Trastevere…stomping ground of Milo Peretti – Rome’s newest private detective.

Trastevere (Tras-TEV’-eh-reh) is the 13th rione or district of Rome and the home of Milo Peretti, the private detective and main character in my mystery novella, Blood Will Tell. The rione is separated from Rome’s centro storico (historical centre) by the river Tiber, hence the name Trastevere or ‘across the Tiber’.

Tiber

Known for its maze of narrow cobbled streets and the medieval houses that line them, Trastevere is one of the most quintessentially Roman neighbourhoods. To many tourists, this is what Rome is all about. Even the Trasteverini themselves claim that their neighbourhood is the true heart of city and it doesn’t take long to see what they mean. There’s definitely something distinctively vibrant about the place.

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Trastevere is a feast for the senses. The colour of the buildings – from terracotta to sky blue, from golden maize to rose wine; all draped in ivy and dotted with window boxes. The rattle and buzz of Vespas as they fly down the street. The freshly washed bed sheets hung out to dry on lines stretched above the streets between apartment windows.

Washing

The air filled with the rich smell of roasted coffee beans and of freshly baked pizza. And later on, the arrival of the street entertainers, artists and poets add to the Bohemian atmosphere.

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Then, open air dining in front of an ancient trattoria, old men playing cards and young lovers strolling arm in arm through a lamplit piazza. This is Trastevere.

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(Photo credits: Daniele Zedda, Mozzercork, Debs-eye, The Wolf and technologic)


Along The River Po…with Commissario Soneri

I’m reading River of Shadows at the moment. It’s the first book in Valerio Varesi’s detective series featuring Commissario Soneri. River of Shadows was shortlisted for the 2011 CWA International Dagger. Apart from the main human protagonists in the story, Varesi’s descriptions of the River Po and the surrounding landscape seem to give the location a life and character all of its own. Since my Italian roots are in the region of Emilia-Romagna and Parma in particular, this is a part of the world that I feel a strong connection with. Let me introduce you…

PoTurin

The Po river flows more than 400 miles through northern Italy, from its source on a rocky hillside in the Cottian Alps all the way to the Adriatic Sea not far from Venice. Il grande fiume (the great river) is prone to heavy flooding and, in an attempt to protect the surrounding fields and towns, over half of the river is flanked by man-made embankments or argini. Poplar trees have also been planted along the banks to strengthen them against the force of the water. This may work to some extent but the down-side of these flood defences has been that when the Po floods, it does so even more ferociously and with devastating effect.

PoFlood

The Po in flood is the backdrop to a mysterious disappearance in River of Shadows. The leading character, Commissario Soneri, is a detective based in Parma who is bought in to investigate when an old boatman goes missing from his barge on the river. Varesi’s writing is full of brooding storminess and conjures up the image of perpetual rain, mist and swirling currents. The power and menace of the river as it threatens the lives and livelihoods along its banks is painted beautifully as is the seeming contradiction of the serene timelessness of the river.

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There’s a strange symbiosis that exists between the people and the Po. The river has caused destruction for centuries and yet the people who live within its reach rely on it for the success of their vineyards, rice fields, and fisheries. The benefits, though, are heavily one sided. They say that a third of Italy’s agricultural exports come from the area around the Po. Livestock drink its water and the sugar, rice and tomato crops rely on irrigation for a good harvest. Even the area’s power comes from the Po via the hydroelectric plants. No wonder the people of the Po cling to their homes so tenaciously in the face of floods that so often threaten to snatch it all away. They know that while the river takes with one hand, it gives very generously with the other.

This is the way it’s been for as long as anyone can remember. The seasonal dance with the river and its advancing and retreating water. They say changing climate patterns have made things harder but change is a way of life along the Po and things will just adapt and move on as they have done for centuries. The people have taken on the character of the Po itself – always changing but always the same.

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Photo credits: turinphototours.it , Giuliano Chezzi, AsgeirFoto and Francesco Zaia


My amoreggiamento with Italian crime fiction…

I write crime fiction. More specifically, I write crime fiction set in Italy and my detective, Milo Peretti, lives and works in Rome. But why? How did I get here? And what makes me write the things I do?

Coming from an Italian background, I suppose choosing Italy as the backdrop isn’t too much of a surprise. I’ve always been very conscious and proud of my family’s roots so it seemed only natural to write about a place that means a lot to me. But why crime? And why Rome? There are plenty of genres other than crime and plenty of other cities besides Rome.

As a boy, I read mainly historical fiction and fantasy. (I genuinely have no idea how many times I read The Chronicles of Narnia.) The closest I ever got to crime fiction was reading Enid Blyton’s Famous Five stories. Then as a teenager, I discovered my Grandad’s Sherlock Holmes collection and was was hooked. I couldn’t get enough mystery and intrigue and raided my local library for more. I read everything. From Ted Dekker, Frederick Forsyth, Sam Bourne and Vince Flynn to Kathy Reichs, Jeffery Deaver, Jonathan Kellerman and Michael Connelly. And so, I guess, when I started to write, I wanted to write the same sort of story as the ones I love to read.

