Thursday, February 20, 2025

Remembering Denzil Meyrick

                                             

Today on the blog, I am celebrating the life of one of Scotlands greatest crime writers who sadly passed away a week ago at the age of 59. Helping me, is Denzil's best pal, Douglas Skelton.

A very young Denzil.
He had many jobs in a life of adventure.

If Douglas and Denzil had been together aged 5, they would have lived on the naughty step.

It's hard to describe Denzil to people that hadnt witnessed him in person. He was the both the "kindest heartest" and irracible tempered person you could wish to meet. He was both cynical and joyous. He was both conservative and liberal, but always stood up for the underdog. He was basically the sort of guy you could have a really good argument with and afterwards, still be the best of friends.

Douglas: I had many arguments with him. We were diametrically opposed on many subjects, although I do think he adopted some stands just to wind me up, and yet we remained friends. That’s the grown up way, isn’t it?

                                                                 

Denzil was born in Glasgow but raised in Campbeltown on the Mull of Kintyre peninsula (much famed by Paul McCartney). My first interaction with him was him messaging me on Facebook about a campaign to save the cinema in Campbeltown. I thought he must have known that my uncle had been the projectionist there – lobster catcher by day, projectionist by night. I think his next line was something like 'Does your uncle have a drink problem?' to which I replied, 'If he didnt before he moved to Campbeltown he does now.'

Douglas: My first encounter was, like you, a message, back in 2016, I think. He’d seen a post of mine in which I despaired about lack of sales (a common complaint among authors) and he said he’d read the Davie McCall books and wanted to help me if he could. Our friendship grew from there, with many calls, messages and finally meeting face to face at the launch of the 5th Daley book Well of the Winds. It took place on the island of Gigha, off Scotland's west coast, and Michael J Malone and I both attended. My grandmother was from the island, so that meant I had Kintyre blood in my veins and that pleased Denzil.

 Gigha is pronounced Gee ah. Just in case.

                                               

                                                    Some people - not me you understand- used to have a little 

                                     merriment at Denzil's expense. When he wasn't there.


Denzil suffered from an arthritic condition that affects young men. Rarely heard him complain but he did say this on X recently.

"Nightmare day of arthritis. It’s always lurking, but sometimes it springs, clamps its jaws around you and won’t let go. I’m sure anyone with the condition will unhappily testify to the veracity of this. I feel for you all.”

                                                        

Whats your best memory of him Douglas? For me, I think it's the cats. And the way the chair was setup to allow writing, the little radio on the mantelpiece, a man who wasnt going to let his condition get in his way really. Everything was in reach.  When we were trying to find the house which was tucked in the middle of nowhere on the side of Loch Lomond, I phoned him and said 'I think Im outside your house now.'  He replied 'I assure you, you arent.'

                                                    

 Douglas: I think my best memory is the laughter we shared, whether practically every day on the phone, at an event - and I did more with him than anyone else, I believe, whether appearing alongside him or as an author - or on our podcast, Sbooks. He had a wicked sense of humour and was a gifted mimic. I remember when he appeared at the Grantown Crime Festival one year - the year you, Caro, was somewhere that was else - and we did a comedy show with a crime flavour. The second half was a spoof of the Hound of the Baskervilles, which I expanded from an original shorter version I co-wrote a friend many years ago. Denzil played the narrator and at the dress rehearsal…well, the only rehearsal (you know how these things go)…I saw him sitting there wondering what on earth he’d got himself involved with. I assured him that it would be all right on the night, as we say. But I still asked Michael J Malone to collect him from his hotel, in case he decided to make a swift exit.

Caro- he didn't. He turned up and was marvellous!

                                           

He wrote the DCI Daily books which are now being developed for TV. He has a huge readership in Canada. Im sure of those with Scottish ancestry love reading about rural policing in a country you can drive across in two hours. His books were excellent with that caustic humour running through them. I guess a big sadness is that he wont see it on the screen. But would it have been filmed to his satisfaction? Only time will tell.

Douglas: I know he did a lot of work for the series and was proud of the direction it was going. He was rightly very proprietorial about Daley and he wanted to see it done properly.

Caro; That means it would be done properly.

The most noticeable thing is that since his passing was announced is the genuine sense of shock and loss in the Scottish population and nobody, nobody has a bad word to say about him. Very generous of spirit, generous with his time to new authors. But equally the tributes of those who knew him wall are happy to relate the quirkiness of his personality. And thats what made him the character that he undoubtedly was.

