After Matt Leveson disappeared in September 2007, his parents Mark and Faye spent ten years searching bushiand for his body.They also pursued Matt’s older boyfriend, Michael Atkins, who denied involvement with their son’s disappearance. Atkins was a serial liar, but to expose his deceit and find Matt’s body, in late 2016 the Levesons made a deal with the devil: Atkins received immunity from prosecution in exchange for revealing where he had buried Matt. He claimed that Matt had died of a drug overdose and wasn’t murdered.
Deal with the Devil
is the story of the Leveson family from the journalist who was closest to them throughout the four-year police reinvestigation of Matt’s case.There is an unnerving insight into Atkins’ past from exclusive interviews with his exboyfriends, lovers and former friends. Above all, what emerges is a portrait of two parents bound by their public quest to achieve justice for their son.
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Jennifer Spence: The Lost Girls
Having previously written young adult books and a crime novel, Jenny has now completed a truly high concept commercial women’s fiction novel.
The core of this work is the question she poses on how can we change events if we travel back in time. Can we change outcomes? Can we prevent tragedies from occurring? At what length will anyone go to ensure that something so dramatic as the death of a child can be stopped?
The main character, Stella, journeys twenty years back in time. She moves into her house under the guise of a close relative who went missing when she was a teenager and has now turned up as an adult. Her mission is to try and change events that she knows will occur in the future.
This is a carefully structured novel, full of suspense and twists. The voice is consistent and convincing and the writing is understated and elegant. It is a novel that would sit beside The Woman in the Window, Girl on a Train and more closely with the crime / time travel novel The Shining Girls by Lauren Beukes.
Rights have been sold to Fiona Henderson at Simon & Schuster. However any expression of interest can be forwarded to me, Lyn Tranter, at ALM. [firstname.lastname@example.org]
Eileen Ormsby: The Darkest Web
The author Eileen Ormsby has spent the past five years exploring every corner of the dark web. This book will take you into the murkiest depths of the web’s dark underbelly: a place of hitmen for hire, red rooms, hurtcore sites and markets that will sell anything a person is willing to pay for — including another person.
Not for the faint-hearted, this work explores the stories of a kingpin willing to murder to protect his dark web drug empire; a corrupt government official determined to avoid exposure; the death of a dark web drugs czar who dies in mysterious circumstances in a Bangkok jail. It explores who is willing to sell poisons and weapons, identities and bank accounts to anyone with a wallet full of Bitcoin.
Allen & Unwin have recently published this provocative truecrime work and enquires can be made to Maggie Thompson at [email@example.com]
Jonathon Shannon: The First Snow
This debut novel is from a copywriter who works in advertising. I always believe if you have to know how to sell toothpaste then you know the value of words. Such is the case with this young author.
The story is set in two countries — Iceland and Japan. It follows the lives of brother and sister Svana and Brynleifur. They were separated as young children when their parents divorced, and although siblings, they hardly know each other. Now in their early twenties they decide to embark on an adventure and spend a month travelling in Japan.
On their arrival in Okinawa they meet Tristan, a young Australian man who is travelling in Japan, to further his studies in Japanese, before he begins university. He speaks the language and Svan and Bryn warm to him and realise what a great travel guide he would make. Tristan in turn is fascinated by the beautiful Svana. They fall in love.
The work takes them on their month-long journey through Japan and its major cities culminating in Svana and Tristan climbing Mount Fuji. However Svana knows that she must return to Reykjavik, and Tristan, who is still recovering from a relationship breakup in Australia, decides that they must go their separate ways, but will write to each other.
Arriving back in Iceland, Bryn discovers through seeing her passport that Svana has chosen to not take on the family name, but instead the surname of her mother. One interesting factor in Icelandic culture is the widespread use of the patronymic surname, that is, the tradition of children always taking on the “family” name, the name of the father. Svana and Bryn have an enormous row and separate.
Unknown to Svana her brother is dying and when his will is read, he asks that she return to Mount Fuji and scatter his ashes there. She does so, and Tristan comes with her. We are left knowing that their relationship will flourish.
