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A Letter From Peter Robinson
I shouldn't be writing this. I'm just one day away from my deadline for the
next Inspector Banks novel, but my kind editor has given me special
dispensation because, you see, Cold is the Grave is now on the shelves.
Anyone who thinks a writer's life is divided into neat little compartments,
book by book, year after year, dream on. There's an annoying and frustrating
period every year, which can run from two to three months, or even longer,
when he is preoccupied with at least three, possibly even four books.
Earlier this month, I had the great honour of being awarded the Anthony for
Best Novel of 1999 at the Bouchercon World Mystery Convention in Denver.
And a great honour it was, indeed, to walk through the crowded banquet hall
and pick up the award. But the book that won, In a Dry Season, was published
in April 1999, and I finished writing it in June 1998. That's a long time
ago. So long that I can't remember many of the story's details.
Looking at my notebook, I see that I finished Cold is the Grave in July
1999. Since then, I have written two short stories, a novella, and the best
part of the next Banks book, Aftermath. But now that Cold is the Grave is
finally out, I have to focus my attention on it yet again, because it's new
to everyone but me, and it's the one people will be asking me about.
If simply finishing the manuscript were enough, the writing life would be
less complicated, but there's no telling how much editing needs to be done.
First, there's the substantive editing, and then there's the copy-editing--both
of which require my going through the manuscript with a magnifying glass--and
then there are the galleys to proof. It's a wonder I know what book I'm
writing when it's all happening at once! Just to make things more
complicated still, Britain and Canada also send me editing and galleys to
deal with, so I go through the whole process three times, and there's no
coordination whatsoever. All this happens when I'm either desperate to
finish the next book or just getting started with the one after that. It
also usually happens while I'm touring to promote the most recent
publication.
Confused? I am.
So which book am I supposed to be writing about now? Ah, yes, Cold is the
Grave. Well, I hope you like it. It's very different from In a Dry Season,
but then it had to be. I don't like to write the same book over and over
again, even though I have a series character, and the blend of past and
present narrative in In a Dry Season would have been impossible to reproduce
for another story anyway. So Cold is the Grave is bleaker, grittier, perhaps
even more tragic in its treatment of a family's disintegration, especially
if tragedy can be said to stem from those with the power to exercise their
character flaws, because the family here is Chief Constable Riddle's.
So, for the next little while, I'll be struggling to finish Aftermath, hitting
tthe road and answering questions about Cold is the Grave, and looking at my
Anthony Award (it actually lights up) for In a Dry Season. And that fourth
book? Well, it's the next one, of course! Cheers, Peter Robinson
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