 Douglas: He was certainly quirky! His sense of humour didn’t go down well with some people. But a better friend you couldn’t hope to have. He was, as you say, generous with his time and I believe genuinely caring, even though he would deny it. He helped me a great deal, tried to get me to toughen up, made fun of me mercilessly ( Caro; to be fair it's not just Denzil that did that, we all do!), even in some of his books (I did the same with him). His books were loved, my favourites were the Kinloch tales featuring the young Hamish and Sandy Hoynes. He sold really well. He might not have been the genius he always told me he was, but he was unique. There have been attempts by others to recreate his mix of crime, thriller and pithy humour but they haven’t come close. He will be missed by readers. And by me.

                                               

                                                                              Poignant title

 I'll leave the last word with his publisher;

"Denzil was known for the skill with which he pinned to the page the reality of life on the streets of Glasgow along with the issues of the small rural communities of Scotland, a talent which caught the attention of a wide reading public across the UK and well beyond.

With his characteristic humour, unwavering determination and his dry personality Denzil was west of Scotland through and through, and he created unforgettable detective and criminal characters."

He was a fine fellow indeed.


                                                     

                                                      Me, doing the Denzil thing at Foyle's bookshop, London.


Hushpuppies, High School, and Joe Lansdale's Head

Wendall--every other Thursday 

The world, and a looming tax appointment, is too much with me this week, so I am turning back to one of my favorite weekends of 2024. May we all wind up at McIntyre's Books, for Crime Scene Mystery Bookfest, or just for a browse. Thanks, Pete! 

Last weekend I was honored to be included in the second CrimeScene Mystery Bookfest at McIntyre’s Books in Pittsboro, NC. Indulge me while I gush a little. 

 


 
Rabbit photo-op.
First, the store sits in the charming Fearrington Village, which features a few lovely places to eat and drink, tons of gifts items, one of the premier eateries in North Carolina—the Fearrington House Restaurant—and a gorgeous Inn. 

 

Fearrington House is an institution.
 

Pete and friends in the Village at night.
 

The whole thing sits amidst acres of hills and ponds and ancient trees, not to mention a few sculptural sheep!

 

So many lovely places to walk, and stop.

They almost look real. . .

Until you get up close.

It also has the advantage of being a two minute drive from my all-time favorite North Carolina-style barbecue joint, Allen and Sons, where I went with a dear friend I’ve known since I was twelve. Let’s just say hushpuppies were had. . .

 

An annual tradition.


CrimeScene is the brainstorm of Pete Mock, who curates the mystery book room in the store with the kind of intensity and discernment that landed him on the cover of Our State Magazine. Many of you probably know Pete, either from doing signings in the store, or running into him at one Bouchercon "Noir at the Bar" or another. He loves crime fiction, and his generosity towards writers is legendary.

 

He has been particularly kind to me, even down to book placement! I can't think of another bookstore where Cyd Redondo would land on a bookshelf with Carl Hiassen, Craig Johnson, Louise Penny, Ace Atkins, and Lee Child.

 

Fogged Off in proximity to Squeeze Me? I can die now.
 

The store’s owner, Keebe Fitch, was an incredible host and everyone who works in the store, or came to volunteer, made it one of the loveliest events I’ve ever attended.

 

The panels all took place in the legendary Barn.
 
This is just the entrance...

This is the inside. What a great venue.

And then, I met Joe R. Lansdale. He was the Guest of Honor and has been one of my heroes for years. Even sitting behind him was heady stuff. 

 

Joe's head. Proximity is everything!
  

He was very tolerant of my blabbering admiration, made me laugh, told some heartbreaking and hilarious stories about working with Bill Paxton and Sam Shepard, bought one of my books (!) and signed his.

 

I appeared on the “Humor and Homicide” panel, moderated by the wonderful Sara Johnson (The Bone Dead), to commiserate with Tim Maleeny (Hanging the Devil) and Mark de Castrique (Dangerous Women) about the challenges of making murder funny. 

 

Getting ready.






Our panel. These folks crack me up.

Ready to sign in Pete's Mystery Book Room.

The rest of the day featured an illuminating interview with Joe Lansdale, and great panel conversations with Thomas Mullen, Kevin Powers, Eli Cranor, Rebecca Renner, Martin Clark, Jamie Mason, Katy Munger, JG Hetherton, David Joy, and Juliet Grames. 

 

Katy Munger interviews Joe from the front.

Pete, introducing Jamie Mason, Tim Maleeny, Kevin Powers, and Thomas Mullen.

Of course, the weekend was especially great for me, because I grew up about fifteen minutes from the store. At one point in the day, seven of my friends from high school (and junior high!) were together in the signing room. It was so great it made my heart hurt. Friends from college, and even my old boss—the former head of the UCLA Professional Program—attended. It was a fabulous day.


Me with people I've known forever. So grateful they showed up.

And a few more old friends.
 