The manuscript is still in draft form but will be submitted to publishers by July 2018. All enquiries to Lyn Tranter at ALM: [firstname.lastname@example.org]
Sarah Hopkins: Beta Boy
When a new computer game or app comes out, people queue to be considered as “beta testers”. This mean that they get to use the game or app for free — before it goes public. They have to note bugs or glitches in the product and make the developers aware of these.
Beta testing comes after Alpha testing. Alpha testing is done internally by the engineers, and Beta is done by a select group of members of the public. The reason for this is that the developers want to wait for the product to be tested on real people.
This is Sarah Hopkins’ third book, and is a haunting work that blends speculative fiction and science fiction, and looks at incarceration, social engineering and the crimes adults can commit against children.
The premise of the book is that a group of children who have had troubled lives are “rescued” from the legal system for crimes they have committed and placed in a school to deal with their specific needs. Daniel, the main character, has been dealing drugs and when he is due for sentencing, the likely jail term is dismissed on the provision that he attends this new school. When he arrives he is faced with a number of other children, mainly teenagers who have committed various crimes or come from disturbed homes. It is not an ordinary school, and lessons are conducted in an unconventional manner; and although Daniel believes he can leave at any time, the place is very isolated.
The insight into why this school is here, and what it is for, is slowly revealed. In many ways it reminded me of Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go. In that novel we gradually find out that the school is designed to breed children for body parts, in Beta Boy we learn that Big Pharma are not bothering to test new drugs or medicines on animals (it is far too slow a process) but on children, and these schools are scattered around the globe.
A fascinating and disturbing hypothesis written by a natural storyteller. All enquires to Lyn Tranter at ALM. [email@example.com]
Barry Maitland: The Promised Land
There have been twelve Brock and Kolla novels published so far in Australia, the USA, the UK and in translation. They feature two central characters, DCI David Brock and DI Kathy Kolla, homicide detectives in London’s Metropolitan Police.
Now Barry has written his thirteenth novel in this series titled The Promised Land. Central to the plot of this brilliant crime novel is the discovery of a lost manuscript by the British writer George Orwell. Extensive tests are done and it becomes clear that this is in fact a work by Orwell.
The manuscript is delivered to Charles Pettigew, the owner of a floundering publishing house that he inherited from his father. He knows that if this is in fact a genuine Orwell novel, his business will be saved.
Australian and New Zealand rights have been sold to Allen & Unwin who have previously published all Barry’s Brock & Kolla books. The editor there, Ali Lavau, in her closing remarks on this work said:
It’s been an absolute pleasure to engage with your work again. It’s the promise of intricate plotting, ingenious twists, a strong sense of place and natural, fluent prose. And, oh boy does The Promised Land deliver. There are the murders in Hampstead, framed judges, psychopaths and most startling of all, Brock in prison. I am absolutely hooked.
Allen & Unwin—Aust and NZ rights. All other enquiries to Lyn Tranter at ALM, [firstname.lastname@example.org]
It was the ‘eBay of drugs’.
A BILLION DOLLAR EMPIRE.
Behind it, an FBI Most Wanted Man, the enigmatic crime czar DREAD PIRATE ROBERTS.
SILK ROAD lay at the heart of the ‘Dark Web’ — a parallel internet of porn, guns, assassins and drugs. Lots of drugs. With the click of a button LSD, heroin, meth, coke, any illegal drug imaginable, would wing its way by regular post from any dealer to any user in the world. How was this online drug cartel even possible? And who was the charismatic mastermind all its low roads led to?
The incredible true story!
Silk Road’s riseand fall, told with unparalleled insight into the main players — including alleged founder and kingpin Dread Pirate Roberts himself — by lawyer and investigative journalist Eileen Ormsby. A stunning crime story with a truth that explodes off the page.
Eileen Ormsby: The Darkest Web
DARK: A kingpin willing to murder to protect his dark web drug empire. A corrupt government official determined to avoid exposure. The death of a dark web drugs czar in mysterious circumstances in a Bangkok jail cell, just as the author arrives there. Who’s behind the online markets that came after Silk Road, willing to sell poisons and weapons, identities and bank accounts, malware and life-ruining services online to anyone with a wallet full of Bitcoin?
