It’s my pleasure to present this guest post and free story from my next author on the Crime Cafe podcast, Gareth Spark.

Gareth writes in an awesome style that you can sample for free by clicking here to download his story “American Tan”, which to its credit, includes the word “bollocks”! πŸ™‚ What is it about that word that I love so much?

I’ve thrown in a few covers from books Gareth has either written or contributed to. (Did I end on a preposition? Well, call the grammar police. πŸ™‚ ) You can click on them to buy. the books.

Anyway, and without further ado, here’s Gareth’s guest post.

‘An eccentric amateur hunting for a murderer at some stately home. A whip-smart serial killer in a gloomy northern city taunts an alcoholic D.I., with an ex-wife and a taste for jazz. A gang of smart-mouth cockneys, clad in gold rings and inexplicable suits, battle themselves and one other across a brightly lit, lawless city. The holy trinity of British crime fiction; choose one and continue.

Only I’ve never been to a stately home, the Duchess doesn’t have me round to tea that often; I never understood the ‘genius serial killer and dipso-DI’ dance either. Most serial killers are revealed in the end to be knuckle dragging Fred West-style illiterates, and I’m sure it’s possible to be a British police detective without a quirky hobby and a taste for Glenfiddich, and the gangster as geezer? Let’s just say the ones whose acquaintance I’ve been unfortunate enough to make in a turbulent life, were animal-cunning rather than smart, humorless and NEVER wore suits.

Yet the fantasies persist, which is fine if that slightly ‘off’ reality, that writing about other writing, writing about TV shows, that post-modernist, self-referential foxtrot is what you’re after; I’ve always wanted a way out of the ghetto. Enter Brit Grit.

I like to think of Brit Grit as akin to Punk, something visceral, vivid and acid-sharp, kicking up from underground at the mainstream, those novels about High IQ murderers and boozy ‘tecs and Marple-alikes lumbering like Woolly Mammoths, clogging up the scene. You have it in the brutal realism of writers such as Darren Sant, the Emile Zola of cigarette papers and Kebab shops; the kinetic prose of Chris Leek, whose work crackles like a broken neon sign. It’s in the cross-genre, heightened reality of Brit Grit Alley’s maestro, Paul D. Brazill, whose nocturnal, existentialist tales flicker with the intensity of a dream half-remembered. It’s over at Near to the Knuckle, at Thrills, Kills and Chaos and in the work of too many richly talented, neglected writers to mention.

For myself, I knew the three-fold path of mainstream Brit Crime fic’ wasn’t for me. There is such immense, exciting, and profound crime writing over the pond, why should we content ourselves with a drizzly, weak tea and porridge, Saturday night on ITV, queuing at the dole version? We may have given the world Merchant Ivory and a bellyache, but we gave them the Sex Pistols too; let’s get some of the wildness back into this land. Let’s have stripped down, oil-stained prose, let’s have brawling on Brighton Beach, let’s have thunder over the valleys and blood on Wuthering Heights, let’s have the authentic bite of a world gone wrong, turned feral and unforgiving. Let’s have that Macbeth twilight, those last stand kids holding up the bookies because there’s no other way out, bare-knuckle boxing in country lanes and the Old Testament turned loose on the backstreets. Let’s have Brit Grit. The stories are out there, and they’re worth hearing. So what you waiting for?

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Gareth Spark writes dark fiction from and about the moors and rust belts of the North East where grudges are savoured, shotguns are cheap and people get by in the economic meltdown any way they can. His work has appeared at Near 2 The Knuckle, Out Of The Gutter, Line Zero, Shotgun Honey, and many more journals/zines. Gareth Spark was born in the middle of a blizzard on New Year’s day, 1979. He grew up in Whitby and published his first book, a collection of poetry called “At The Breakwater” at age 22. He has since published two further collections “Ramraid” (Skrev Press) and “Rain in a dry land” (Mudfog) as well as the crime thriller, “Black Rain” (Skrev Press, 2004) and the collection of short stories Snake Farm (2015). He reviews fiction and poetry for various online journals.

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