The other highlight of the day was the awarding of the "Beltie" prize, Pete's choice for Best Mystery of the Year. It went to Michael Bennett's Better the Blood.


The publishing world can be tough, but being part of the mystery community and this network of writers, readers, booksellers, and librarians is a privilege I never take for granted. Thanks, Pete, Keebe, and everyone at McIntyre’s Books for making me so happy to be a crime writer.

---Wendall

Sunday, February 16, 2025

Distracted by Padua and Venice


Annamaria on Monday

It was Tuesday before I realized that I had gone AWOL last Monday.  I apologize.  Today I offer the following evidence for the power of my surroundings to rivet a person's attention and make the rest to one's commitments fade into the background.
























This last shot is from this (Sunday) morning:
The setting full moon outside my bedroom window.
Home, Sweet Home!  it has its charms.


Saturday, February 15, 2025

A Tale of Valentine's Day Past



Jeff–Saturday
 
Yesterday was Valentine's Day and I was so overwhelmed with book business that I neglected to engage in the usual and expected customs and traditions of the Day with those I love and hold near and dear.  Which includes each of you. 
 
So, in an effort to assure all of you that I'm still thinking of you in only the fondest of ways, I thought to post a gem of a Valentine's Day historical exploration that I first posted ten years ago. And to cap off the renewed post, I decided to reveal the cover to my 14th Chief Inspector Andreas Kaldis mystery, coming April 1st, which in its title tells the tale of how its been work-wise for me this past week. Ah, the joys of the writing life... wouldn't give it up for the world...but will maintain my right to kvetch about it from time to time.   
 
 
 
This being a site hosted by crime writers, you might think I’m about to plunge into a discussion of the most famous bloody Valentine’s Day ever, February 14, 1929.  That’s when members of Al Capone’s South Side Gang—some dressed as cops—lined up seven men affiliated with Bugs Moran’s North Side Gang inside a garage and shot them dead as part of a war for control of organized crime in Prohibition-era Chicago. 


But you’d be wrong, for this piece is about hearts and flowers.  No, ye cynics, not bullets through the heart and flowers for a funeral, but those bouquets you give to your beloved on the 14th of February—or risk consequences unmentionable in civilized society.

Yes, chocolates (a rumored aphrodisiac) and cards (did you know the first card was written in the form of a poem from a royal prisoner in the Tower of London to his wife?—even he knew forgetting was not an option) are also big Valentine’s Day favorites, too, but this is about flowers.

Charles, Duke of Orleans and first Valentine's Day card sender

But first a bit of history on how lovers became so obsessed with VD—hmm, any wonder why that acronym never caught on?

One legend says it began during a time of religious persecution in third century Rome, when Emperor Claudius II outlawed marriage for soldier-age young men.  Single men fought better, he thought. [Ed. Note: With great will power I resisted inserting a joke here.] 


A young priest thought that unfair, and kept performing marriages in secret.  When Claudius discovered the priest’s violation of his edict, the Emperor sentenced him to death.  While in prison, the priest befriended and healed his jailer’s blind daughter, and before being put to death—on February 14, 270—sent a letter to her signing it “From Your Valentine.”

Yep, Valentine was his name, and the legend goes on to say that in 496, after Valentine had been sainted, Pope Gelasius declared February 14th as a day to honor his memory as the patron saint of happy marriages, engaged couples and young people.


That’s disputed though, for some claim the date corresponds to the Roman fertility celebration of Lupercalia held between February 13th and 15th, and others claim it relates more to the period on the ancient Athenian calendar dedicated to the marriage of Zeus and Hera.   You knew I’d work the Greeks in here somewhere.

Lupercalia by Beccafumi

But it’s undisputed that the romantic love connotation to Valentine’s Day began in the 14th Century with this simple line by one rather influential writer:
 
Translation available via Glasgow

Still, it wasn’t until the early 1700s that flowers became a tradition on Valentine’s Day. That’s generally attributed to Charles II of Sweden’s introduction to Europe of the Persian custom of the “language of flowers.”  Each flower had its own meaning, a sort of secret code between the sender and recipient.


And with the rose symbolizing passion and love, it’s no wonder roses are the number one best seller every Valentine’s Day (257 million in the US in 2014).  But there are other flowers finding their way to Valentines, and for those of you wondering just what your beloved may have meant by those flowers that arrived at your doorstep today, here’s a list of meanings. http://www.theflowerexpert.com/content/aboutflowers/flower-meanings

Just don’t shoot the messenger.

By the way, Valentine’s Day isn’t a big deal in Greece.  No reason to be, Greece gave Eros to the world.  Now it’s only looking to get some love back in return.

Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day, Barbara, Karen, Jennifer, Gavi, and Rachel. Okay, Jon, Terry, and Azi, too. And of course to….