DARKER: A death in Minnesota leads detectives into the world of dark web murder-for-hire where hundreds of thousands of dollars in Bitcoin is paid to arrange killings, beatings and rapes. Meanwhile, the owner of the most successful hitman website in history is threatening the journalists who investigate his business with a visit from his operatives — and the author is at the top of his list.
DARKEST… People with the most depraved perversions gather to share their obscene materials in an almost inaccessible corner of the dark web. A video circulates, and the pursuit of the monsters responsible for ‘Daisy’s Destruction’ leads detectives into the unimaginable horror of the world of hurtcore.
Eileen Ormsby has spent the past five years exploring every corner of the dark web. This book will take you into the murkiest depths of the web’s dark underbelly: a place of hitmen for hire, red rooms, hurtcore sites and markets that will sell anything a person is willing to pay for — including another person. Enter the darkest web…
Glenda Guest: A Week in the Life of Cassandra Aberline
The train races along its rails,
a silver and blue streak
trying to make up time
spent dallying in the dust…
After forty-five years in Sydney, Cassandra Aberline returns home to Western Australia in the same way she left: on the Indian Pacific. As they cross the emptiness of the vast Australian inland, Cassie travels back through her memories, too, frightened that she’s about to lose them forever — and with them, her last chance to answer the question that has held her to ransom almost all her life.
By the author of Siddon Rock, winner of the Commonwealth Writers’ Prize for best first book.
This story is about the complexities of memory, and the loss of memory. It is also about guilt, trust, and the breaking of trust. Primarily, it is about identity and how that changes in various circumstances.
Cassandra Aberline left her home in the wheatlands of Western Australia for Sydney in 1970. She is now sixty-four, lives in Surrey Hills, Sydney, and is teaching theatre skills after a long and distinguished career as an actor in Shakespearean and classical works.
Cassie has been given a diagnosis of early onset Altzheimers disease, and she is now returning to the west the same way as she left: by train on the Indian-Pacific. On this return journey she expects to work out what in her early life led to the specific event that made her leave. She cannot remember the specifics of that moment, if she pushed, or she left by choice.
“In the literary world there is a propensity for prize-winning authors to be elevated – or to elevate themselves – onto a special pedestal, complete with pretentious black-and-white profile photographs designed to make the subject appear as erudite and aloof as possible. Glenda Guest is not one such writer. She is approachable and refreshingly frank…” You may read more of this fascinating interview in the pages of Verity La.
Louise Allan: Sisters’ Song: As children, Ida loves looking after her younger sister, Nora, but when their beloved father dies in 1926, everything changes. The two young girls move in with their grandmother, who is particularly encouraging of Nora’s musical talent. Nora eventually follows her dream of a brilliant musical career, while Ida takes a job as a nanny and their lives become quite separate.
The two sisters are reunited when Nora’s life takes an unwelcome direction and she finds herself, embittered and resentful, isolated in the Tasmanian bush with a husband and children.
Ida longs passionately for a family and when she marries Len, a reliable and good man, she hopes to soon become a mother. Over time, it becomes clear that this is never likely to happen.
In Ida’s eyes, it seems that Nora possesses everything in life that could possibly matter, yet she values none of it.
Set in rural Tasmania over a span of seventy years, the strengths and flaws of motherhood are revealed through the mercurial relationship of these two very different sisters.
Louise Allan’s The Sisters’ Song speaks of dreams, children and family, all entwined with a musical thread that binds them together.
The 1956 Melbourne Olympic Games have become known as the ‘Friendly Games’, but East-West rivalry ensured that they were anything but friendly. From the bloody semi-final water polo match between the USSR and Hungary, during which blood seen in the water, to the athletes who defected to the West, sport and politics collided during the Cold War. Harry Blutstein’s Cold War Games shows vividly how the USSR and US exploited the Melbourne Olympic Games for propaganda, turning athletic fields, swimming pools and other sporting venues into battlefields in which each fought for supremacy.
There were glimmers of peace and solidarity. War Games also tells the love story between Czechoslovak discus thrower Olga Fikotova and American hammer thrower Hal Connolly, and their struggle to overcome Cold War politics to marry.
Cold War Games is a lively, landmark book, with fresh information from ASIO files and newly discovered documents from archives in the USSR, US and Hungary, revealing secret operations in Melbourne, and showing just how pivotal the 1956 Olympic Games were for the great powers of the Cold War.
