Review: Tenacity by JS Law


I’m never going on a submarine. I mean, it’s not like it was on my bucket list, but now I’ve read JS Law’s thriller in which he conveys the close quarters and claustrophobic atmosphere so well, I’m steering clear.

Tenacity is Law’s debut novel, and it tells the story of female naval investigator Danielle Lewis, known as Dan, as she tries to untangle the suicide of ‘Whisky’ Walker on board the HMS Tenacity just days after his wife Cheryl has been attacked and killed. I downloaded the book (out now in eBook, November in hardback) after meeting James Law at the Festival of Writing where he was running a session on dialogue.

Law’s story is impressive in itself: he has risen through the ranks of the Royal Navy, starting as an apprentice and spending the latter half of his career in the submarine service. He brings his experience to this book in a positive way – plenty of authentic detail, not too much explanation for the uninitiated. I think one of the strongest points of this book is the atmosphere: Lewis’s time on a submarine is critical to untangling the plot. She is surrounded by hostile men, in a community that protects its own, against a backdrop of a hostile environment, metal walls lines with pipes, while her bunk is amongst the bombs. In that setting the whispers and suppressed violence turn into outright attacks. Lewis wraps up the case, as required by fictional detectives, but many threads are left open, and I’ll be watching out for the next in the series where Danielle Lewis moves away from the submarine setting.

Tenacity costs from £6.49 for the eBook at time of writing.

Blindsided: Surgery, Couting Down

tiny bite through skin and bone meet brain

excavate the tumour centre until it collapses in on itself,

then draw it out

A shiver runs me through

I try to stop thinking about death, but what else do you do, stripped naked, inadequate pastel gown, cold plastic under me, knife poised above.

Horripilation

i can’t look up the risks again, scant reassurance, my phone and watch locked away, my clothes and shoes taken. No escape.

 

Hunger gnaws

 

cover one eye, then the other. when it’s done, whenif I wake, will i see the same? dead nerves, or merely crushed for time. will i bounce back?

 

Permanent damage Permanent damagPermanent damagPermanent damagPermanent damage
Permanent damagPermanent damagPermanent damagPermanent damage
Permanent damage Permanent damage Permanent damage
Permanent damage Permanent damage
Permanent damage

 

some improvement

Or

a blade through my nose, cutting into my brain.

so easy not to wake from that knife.

nothing

 

a wire in my arm now,

 

‘count back from 10’

 

10 my heart is breaking out of my chest

9 i don’t want to do this

8 air tears through my face

7 it will go wrong

6 leaded limbs won’t …

5 stop this please i want to get off

4 i’m going to die

3 i …

2

1

man exposed

Blindsided: In Magnetic Resonance Imagery

i have an appointment slot date meeting engagement rendezvous

to see / pour voir the blind seer

Have you read the guidelines to

my buttons, zip, belt buckle seized by unseen force, body pulled against cage walls

decide, resolve; to arrange the time of

remove all metal parts?

action of coming together

hollow at the base of the throat above the breastbone hoofprint of horse or deer

narrow opening shut close lock bolt contract

We were thinking of pacemakers, aneurysm clips

drink crystallised water cells align

wedding ring,

make ready, arrange, settle, place

hearing aid

head strapped in place

shrapnel.

i breathe seek calm seek

False teeth?

metal fillings? is amalgam magnetic?

Do you have any tattoos?

last thought transmission error as i vanish

Would you like some music?

return to white metal womb

Do you suffer from claustrophobia?

duly fitly sucked into

Hold this buzzer.

present yourself

Don’t move

place for assembling of troops

count the tracks

leaving my body want to leave it behind,

à point, to the point

some substitute teacher is in my classroom right now, guiding year eleven closer to their future

I am leaving them unguided

to pass through King Lear

while Jack White tells me love is blindness

rays resonate, scanning for the disease that’s in my flesh

[punctum: see point]

magnetic field align my protons, radioblast shoves them, adrift in my body, return to natural state

except … (somewhere in my head) quiet violence exists

[battle, fight between armies or fleets]

anschluss   annexation  realign my cells

[datus: given]

until …

[agree, settle]

(I’m no longer host)

All done now.

sound again

Blindsided: Zoetrope

[zoetrope n. wheel of life, from the Greek  ζωή zoe, life, and τρόπος, tropos, “turning”]

 

 

la ténèbre n’est point ténèbre devant toi

la nuit comme le jour est lumière

 

la ténèbre, c’est toujours ténèbre sans la vue

la nuit et le jour sont sans lumière

Contrast chart

lights on

 

 

 

 

 

 

lights off

 

 

 

 

 