But why Rome? After all, my family originally came from Parma in Emilia-Romagna to the north of Italy. Why not set the story there? Here’s the answer…

Zen

Michael Dibdin’s Aurelio Zen. And not even the books. It was the BBC’s TV series that made me fall in love with Rome as the setting for a detective story. There was something about the characters played by Rufus Sewell and Caterina Murino. An air of suave Mediterranean sophistication that most of the fictional detectives I’d come across didn’t have. Unsure why I hadn’t done it before, I devoured books by the Anglo-Italian authors – Michael Dibdin, Donna Leon, Christobel Kent; and the Italian – Andrea Camilleri, Valerio Varesi, Gianrico Carofiglio. And so I discovered a passion for giallo (Italian crime fiction) and, not long afterwards, Milo Peretti came along.

But, enough about me… What makes you read/write the things you do?


Blood Will Tell… Now *FREE* on Kindle!

BLOOD WILL TELL – a short Milo Peretti mystery – is finally available to download for FREE on Kindle!

Download HERE for KINDLE (UK) and HERE for KINDLE (U.S.).

Blood Will Tell is the prequel to the Milo Peretti mystery series…

MILO PERETTI is back in Rome to take over the running of his late uncle’s detective agency. When the body of a businessman is found at an office nearby in Trastevere, the grieving mother refuses to believe her son took his own life. But with the Polizia di Stato preparing to close the case as suicide, will Peretti ever really uncover the truth? And will justice ever be done?

Blood Will Tell


Blood Will Tell… download for FREE!

Finally… My novella/short story, Blood Will Tell is available for FREE download from Kobo and Smashwords! It’s also listed on Amazon (although not free for Kindle – yet!).

Blood Will Tell is the prequel to the Milo Peretti mystery series which tells the story of Rome’s newest private detective. The first full novel is due out in 2014.

In the meantime, here’s the link for you to download Blood Will Tell for FREE:

DOWNLOAD FROM SMASHWORDS (All e-reader formats available – including Kindle, Kobo and Nook!)

and here’s the link for Amazon:

DOWNLOAD FROM KINDLE BOOKS

Blood Will Tell


Blood Will Tell…update

Here’s a quick update on where I am on current projects.

Blood Will Tell, the novella which begins the Milo Peretti mystery series will be coming to a Kindle near you very soon… As in, a ‘this week’ kind of very soon! Links to follow. Here’s a sneak preview of the cover:

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I’m currently working on the first full Milo Peretti novel. The working title is The Colour of Weeping. It will be out in 2014 but I can’t wait to share it with you all! Watch this space.


The One That Got Away – Flash fiction

So…here’s The One That Got Away

This is my offering for this weeks Blog Hop flash fiction challenge (see Leanne Sype’s original post – http://leannesype.wordpress.com/2013/05/08/blog-hop-photo-reveal-19/

The 5 must-use words were butter, evil, wardrobe, rescue, ballroom. Here’s the picture courtesy of Flikr Commons:

The One That Got Away

‘You be a good girl while I’m gone won’t you, poppet?’
He stroked her cheek with his nasty fingers and she fought the urge to recoil from his touch. If her hands were free, she would have scrubbed at her skin to get rid of the lingering vileness but the ropes held her wrists tightly. Instead she held her breath to block out the smell of his foulness and nodded.
A grin split his face, hideous teeth jutting out like sunken tombstones.
‘That’s right. See, it’s better when we love each other isn’t it?’
His hot breath smelt of stale whiskey and decay. She wanted to be sick but forced herself to smile sweetly into his twisted evil face instead. As if butter wouldn’t melt, her mum always said. Mum. The thought made her throat close up. No. She mustn’t cry. Not in front of him. Not ever.
‘I’ll try not to be away too long, poppet. You’ll be good won’t you?’
She nodded. Anything to get him out of the house. Anything to give her time.
As soon as the  key turned in the lock she started on the knot again. Wriggling, twisting, picking. One free hand; that’s all she needed. Come on. COME ON!
She wrestled with the rope until she was drenched with sweat and on the verge of giving up in despair. Just as she abandoned all hope of escape, she felt the knot give. Not daring to breathe, she made her hand as small as possible and pulled. Inch by inch her hand slipped between the coils until the rope released its hold.
With trembling fingers, she worked to free her other hand. Within a moment or two, she was on her feet and rubbing her wrists to get the feeling back.
She tried the door and window. Both locked. She was still a prisoner inside four bleak walls.
The room was empty apart from the bed, a chair and an old wardrobe. She ran to it and flung open the doors. Empty. Of course it was. He had taken everything. Her clothes. Her shoes. She was never meant to leave so why would she need them again? She looked down at the ancient nightdress he had made her wear. She hated it like she hated him. But better freedom like this than no freedom at all.
Grabbing the chair, she swung at the window. A crack jittered across the glass but the chair bounced back into the room. Strong with desperation she swang again. This time there was a crash and the pane shattered.
Clambering out onto the ledge, a shard of glass caught her leg and drew blood. She ignored it and kept going. A drainpipe ran down the wall an armslength away. She made a wild grab for it and half fell, half slid to the ground.
Trees reached for her with their gnarled branches she ran blindly along the path like Cinderella from the ballroom. Somewhere behind her a twig snapped.


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