‘There had been a few minutes when I was alone with her in the autopsy room. I ’d felt wild. Absent. Before I could stop myself I was leaning close to her, telling her everything. The words draining out of me as she lay there. Her long damp hair hanging off the back of the steel table. Glassy eyes fixed blindly on the ceiling. She was still so beautiful, even in death.
‘Our secrets circled madly around the bright white room that morning. Rocking back and forth on my heels as I stood there next to her, I knew how far in I was again, how comprehensively her death could undo me. I looked at Rosalind Ryan properly for the last time before breathing deeply, readying myself, letting her pull me back into her world, and I sank down, further and further until I was completely, utterly under.’
A beautiful young teacher has been murdered, her body found in the lake, strewn with red roses. Local policewoman Detective Sergeant Gemma Woodstock pushes to be assigned to the case, concealing the fact that she knew the murdered woman in high school years before.
But that ’s not all Gemma ’s trying to hide. As the investigation digs deeper into the victim ’s past, other secrets threaten to come to light, secrets that were supposed to remain buried. The lake holds the key to solving the murder, but it also has the power to drag Gemma down into its dark depths…
‘Martin wore tight pants that were striped red, white and blue, like a Union Jack, and an embroidered Afghan vest. In front of his face he carried, like a lollipop, a smile on a stick. As he went, he bowed to passers-by. Even on King’s Road, he stood out.’
Martin Sharp’s art was as singular as his style. He blurred the boundaries of high art and low with images of Dylan, Hendrix and naked flower children that defined an era. Along the way the irreverent Australian was charged with obscenity and collaborated with Eric Clapton as he drew rock stars and reprobates into his world.
In this richly told and beautifully written biography, Joyce Morgan captures the loneliness of a privileged childhood, the heady days of the underground magazine Oz as well as the exuberant creativity of Swinging London and beyond.
Sharp pursued his quixotic dream to realise van Gogh’s Yellow House in Australia. He obsessively championed eccentric singer Tiny Tim and was haunted by the awful deaths at Sydney’s Luna Park. Charismatic and paradoxical, he became a recluse whose phone never stopped ringing.
There was no one like Martin Sharp. When he died, he was described as a stranger in a strange land who left behind a trail of stardust.
In the summer of 1936, over just four weeks, it all went wrong — for democracy and for Spain, even for the British royals. Politicians failed, and Hitler was emboldened to plan a new European war, and more.
When some army generals sought to overthrow Spain’s elected government, Francisco Franco quickly emerged as their leader; Nazi Germany and Fascist Italy supported him with men and materiel; pusillanimous politicians in Britain and the United States, even in France, turned a blind-eye — and the Spanish Civil War was on. Edward VIII took a scandalous holiday cruise with Mrs Simpson, Berlin staged the greatest sporting event of modern times, the alternative Peoples’ Olympiad never came to be, and Barcelona was transformed into a unique workers’ paradise. All this in four weeks. It was an incongruous, at times brilliant, juxtaposition of events.
Nicholas Whitlam majored in history at Harvard. Four Weeks One Summer, his third book, is the product of a long-held interest in the Spanish Civil War, the Olympic movement and the politics of the 1930s.
Mark Colvin: Launch speech for Four Weeks One Summer: When it All Went Wrong
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WHEN I WAS A SMALL BOY at an English boarding school, our main history text was a small book by one of the masters, Harold Hartley, who made a tidy sum over the years as a result.
It was mostly a book of significant events attached to their dates: events and dates which we were expected to learn by rote. The Battle of Plassey, 1757. The Diet of Worms, 1521. The defenestration of Prague 1617. No context. You learned them first, almost like your alphabet, and expected that eventually, perhaps in your fourth or fifth year, someone would explain what they actually meant. We learned the names of the Kings and Queens of England by means of the mnemonic rhyme:
Willy, Willy, Harry, Ste,
Harry, Dick, John, Harry three,
One, two, three Neds, Richard two,
Henries four, five, six — then who?
