The Autumn Murders: (fact versus fiction)
Over many years I became interested in non-fiction cereal killers and why they murderd people. One of these was the Whitechapel murderer, known as Jack the Ripper. However, having no time to write, I shelved my interest in these murders, that is, until I was given a framed copy of the Illustrated Police News dated 1888.
Finishing my first book, The Common Murders, It was time to start my second novel. In this, I deployed my detective team to re-investigate the Belton case. While doing so, D.S. Marriott would discover a wooden trunk in the police archives containing a blooded dress and police notebooks suggesting that they were linked to the Whitechapel murders.
With the 130th anniversary of the Whitechapel murders approaching, this was the ideal opportunity for me to consolidate my interests and investigate the murders in my second book. Here, I aimed discover where in the world lay the remains of Jack the Ripper.
Jack the Ripper, is dead. We all know this. So why does he, if he was a he,* still stalk my mind one hundred and thirty years after he stalked the streets of the East End of London? Why are we always on a mission to discover who he was and why he murdered and mutilated those unfortunate women in 1888? Where, in all our questions, does fact mutate on a spectrum into fiction? And why do we try to discover the truth when it has been hiding, like Jack himself, for such a long time?
To answer these questions, I needed to examine the facts. The fundamental question is how many murders did he commit? The consensus is five.
There are tangible theories, that is if theories can be tangible. But to discover them I needed to draw a line between fact and fiction. I decided that facts must be correct to the best of my cognitive reasoning and interpretation after researching the available resources.
I drew a spectrum. On the left, facts are the colour of blood, arterial, pulsing and alive. Fiction, on the right of this spectrum, is as dark as the veins of death. In-between there is a murky bubbling cauldron betwixt pure knowledge, speculation and probability. I submerged myself into this cauldron, examined the facts, speculations and the probabilities related to the Whitechapel murders and then assimilated them into fiction.
(* the male gender is here)
Using the same detective team, headed by Superintendent Cadema Sharma, I am now researching my third novel in the series.
Questions I’ve been asked:
1. Why do you write?
I enjoy reading, as many other people do, to escape from every-day life, to learn something new, to belong to another world, to feel the ups and downs of characters, and to indulge when I have the time. I write to meet people’s expectations and offer experiences of something different. I enjoy the challenge of focusing on specific areas to research, contacting professionals in the genre and visiting the places I am writing about. This enables me to enhance my knowledge and to authenticate the content of my novels.
2. Why did I choose to write crime fiction?
I have an innate interest in discovering why people commit murder, where this originates from, I have no idea. With my interest in research, criminology, and forensics, I studied true crimes as a background for my first novel. Attending editing courses augmented my knowledge and enthusiasm to focus on this goal. With an interest in serial killers, my dreams and nightmares, current social and political issues, and media subjects all trigger off divergent thought processes until I am so overwhelmed that I must write about them.
3. Why have I chosen an Asian woman as the main protagonist; SIO?
Women are underrepresented in crime fiction, both as the perpetrator and as senior detectives leading murder investigations. It is even rarer to see Asian women in these roles. I decided to stay clear of the male stereotypical SIO as my main protagonist. Instead, I chose a mainly tea total superintendent, who does not indulge in the decadent trivialities of her team. And, despite having issues of her own, is strong enough to manage her team and solve many complicated and convoluted murders cases.
4. When do you write?
Instead of sitting from 9 to 5 at my office desk, I tend to wake in the middle of the night and write what I am thinking, planning and scheming, before returning to bed. The next time I it down to write it seems, as if by magic, the fairies have written what I intended to say.
My answer to this question is that I write when I can. When I have the time. And when I cannot find the switch that turns off the cognitive function of my brain that prevents me from sleeping.
5. How do you write a novel?
Planning and research are my key elements to writing a novel. Before planning, I read around the subject, make notes and identify sources and reference them correctly as they may need to be quoted or referred to in the text. Referencing correctly is a must to avoid plagiarism.
My plan includes dates when I am likely to start and the number of words I intend to achieve in a given time frame. Timelines are also important in avoiding spatial errors overt time. For example, if the scene is set in the Autumn, and continues into the next year, I mustn’t forget about Christmas, or other festivities that may affect the characters. However, my plans are flexible so that, if more research is needed on a subject, then this is achievable before moving on.
6. Why write about crimes in London when you live in the Midlands?
Having set out to London some years ago, a bit like Dick Wittington, to find fortunes and to follow my dreams, instead I became homeless. Eventually finding accommodation in the East End, Cable Street, to be exact, I had the opportunity to experience how people lived there. Here, many lived in tenements from the Victorian era. Some families lived in one room with six children and only one double bed, without appropriate protection from the cold and drafts. The only place to cook food was on a couple of gas burners that was perched outside on the stairway of the metal fire-escape where the water tap was. In the yard, a couple of toilets were available. Always occupied – the stench overwhelming.
When needing a bath, residents had to use the public bath-house. There, for a shilling (five pence now) or two, they could indulge themselves in an enormous bath-tub one or twice a month, when they had the money to do so.
These were the environments where the victims in my second novel would have lived. And no doubt that the doss-houses they frequented were far worse than this. Thankfully these dwellings have all been demolished.
Although my experiences of the East End were temporary, they left a lasting impression on me. Within a few weeks, I had moved from that area and settled in Enfield, North London. Having moved again, I spent a short time in Kingston upon Thames, and have visited London, through work and pleasure over the years. Therefore, I have developed an affinity for London and decided to base my detective team there.