 

lights on

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lights off

 

 

 

 

 

lights on

 

 

 

 

 

 

lights off

 

 

 

 

 

no lights

 

 

 

 

 

dot of light dart on black

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lights in my eyes

 

 

 

 

 

lights in the sky

 

 

 

 

 

 

blinding light

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

darkness

grey: cloudy, overcast,

dull, dim, dark,

sunless; gloomy,

dreary, dismal,

sombre, drab,

bleak, cheerless,

depressing, glum;

misty, foggy, murky

 

zebra flicks through the grass, shadow dancing on his side

until he’s gone, safe,

scent on the wind only clue

 

 

black, jet, death

charcoal, battle

fishscale glauca

gris blade

gunmetal, gunship

starred explosion

 

zoetropic images flicker,

running man, child entranced

then dance away

 

 

 

grey: characterless, colourless, nondescript, unremarkable, faceless; lifeless, soulless, passionless, spiritless,

insipid, flat, bland,

stale; dull,

uninteresting,

unimaginative,

 tedious,

monotonous,

anonymous

 

ttttap tap tap, film flickers through the reel of my

childhood

we really wanted a

video camera

 

 

ocean, knife, slate

spanish, steel

stone, ash

 

 

grey: unofficial, informal, irregular, back-door

 

 

train passes, rattle on rails, windows flicker and i can

see right through it,

world beyond

 

tanker, skin, platinum

sunbleached oak

silver, white, aglow

 

They checked my colour vision today

and contrast

black on white, then fading shades of grey.

the op’s next week, i said.

 

We’re just getting a baseline, he said, didn’t look at my face, showing me image after image until it all blurred, him and me, shades of grey.

 

i want black and white back.

i had a letter from the school again. They said that they hoped i was doing okay.

They are having a night out if i’d like to come.

 

i wouldn’t.

 

 

Just wait there, please. We’re going to test your visual field next. I need you to sit in the dark for thirty minutes so your retinas can adapt.

 

 

 

 

Sorry, we have to start again.

 

 

Kelly gets up, goes out, works, returns.

i wait.

Kelly tries to offer sympathy.

i don’t want it.

 

2

3

1

4

3

1

5, there isn’t 5, is there?

2

4

3

1

3

2

1

2

1

Was there supposed to be a light?

 

 

So it looks like the left eye is a little worse that the right.

 

i know

i …

can’t be there, white guy, black chair, black man, white coat, light out, lights on, glare defeats me.

 

stumble out, half sight no good as i ricochet down the corridor.

 

Did you know it is pressure on the inner side of the nerve that causes damage to the outer side of your vision? It crosses over, you see.

 

inside, outside,

 

i burst out of the hospital, daylight too bright, can’t drive home, can’t face the walk when

half my world is gone.

Running man

 

References and credits:

  1. La ténèbre from Taizé
  2. Zoetrope inspiration for word definitions derives from oed.com and etymonline.com accessed 1 April 2015.
  3. Zoetrope image from https://github.com/ndrwhr/andrewhoyer/blob/master/blog_archive/2011-09-28-building-the-zoetrope.md accessed 1 April 2015.
  4. Contrast chart image from https://www.good-lite.com/Details.cfm?ProdID=617 accessed 1 April 2015.
  5. Pelli Robson chart from http://www.psych.nyu.edu/pelli/pellirobson/ accessed 1 April 2015.
  6. Photo of Goldman field tester fromhttp://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/18/Goldmann_Perimeter.png accessed 1 April 2015.
  7. Drawing of Image of Goldman field tester http://www.perimetry.org/PerimetryHistory/images/Aubert5.gif accessed 1 April 2015.
  8. Running man from https://www.pinterest.com/pin/379920918534931445/ accessed 1 April 2015.

Review: William Shaw’s A Book of Scars


I love detective fiction. It’s sometimes a guilty pleasure as I tuck into an old favourite, but sometimes it’s a more challenging read, and that’s the case for A Book of Scars. This is the third in William Shaw’s Breen and Tozer series, and it’s worth starting with the first book, A Song from Dead Lips (Breen and Tozer Book 1) as the plot builds cleverly over the trilogy, even as each book stands alone.

The series starts in 1968 and moves to 1969 with a recognisable London setting, and characters that are spread across the divide that split teenagers from the older generation, those for whom everything was ‘Fab’ from those who still wore suits and polished shoes.

Sergeant Cathal Breen is in the latter group and he is forced out of his comfort zone by the death of his father in the first book, and throughout the series by  Helen Tozer who is the first female trainee CID officer in Breen’s unit.