Edwards four, five, Dick the bad,
Harries twain and Ned the lad… and so on…
In general the whole approach was remarkably reminiscent of Sellars and Yeatman’s great satire 1066 and all that, with its sweeping pronouncements on how any given King’s actions were A Good Thing or A Bad Thing — in capitals — and its summings-up of massive historical shifts like the English Civil War in a sentence: ‘With the ascension of Charles I to the throne we come at last to the utterly memorable Struggle between the Cavaliers (Wrong but Wromantic) and the Roundheads (Right but Repulsive).’
Even when I was a teenager, history, though less simplistic, was understood as a series of texts by great authorities, who once they’d ruled on a subject could be taken as gospel. G.R. Elton, for instance, was then much more famous as the author of England Under The Tudors than as the father of the creator of Blackadder, and what he said could be faithfully paraphrased if you wanted an A for your essay.
There were the Whig and Tory theories of history, competing with the Marxists of course — this was the sixties — but they all seemed to exist in separate boxes and there appeared to be little real dialogue or debate, and overarching all of them was the Great Man theory. History — whether it was about Kings and Queens or Prime Ministers and Presidents — was mostly about important guys doing important stuff which changed the world.
A lot about the writing of history has changed in the intervening decades, thank heavens. There was a huge shift away from the great men, for one thing, and towards a perspective that looked at the lives of ordinary people — a shift which radically changed our view of the events surrounding the French Revolution, for example.
There was a minor movement towards the counterfactual — what would have happened if the Germans had won the First World War, for instance — which forced some historians to re-examine some of their assumptions. And there were small books of powerful storytelling which could give you a whole new window into a moment or a sweep of history. I would include in that category Dava Sobel’s Longitude, on the otherwise dry subject of timekeeping and naval warfare in the 18th century, Mark Kurlansky’s book Salt, in which the history of a single chemical illuminates much of human existence, and John Lukacs’ Five Days in London, which tells the story of how Churchill only narrowly defeated the appeasers and saw off Lord Halifax to become Prime Minister in May 1940, probably the single most world-changing political moment of the twentieth century.
It’s among that distinguished company — and in that category — that Nick Whitlam’s book comfortably fits. Because it takes history day by day, switching focus between places and people, it reads almost filmically. It is not just a book about the Spanish Civil War, or the rise of Fascism in Europe, the degree to which sport can ever be apolitical, or the responsibilities of a young man like Edward the Eighth within the confines of a modern constitutional monarchy.
It is — to borrow the title of a BBC Radio series — a book about ‘The things we forgot to remember’: a book about some things we think we know well and others we may never have heard or. Everyone remembers Jessie Owens’ wonderful victories at the Berlin Olympics and the challenge they presented to Hitler’s insane race theories — but who has ever heard about the Popular Olympics in Barcelona, the anti-Olympics if you like? I certainly hadn’t until I read Nick’s book.
Similarly we all know the name of Juan Antonio Samaranch, because it became synonymous with the corruption and authoritarianism of the International Olympic Committee. But where else but in this book can you find him as a 16-year-old fascist preparing to fight for Franco at the beginning of the Spanish Civil War, while in a parallel narrative, Avery Brundage is shepherding the American Olympic squad across the Atlantic by ship towards Hitler’s festival of Aryan supremacy?
In a quirk of history it’s Brundage of course, who goes on to create the massive international rort of International Olympianism with its quasi-State privileges, tax untouchability and group of leaders whose greed became unquenchable — and Samaranch to whom — if you’ll pardon the expression — he passes the Olympic torch.
If you believe in genetics, probably no-one but Nick Whitlam could have written this particular book. It begins with a story about his late father and a certain characteristic finickiness about the title of the Duchess of Windsor, and it goes on to be — unmistakably — the book of someone who grew up surrounded by politics in practice and in theory.
But it’s also the book of someone whose mother swam for Australia in the British Empire Games, and swam despite an infection for which there were then no antibiotics. If she’d been a couple of years older in other words, Margaret could well have been there in Berlin or Barcelona. With Margaret and Gough, twenty years after the events in this book, he watched the 1956 Olympics in Melbourne.
It’s the book, in other words, of someone who has always combined his interest in politics with a fascination with sport.
