This passport, issued by the Foreign Office on the 21st of May 1919, belonged to my Grandmother. It records her name as Jacqulin, but I rarely ever heard anyone use it. She was always Mum or Gran or Granny by the time I arrived on the scene. She once told me her husband, the grandfather […]
When I started writing This He Did Without Remorse several people asked me why I’d chosen to set it in Paris. Since much of the plot turns on the fallout from events which happened in Bosnia, wouldn’t Sarajevo have been a more obvious choice of location? Perhaps. Except the book isn’t really about Bosnia, it’s […]