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It is now (just over) a year since The Man In the Wallby KJ Lyttleton (ie me) was released. In honour of its birthday, I’d like to offer readers the chance to win a signed copy!
Please forward this to as many friends as you like. This year I will hopefully release my third book and THEN I will start really marketing the series. I’m going to rely on all your help to get the word out there.
Here are some of the things that made this book possible.
When I was cooking up the plot of The Man In The Wall I wanted to tell a story about corporate malpractice that would draw on a lot of the scandals happening out there in the real world right now. That’s because back in 2016 I listened to an episode of the Private Eye podcast that burned itself into my brain thanks to the absolutely preposterous details.
In PF-Eye, journalists Solomon Hughes and Jayne Mackenzie described the myriad failings of an outsource firm that had been brought in to manage a clutch of schools. This included things like installing fire doors that didn’t close properly and throwing up buildings that fell down. In one eye-popping section, Jayne Mackenzie talked about a school in Liverpool that was closed due to low pupil numbers, but, thanks to an insane contract with the council, the management firm continued to bill for the maintenance of an empty school.
So Private Eye gets the credit for sending me down the PPP path, which led me to…
In The Man In the Wall some of the story revolves around wall ties, which maybe doesn’t sound that thrilling, but did lead to a dramatic outcome: that is, the entire wall fell down revealing a dead body inside. If this sounds mad, then check out this story about how the wrong wall ties were used in 17 schools in Scotland under a PPP contact which led to one school wall to collapse in a storm.
I briefly worried that this tale of ineptitude sounded too unlikely, but luckily (for me and no one else) another almighty blunder wasn’t far behind in the form of the RAAC scandal. Remember that? When literal DAYS before term was due to start in September, over a hundred UK schools were closed/partially closed due to reinforced autoclaved aerated concrete (RAAC). It turns out, constructing a building using something that is closer to an Aero bar than a block of concrete isn’t actually the cleverest idea after all. In the end over 200 schools were affected.
Thankfully, no children (or adults) were injured in either scandal.
The central story in The Man In The Wall revolves around two bodies being found in these badly built school walls. Even worse, Clive McGinty, Phil’s dad, was alive when he fell (or was he pushed?) down into a wall cavity. It’s a grisly enough tale and I’m slightly loath to admit it was inspired by a true story.
Here’s what happened.
My builder (also called Phil just to confuse things), has worked as a Health & Safety Officer (HSO) on building sites. This means he has seen some things – and boy does he love making my squirm by telling me about the grimmest of them.
One story he told me was about a poor man who was discovered in a cavity wall on a building site around 17 years ago. The coroner could not establish why this builder was on site that day. Builders are meant to work with at least one labourer when on a site and, besides, it was a weekend and the site was closed.
Did he fall? Did he kill himself? No one knows. Even how he fitted into such a tiny space was a mystery.
I looked for this story in old news reports so I could give you an original source, but couldn’t find it. I did, however, find some pretty unpleasant similar stories. And from what I’ve been told, things like this happen all the time and are hushed up pretty quickly.
Phil the builder, by the way, is also the inspiration for the ever-moving, ever-grumpy Doug Graves, the HSO who knows more about Clive McGinty’s death than he’s saying. Phil the builder claims that HSOs are all grumpy, but when he’s round our house he’s a cheeky Welsh rogue (which is lucky because he might as well live with us in our money pit at this point).
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Not content with expecting the reader to care about wall ties, outsourcing firms and health and safety certificates, I have also put in an awful lot of human resources. Write what you know, they say, which is why, having spent many years working with senior leaders in human resources, I included the HR team in the tale.
I should say that these people are all delightful and did not inspire any of the characters. Actually, the inspiration for Andrew, the ex-head of HR at Virtua Services, came from the many hours I have spent reading virtue signalling posts on LinkedIn from people hoping to get a plethora of ‘celebrate’ handclap emoji reactions.
I once spent a summer sorting through letters for a utility company ahead of their audit (with the boss coming in regularly to extract the piles that hadn’t been responded to and, presumably, rehousing them in a skip). Six of us hunched over a table in a tiny room for six weeks, reading spidery handwriting and going slowly insane.
After that, I moved to a windowless room at a different utility firm and worked with the pipe investigations department. In the book, Mick from The Man In The Wall is inspired by the sole man on our team (who, I should add, was very nice). He was one of those tall, fit older men who could definitely take most people in a fight. He had retired from the army and then did a few different jobs outside jobs before ending up labouring over a keyboard in a windowless room.