This is also a book which forces you to ruminate on history’s turning points. It occurs in the year after Mussolini has gone to war in Abyssinia, a few months after Hitler has taken the Rhineland. The decisions taken by the German and Italian dictators at this time, supporting the Francoists, and by France’s Prime Minister Leon Blum, supporting the Republic, were in retrospect early signs of the long manoeuvring that led up to the Second World War.
Similarly, Britain’s inaction, obsessed as the Government was with the Abdication crisis, provides a melancholy foretaste of the moment less than two years hence when Neville Chamberlain would dismiss Hitler’s invasion of Czechoslovakia as a ‘quarrel in a far away country between people of whom we know nothing’.
That reminds me of another anniversary which we’ve just commemorated — Moscow’s crushing of the Hungarian Revolution, exactly sixty years ago, which they were able to get away with because the world was focussed on the spectacular bungle being committed by France and Britain in Egypt over Suez.
Having just myself put out a book which begins and ends with the Cold War, I’m particularly conscious at the moment of the idea that there are eras with defined beginnings and endings.
I never for a moment subscribed to Francis Fukuyama’s theory of the ‘End Of History’, but I confess we had moved from one fairly lengthy era into another. It seemed to me until quite recently that the end of Marxism had catapulted us back into a period that would be much more like the late nineteenth century: great powers manoeuvring fairly cautiously around each other, perhaps in a new version of the Great Game: certainly a return in economic debate to the great Victorian era standoffs of free trade versus imperial protection or mercantilism.
The parallels I didn’t see coming were the ones with the Thirties, in particular the return of a type of populist nationalism to which you can give many labels. Let’s face it, the American term ‘alt-right’ is a euphemism for a host of nasties, from racism to straight out fascism.
We’ve long been warned against comparing anyone too easily to Hitler, and mostly rightly. But it’s not hysterical to note that authoritarians who run up against economic difficulty tend to react by military adventurism. Mussolini invaded Abyssinia — Putin invaded Crimea.
It’s not too much to note that Hitler came to power with considerably less than a majority of the popular vote, and that the establishment fatally miscalculated that it — and the institutions of the State — could control him.
It’s not too much to note either that a leader who comes to power on an authoritarian platform — as Franco did and as Trump has if we take many of his speeches literally — will not necessarily bring about his own downfall through war or incompetence. Franco came to power in the Spanish Civil War and he remained in power, playing a canny game on the national and international stage, for nearly four decades.
And he died in office, untroubled by opposition because he had crushed all opposition. I remember writing his obituary for [radio station] Double J, forty one years ago last month.
They say all great quotes end up being attributed to Oscar Wilde, George Bernard Shaw, Albert Einstein or Mark Twain. Twain, it turns out, did not say ‘History doesn’t repeat itself but it sometimes rhymes’: no-one’s quite sure who did. What he did write, though slightly less pithy, was this ‘History never repeats itself, but the Kaleidoscopic combinations of the pictured present often seem to be constructed out of the broken fragments of antique legends.’
This is a book of kaleidoscopic combinations.
It is constructed, eighty years being several generations, from what might seem to us at first to be broken fragments of antique legends.
But in Nick’s work, this piece of history suddenly speaks to us as if it were yesterday or today.
Draw your own conclusions, draw your own parallels, but I urge you at least to read it. You will be, to borrow a phrase from the ABC Charter, ‘educated, entertained and culturally enriched’.
Christina Stead, one of Australia’s great novelists: The Man Who Loved Children
‘This crazy, gorgeous family novel is one of the great literary achievements of the twentieth century. I carry it in my head the way I carry childhood memories; the scenes are of such precise horror and comedy that I feel I didn’t read the book so much as lived it.’ — JONATHAN FRANZEN
All the June Saturday afternoon Sam Pollitt’s children were on the lookout for him as they skated round the dirt sidewalks and seamed old asphalt of R Street and Reservoir Road…
Sam and Henny Pollit have too many children, too little money and too much loathing for each other. As Sam uses the children’s adoration to feed his own voracious ego, Henny becomes a geyser of rage against her improvident husband. And, caught in the midst of it all, is Louisa, Sam’s watchful eleven-year-old daughter.
Published in the UK by Apollo. The Norman Rockewll painting used for the cover and for the endpapers is ‘Coming and Going’, 1947. See below.