In just over a week, Andrew Taylor’s latest exceptional historical thriller is released in hardback and ebook. But we’ve got a sneak peek just for you! Scroll down or hit ‘Read more’ to read the first chapter of Ashes of London.
Last week on Facebook we shared our first round of picks from the Kobo Crime Sale on this month. Are you ready for the second offense? From now through October 21st, you can get three eBooks for the price of two. Another nail in the coffin as to why autumn is the best season for crime and thriller fare!
The Tower by Simon Toyne
Buried Angels by Camilla Lackberg
The Ice Twins by S.K. Tremayne
The Chosen One by Sam Bourne
The Monogram Murders by Sophie Hannah
One Mile Under by Andrew Gross
The Silent Boy by Andrew Taylor
The Hunt for Red October by Tom Clancy
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The Silent Boy wouldn’t have happened without Hilary Mantel. It was her brilliant novel about the French Revolution, A Place of Greater Safety, that inspired me to explore the period as a possible setting. But I needed a fresh approach to it.
I also wanted to see more of Edward Savill, the flawed civil servant of my previous novel, The Scent of Death, which is set in New York during the American War of Independence. I liked the idea of following him back to Europe, and seeing how he was coping twelve years later, and how another revolution affected him.
As for a plot, all I had was the idea that Savill’s estranged wife, who had been in the background of the earlier book, might have ended up in Paris; that she might have died there, leaving problems for her husband to sort out.
I wrote a few thousand words but the story failed to catch fire. Then I had the idea that Savill’s wife might have left a son behind, father unknown. Still the book wouldn’t work. Then the breakthrough came from a completely different direction.
For other reasons, I had been researching post-traumatic stress. I discovered that ‘elective mutism’ can be one of the symptoms. What if this boy were mute – not from birth, but because of something he had seen or done. The Silent Boy, I wrote in my notebook.
Something still wasn’t right. The book only began to come alive when I stopped trying to construct a plot and started writing from the viewpoint of the silent boy himself. The first words I wrote were:
‘On Tuesdays, the boy comes for the washing.’
Suddenly I was in the middle of the story, looking out at the world, rather than stuck outside trying to peer in. The boy was called Charles and he was desperately trying to keep himself sane. The question that drives the story then became: what would Charles say if he could speak? (Almost everyone else in the novel is desperate to know the answer.) I also felt immensely sorry for Charles. In a sense, that’s what kept me writing.
Mutism was seen very differently in 1792. Only a hundred years earlier, one ‘expert’ had argued that mutes were subhuman – for, without the power of speech, how could they pray to God? During the eighteenth century, some thinkers who studied the phenomenon thought that dumb people were unable to develop a moral sense. Toward the end of the eighteenth century, doctors found other ways of looking at the condition. Many of their treatments seem shockingly inhumane to us today.
For me, this book will always be the story of a small, terrified, silent boy. But perhaps it has a wider theme, one that I’ve only realised now: that, for all its achievements, science without humanity and a sense of its own shortcomings can be worse than no science at all.