The
year is 1924. The streets of St. James ring with jazz as Britain races forward
into an age of peace and prosperity. London's back alleys, however, are filled
with broken soldiers and still shadowed by the lingering horrors of the Great
War.
Only a few years removed from the trenches of Flanders himself, Lieutenant Eric
Peterkin has just been granted membership in the most prestigious soldiers-only
club in London: The Britannia. But when a gentleman's wager ends with a member
stabbed to death, the victim's last words echo in the Lieutenant’s head: that
he would "soon right a great wrong from the past."
Eric is certain that one of his fellow members is the murderer: but who?
Captain Mortimer Wolf, the soldier’s soldier thrice escaped from German
custody? Second Lieutenant Oliver Saxon, the brilliant codebreaker? Or Captain
Edward Aldershott, the steely club president whose Savile Row suits hide a
frightening collision of mustard gas scars?
Eric's investigation will draw him far from the marbled halls of the Britannia,
to the shadowy remains of a dilapidated war hospital and the heroin dens of
Limehouse. And as the facade of gentlemenhood cracks, Eric faces a Matryoshka
doll of murder, vice, and secrets pointing not only to the officers of his own
club but the very investigator assigned by Scotland Yard.
I was sent a copy of A
Gentleman’s Murder by a publicist from Inkshares, a publisher I’d never
heard of, and due to an endorsement blurb written by Rhys Bowen, I gave it a
try. Written by Christopher Huang, the story of Eric Peterkin appealed to me
because of the character’s vulnerability and the setting of London during the
post WWI era.
Please
welcome Christopher Huang to WWK.
E. B. Davis
Christopher—even after going to the Inkshares website, I
don’t really understand the publisher’s process. Could you describe it to me? The
company claims to be reader-driven. How do they get books out to readers? Do
readers vote, and if your book is popular, it then gets published? What’s it
all about?
It’s about getting off to a running
start, and it’s about evaluating the market for a book. The process is this:
you set up a page on the Inkshares website with your book title, a synopsis,
and perhaps a couple of sample chapters. You don’t actually need a completed
novel at this point, though it helps.
Then you begin what they call a
“campaign,” in which you try to sell pre-orders of the book to people, based on
whatever material you’ve got on that webpage. The idea is that each pre-order
sale represents a vote of confidence, someone who’s willing to put money down
on the projected success of your book. After all, anyone can say that a book is
wonderful if you asked them to, but talk is cheap and once you put a price on a
vote, suddenly people get a lot more skittish.
The general rule is that you need
750 pre-orders within your campaign period to qualify for publication, but
things like contests could lower the requirement.
The book starts with a conversation between Eric
Peterkin and his friend Avery Ferrett. Eric and Avery seem like two very
different men. Eric dresses in a tight military style, whereas Avery wears
deconstructed clothing without creases. Eric spent a year in the trenches in
France as a lieutenant. Avery, for his health, spent the war in Buenos Aires.
How do they know each other? Why are they friends?
Eric and Avery met on a London train platform in 1919:
Eric had just been demobbed from the Army, and Avery had just returned from
Buenos Aires. Each of them was the first person the other met on arrival in
London that day, and for a while they were each other’s only friend in the
city. Also, there was a murder involving an impertinent lift boy and a bag of
gobstoppers, but that story’s going to need a lot more work if I’m ever to
release it into the wild.
You are a Canadian. Was there a reason you decided to
set your book during the 1920s and in London?
It’s just a milieu I’m very fond of, thanks to Agatha
Christie and all the detective fiction writers of that era. The Anglophilia has
to be fed! And the advantage of the period is that you don’t have to worry
about all the advances of forensic science putting the investigation beyond the
grasp of your amateur sleuth. The 1920s, I think, are just similar enough to
the modern day to be familiar while still being different enough to be a
fascinating foreign land.
“Detective
fiction wasn’t just literature; it was interactive entertainment.”
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Would you explain to our readers what you mean by that
statement?
Certainly! I mean that, generally speaking, when you
read a book, you experience the world as the hero experiences it; but with
detective fiction, you’re engaged in a different way. You’re encouraged to
think one step ahead of the protagonists. It becomes a game, trying to spot the
clues as they come up and guess at the hidden secret at the heart of the story.
And in that sense, it’s interactive. You don’t just read a mystery: you play it.
The requirements for membership in The Britannia Club,
Eric’s club, are experience on the battlefield and members must be gentlemen.
What qualifies a man for gentlemen status?
That’s a title whose meaning has evolved, especially
over the course of the 1800s. It once indicated a sort of minimum aristocracy,
but it gradually came to mean a degree of refinement, education, and
respectability—characteristics expected of the lower aristocracy but attainable
by anyone else. What it means in the present day is actually something of some
interest to me. With all the current news of men behaving badly (an
understatement), I rather wish that the gentlemanly ideals—honourable
behaviour, respect for women, the use of one’s privilege in the service of the
underprivileged – would come back into fashion, and that “being a gentleman”
were something more men aspired to.
Even though Eric’s ancestors were founding fathers of
The Britannia Club, his status is unpopular because he is half Chinese. Yet on
the battlefield, Eric found war to be the great equalizer. He was respected as
a commander. Why would military men be prejudiced?