A series of murders drive the detective part of each book: these are as well researched as the historical details. There are some fascinating elements that link some of the stories to Africa too, focussing particularly on events in Biafra at the time, and Kenya some years earlier, both of which link in to the cases that Breen and Tozer are working on.

Throughout the series Breen and Tozer’s relationship develops. There are no hearts and flowers and the end of the series sees their relationship at a stage that is perhaps of the time, with the right amount of human interest for a crime novel. And the mystery that is set at the start of book one, what happened to Helen Tozer’s sister Alexandra, grows in significance and is resolved by the end of the third book. Overall this is a great series of books, well written with good characterisation.

Brighton Festival: Jeanette Winterson and more

I picked up the Brighton Festival programme at the station a few months back and was overwhelmed with the range of events on offer. I’m doing a MA in Critical and Creative Writing and Ali Smith had already been in to speak, so I was interested to see what she would include in the month’s events, and I wasn’t disappointed. At all! My only challenge was to choose what to see.
‘Boldness in the Face of a Blank Page’ was the title of Jeanette Winterson’s talk, and it wa great to be able to take up a friend’s spare ticket as I’d missed out on buying my own – tickets sold really quickly. The talk took place the night of the general election, and Winterson had a great rapport with the left leaning audience who’s main concerns were ‘Labour or green?’ She started by explaining how her talk had little to do with the title, which she had come up with when called by the festival co-ordinators! Despite that disclaimer, her talk was full of boldness and took us through her personal slant on writing. She is a sparky well-informed speaker, mixing quotes from her own work with others. A quote that stuck with me ties in with my own research on story:

‘Of course that is not the whole story, but that is the way with stories; we make them what we will. It’s a way of explaining the universe while leaving the universe unexplained, it’s a way of keeping it all alive, not boxing it into time. Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently. Some people say there are true things to be found, some people say all kinds of things can be proved. I don’t believe them. The only thing for certain is how complicated it all is, like string full of knots. It’s all there but hard to find the beginning and impossible to fathom the end. The best you can do is admire the cat’s cradle and maybe knot it up a bit more.’

Jeanette Winterson Oranges are Not the Only Fruit P119 Vantage London 2014

 So, the talk was great, the Dome was packed and the audience asked relevant and mostly interesting questions: in a lot of ways it was very typical of the whole Brighton Festival experience. Brighton is a unique city, with a mix of artists and tech-specialists, right on the coast. Walk through the city and you’ll see amazing fashion and style too, street performers, and posters for the hundreds of events that formed part of the Brighton Festival Fringe. As well as the Winterson talk, there were other literary events, lots of theatre and book readings for adults and kids, events ranging from Jaqueline Wilson and Noggin the Nog to Ali Smith’s own talk. And somehow in there, Smith wove themes such as Art and Nature, and Crossing Places, looking at the crossover between art forms, to create a wonderful month of events that drew together the best of Brighton and beyond.

Blindsided: Symptoms

Symptoms

  • Tredness
  • Unexplaned mood changes
  • Muscle weakness
  • Optc feld loss
  • Unexplaned lack of lbdo
  • Reduced tolerance to cold

The next secton helps explan what tests and scans may be needed to learn more about the cause of the symptoms.

Blindsided: Waiting, or Meet Dr Google

What did the doctor say?

i don’t know. He’s writing a letter. i … i’m going to bed.

Tonight i shall search for Causes of sight loss

No, i’m fine. i’m sure I’ll hear soon.

Tonight i shall search for Causes of visual field loss

 Are you getting up, Adam?

No.

Tonight i shall search for Temporal field loss

 Do you want to talk about this?

No.

Tonight i shall search for Pituitary tumour field loss

i … i … just carry on reading from page 7. I’ll be … Outside.

Tonight I shall search for Pituitary adenoma

i can’t tell Kelly what I think. Can’t tell anyone.

Ptutary adenomas are generally slow-growng, bengn neoplasms whch can compress the anteror vsual pathway, resultng n loss of vson.

Can’t sleep. Still. What if i die? What if it gets worse before i die?

Tonight i shall search for Slow-growing, benign neoplasms

benign that’s kind. that’s good. isn’t it? is my vision getting worse?  i can’t go on like this.

Anatomc relatonshps suggest that tumor extenson 10 mm above the daphragma sellae s necessary for the anteror vsual pathway to become compressed.

 We need to talk, Adam. Take some time off. Talk to your boss if you won’t talk to me.

Trans-sphenodal surgcal resecton or cranotomy can decompress the anteror vsual pathway, leadng to vsual recovery.

Just leave it. i can’t talk about it.