So there we have it! Just some of the true stories that inspired my first novel. And if you want to know the true stories that inspired A Star is Dead – the second book in the series – you may have to wait a while. I’m not sure I want to get sued by anyone just yet…
One June afternoon in 2009, a thin man dressed in black boarded a bus to Sligo, a small coastal town not far from the Irish border. Three days later, after a quiet weekend spent largely alone, the man was dead – his passing the first act of a mystery that has now baffled and compelled police forces, journalists, film-makers and internet sleuths for over a decade.
So begins “The Man Who Deleted His Past Before He Was Found Dead,” a Vice article by Francisco Garcia that has haunted me for nearly six years. The article tells the story of a man, known as Peter Bergmann (since that’s the false name he gave at the hotel) who can be seen on grainy CCTV footage disposing of all identifying documents so that, by the time his body washed up on a secluded Sligo beach, every trace of his past had been eradicated.
He made his way to the bus station and, on arriving, read notes on scraps of paper he’d picked out of his pocket, before tearing them up and depositing them in a nearby bin.
What did the notes say??! And who received the letters he was seen posting in the days before his death?
We will probably never know, but boy does that man’s story leave a mark. So many unanswerable questions.
But what does the death of the man known as Peter Bergmann have to do with the news that A STAR IS DEAD, MY SECOND BOOK, IS OUT?!
Well, I’ll get to that. I promise.
When I started my first ever novel, I simply began writing1. A young woman walked into hotel on the south coast and tried to blag her way past the front desk to find out the room number of a rising British Hollywood star. I wanted the young woman to be a bit of a fraud, someone willing to live in the grey areas, someone who uses her natural gregariousness to get on the right side of people. Phil McGinty, the main character of my Aldhill Mysteries series came to life that day. She’s not perfect, but I can’t help liking her, youthful mistakes and all – and I hope you do too.
But Phil didn’t arrive alone. When she strode into the hotel that day, she came up against Judith ‘the dragon on the front desk’ a woman who has deployed a disarming smile herself in days gone by and isn’t about to fall for any of that nonsense.
And then, along with Judith and Phil, came a man who had caught a bus into town and booked himself into The Marchmont with a plan to remove all trace of himself from the world. Less the anonymous Man In Black, more the invisible Man In Beige. And, after the Man In Beige made his journey into the tale, a cast of other (more colourful) characters appeared, not least Oli Cromwell, the deeply flawed highly charismatic Aldhill-boy-turned-Hollywood-A-Lister whose mysterious death lies at the heart of the mystery.
A STAR IS DEAD was the first novel I ever wrote (or finished, I should say), although it has entered the world as book two in the Aldhill Mystery series. It was inspired by many things, but the story of the Sligo Man haunts its pages. I don’t know how to justify using the death of a real person as the inspiration for what is ultimately meant to be an entertaining story (just as I didn’t know how to feel about the poor man who inspired THE MAN IN THE WALL). I also don’t know how Peter Bergmann would feel if he discovered that, by attempting to delete all evidence of his very existence, he turned himself into a story that will live on in local folklore.
Anyway, brr, shake it off – this has all got a little bit grim, hasn’t it? (Do you think my slight aversion to darkness is going to be a hindrance to my crime writing career?) I hope you’re all having a lovely Tuesday, and that you’re in exactly the right mood to not only BUY MY BOOK, but also TELL EVERYONE YOU KNOW ABOUT IT!
Paperback readers will need to wait a few weeks, but don’t worry, I will be banging on about it when it launches.
If you have already read and enjoyed The Man In the Wall, then firstly, thank you, and secondly, is there any chance you could leave me a review?
I’d love you forever.
Reviews make a huge difference to helping the book please the Algorithm Gods.
Here are some recent reviews to inspire you:
5 Stars
An excellent read. Great story. Good sense of place and cast of characters. It also made me laugh out loud. I shall now order the next title in the series.
The review doesn’t need to be long. Look how short these ones are!
(Although charelie0 might be surprised to discover this isn’t planned as a trilogy. If they sell well, I’ll be attempting to write one every three months until I die.)
Anyway, if you could leave me a review, I’d be much obliged. Or, if you haven’t purchased a copy yet, click on this big enticing button to resolve that.