I think that if you’ve spent years fighting a certain
enemy—if your primary experience of a certain people is that they’re trying to
kill you—then you’re likely to form a prejudice against them. Then again,
joining the Army was, until recently, one of the best ways of seeing foreign
cultures, and thus gaining a more nuanced view of the outside world. A lot
would depend on the nature of one’s Army experience.
A publisher pays Eric to read mysteries and evaluate
them. How did he get his job? What are his qualifications?
The publisher was a friend of Avery’s family, and
Avery helped convince him to hire Eric—another reason why Eric remains friends
with Avery. It never got around to a question of qualifications, though Eric
does have a degree in Classics. But I doubt if he’ll hold that job for very
long: he’s not very good at it.
How did the Far East mysteries with their menacing
Mandarin villains get popular?
I blame Fu Manchu. Everyone loves to read about exotic
cultures, real or imagined, and Fu Manchu was exotic. That’s all it comes down
to, I think: exoticism. The Mandarin character provided a romantic idea of what
the other side of the world might be like, and his villainous typecasting provided
a way of saying, “But we are better, and our values are better.”
I was surprised that the victim, Albert Benson, a
conscientious objector, would have been admitted to the club, but he was. Why?
Aha, there’s a bit of a plot point there. But the
stated reason, the one that we open with, is that he did spend time in the
thick of the fighting as a stretcher-bearer. It was a dangerous job, going out
to the battlefield to retrieve the dead and the wounded, and many conscientious
objectors volunteered to do it. If they didn’t fight, it was out of principle,
not cowardice.
What were the Chinese Labour Corps?
They were a noncombat unit in the First World War, performing
support services such as filling sandbags, building depots, moving cargo, and
so on. They were not expected to fight, but that didn’t mean they were out of
danger or that they suffered no casualties. There are WWl graveyards in France
with Chinese headstones for those who died there.
What was the White Feather brigade?
That’s an unofficial name that I cooked up to describe
them. Officially, they were the Order of the White Feather: people (almost
always women) who distributed white feathers as an award for cowardice to men
whom they thought were shirking their duty to their country. Though some men
were shamed into enlisting by this accusation of cowardice, the Order was not
very popular with the armed forces. It was very easy to mistake soldiers on
leave or essential state employees—or, in one case, an actual war hero on his
way to receive his Victoria Cross—for so-called “cowards.”
The Britannia Club has safe deposit boxes that members
may use, and Benson uses one. After another member bets that he can get into
the box and take an item out by the next morning, Eric is enlisted as a third
party to vouch as to what was placed in the box by Benson to ensure no cheating
occurs. After Benson’s murder, Eric is the only one who knows what was in the box.
Those items become the basis, clues, of his investigation. Why does Eric
investigate Benson’s murder?
Eric’s family has been associated with the club since
its founding, and Eric feels a sense of responsibility to the club. But beneath
that is also a strong sense of justice and honour. He’s certain that the murder
is not being properly investigated. It also appears that the others are anxious
to sweep the matter under the carpet, and he finds this unacceptable.
Shell shock and war neurosis were two early terms for
what is now known as PTSD. How were those disorders treated then, if at all?
There were a range of treatments, some more brutal
than others. Electroshock therapy, for instance, or solitary confinement.
Remember, nobody really knew anything yet, and the study of psychology was
still very new. I think Seale Hayne Military Hospital achieved one of the best
success rates for treatment, employing gentler techniques like occupational
therapy in peaceful, agrarian surroundings.
Eric suffers a flashback to the war where the here and
now recede. What precipitated this episode?
The sudden threat of danger. It catches him by
surprise, and his mind leaps to a similar moment in the War.
I always thought WWI was responsible for black market
cocaine, but morphine addiction was a more common plight and dates back to the
American Civil War, “a soldier’s disease,” as you stated in your afterword. Was
society tolerant of morphine addiction?
I think people were tolerant of it the same way they
were tolerant of alcoholism. Few people really thought of morphine as an
“illegal” drug, so there wasn’t much sense of addicts being criminals. They
thought, rather, that addiction was a sign of moral weakness, and they were
more concerned with whether the addict caused trouble in the community. I don’t
know if that means they were more tolerant, but the views seem somewhat
different.
Eric solves the murder, but he also learns a lot and
gains maturity. What is the result for his men? For his club?
Ah, a potential spoiler minefield! For Eric’s men, the
ones he had charge of in the War, it’s a matter of getting in touch. There is a
lot to be said, I think, for the support of social networks, and in a world
before social media, it takes a little bit more effort. For the club, let’s
just say that the good is restored and the bad is washed away ... as they
should be.
What is Bovril and how is it used in England?
A liquefied cow! It’s a very thick, black liquid, or
maybe you’d call it a viscous paste, and it tastes of salted beef. You can
spread it on bread, or you can dilute it with hot water to make beef tea, or you
could make it into gravy. There are probably other applications, but these are
the ones I remember that don’t involve Chinese congee. It’s a delicious piece
of my childhood, and I rather miss it.
This isn’t your only book. What else have you written?
“The Hero Unmasked!” is interactive fiction in a more
traditional sense—odd though it is to refer to something computerised as “more
traditional” than a printed book. You are the protagonist, and the narrative
changes with the choices you make. And it’s a very different sort of story from
A Gentleman’s Murder, too, being a
superhero fantasy set in the contemporary world. I am, as you can see, very
fond of my interactive fiction.