Vsual mprovement occurs n three phases, wth the earlest phase of mprovement takng place one week after surgery. t has been postulated that the ntal mprovement n vson s the result of recovery of nerve conducton.

maybe it was smoking? i exercise enough, don’t i? i run, i used to run. i haven’t run since … Maybe i should switch the phone off. Do phones cause brain cancer?

Later mprovement s thought to be due to remyelnaton of decompressed optc pathways.

Fucking leave me alone. i’m going out.

Trans-sphenodal surgery s the surgcal treatment of choce for most ptutary adenomas because t s mnmally nvasve and hghly successful.

Kelly doesn’t get it. nobody gets it. i don’t want it. someone take this away. please

 Overall, VF returned to normal n 35% of eyes, mproved n 60%, and remaned unchanged n 5%. Patents whose VF returned to normal had a shorter duraton of symptoms (16 (5) v 137 (56) weeks; p<0.05), better preoperatve vsual acuty (p<0.05), and a smaller degree of mparment n preoperatve lateral quadrant VF (p<0.01) than those whose VF only mproved.

 There’s a letter from the hospital. Will you open it?

 When are they seeing you?

 What?

i can’t take time off.

 For God’s sake Adam, it’s your health. You’ve been in a right state these last two weeks. Look, I’ll see if I can come too.

can’t sleep. should stop lookng at my phone. what f t’s not bengn? they’re gong to have to open my bran up, cut nto me … sht.

Don’t come.

I’ve booked time off work. You shouldn’t have to deal with this on your own.

what if i … what if they …

I’m coming.

Blindsided: A consultation

‘This week’s exercise is about viewpoint. Please choose one of the scenarios below, and TWO of the viewpoints. Write the scenario twice, once from each view point. Don’t make it too long this week – aim for a few hundred words.’ (Exercise from The Book Analyst Facebook Group)

7 minutes

So, Mr Sharp, What brings you here today?

You had a letter from my optician.

should i sit here? should i take my coat off?

he looks bored. wearing a suit. i should look smarter.

[sits on edge of chair, picks at skin of edge of thumb]

frayed old jeans, grey hoodie, what’s the point?

Ah yes

[shuffles paper, looks on laptop, reads]

He looks worried.

Looks younger than he is.

Eight years older than me, though.

Shaggy brown hair, needs a haircut.

[runs hand through hair]I need a haircut. Better hurry up, I’m running late.

 

6 minutes

Ah, I see. Some headaches. How are they now?                                                                                      Much the same

blinding pain, stops me sleeping,

painkillers don’t make any difference

snapping at Kelly, can’t think, can’t sleep,

now i can’t see

[looks at field test results]

Shit, that looks bad.

[Smiles]

 

5 minutes

So I think I should refer you to the consultant.

referral? that can’t be good. what does he mean?

[heart pounds, pupils dilate then constrict]

[Waits. Watches his face]

Can I take some blood today too?

Sure

what does he need blood for?

                                                                                                                                                [starts to roll up sleeve]

Is this right?

4 minutes

Great. Give me a moment.

[washes hands, hunts for needles]

Where are the bloody things? No-one puts anything back. Brain tumour for certain. Shit.

Don’t get many of those in. Mind you, I’ve only been here a year.

what does he want blood for? bloody doctors, never explain themselves.

 

3 minutes

Right, hold out your arm. Easy now.

[pierces skin with needle, adds vial, watches blood fill the vial.]                                                          OUCH!

Nice firm skin, good veins. That’s filling up nicely. Thank god he’s not another old lady.

[breathes. tries not to look at needle. looks. looks away, looks again as vial fills.]

shouldn’t have to watch as my blood leaves my body. i feel sick.

 

[slips vial into plastic envelope.

fills in form. starts to type letter]

he won’t meet my eye. he knows it’s bad

it’s a tumour, isn’t it? say it, say it.

2 minutes

[types]

How long will it be?

I’ll make sure I mark it as

a priority.

[turns back to screen. types]

[shifts on chair]

i was right. Priority. Urgent. i can’t breathe

is that another sign that …

i’m going to die.

1 minute

Poor guy. I don’t know what to say to him

Is there anything else?

I hope not. I’m running late.

he’s not looking at my face.

has he seen something serious?

what’s more serious than a brain tumour?

i’m going to die. i’m going to die.

No, that’s all. Thank you.

[exits]

Thank god that’s over. Got to make up time.

Bloody hell it’s Mrs Smith next. Intractable varicose ulcer.

What a morning. More old ladies, same old, same old. Should have trained as a consultant.

 

7 minutes                                                                                                                                                               thank you.

why did i fucking thank him?

He’s practically handed me a death sentence.

shit shit

shit.