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NEW DEREK ROBINSON NOVEL  - "What a romp!"  
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World War 2 gives up another secret.


How to con a major American intelligence agency for fun and profit.

And get away with it... almost.

Holy $moke
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“Holy Smoke finds us in Rome at the end of the war, a new location for Robinson but one which has his customary cast of liars, saboteurs and arsonists.  Everyone will have their particular favourite;  one of mine is Captain Ironside, whom I nominate as the statutory ‘awkward bugger’,  a fixture in so many Robinson books.  What is conjured up for our delight is the amorality of a city staggering out of war, in a state of mind which  -  with an almost total disregard of government and law  -  enabled Italy to slip from Fascism to democracy.  I loved it and thought it a perfect topic and cast for the Robinson treatment. My one disappointment  -   the Albanian dwarves were an authorial invention.”   
 
                                                                          Graham Thorne  
For a full review of Holy $moke by Bill Stroud, click:
http://stroudallover.blogspot.co.uk/2017/05/holy-moke-by-derek-robinson.html

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A heartwarming comedy of deceit, deception, power-seeking and
revenge, set in the liberated Rome of 1944.  Based on fact. Similar
 to my Luis Cabrillo  novels, but completely different.  No aircraft.
 Many jokes.  Self published - a slim volume, only 170 pages,
which explains the low price.

Here's a taste of page 1. We're in the Pentagon in 1944.


               “Albanian dwarves,” General Donovan said. “Dwarves from Albania. Interesting.” 

                He was walking along a wide and busy corridor. With him were a colonel, Randall Stuart, and a major, Fred Stoner.  Stuart had just outlined a plan to
infiltrate into Albania a number of male dwarves who were fluent in the language and the customs of the country.  Their task would be to sabotage German army
 
communications and to stimulate Albanian partisans. Stuart said that dwarves had an inbuilt advantage as secret agents because nobody suspected them..

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                                                                                   Readers Write #53 November 2017

Bluff,

                  Rockets,

                                                                  and Runaway Balloons.

     This isn’t so much about Readers Write as about Author’s Slant on war and its peculiarities.  If that doesn’t interest you, move on. 

    Hitler spoofs are a brilliant idea.   Someone took a scene from  The Last Days of Hitler  and changed the subtitles.  Instead of raging at his generals, Hitler savages a local problem  -  the latest spoof has him blasting the bus service in my home town. Very funny, very professionally made, and it cost peanuts.  Hitler becomes the voice of democracy.  Nice twist. 

     Surprise is the key to this spoof. Suddenly a horror story is inverted and it becomes a joke.  Which is fine as long as we don’t forget the horror.  Hitler was a monster who brought death to millions.  He gambled with the future of Europe, and often he bluffed.  In 1939, after telling his admirals that there would be no war before 1943, he invaded Poland, knowing that his fleet was outnumbered ten to one by the Royal Navy.  An even bigger bluff happened in September 1938.  

    That was the time of the Munich crisis. Hitler demanded the Sudetenland, a part of Czechoslovakia, or he would invade.  Claud Cockburn, one of the great journalists of his century, was in Prague at the time, and he saw what happened.  His memoirs, Cockburn Sums Up, describes that last act of appeasement. There was still a chance that the League of Nations or Britain, France and Russia would support the Czechs against Germany. The Czech army was ready to fight, and Cockburn, who was on good terms with the Russian Legation, knew that the Soviet Union had sent a force of fighters and bombers to an airfield near Prague.  This was an advance force to be massively reinforced if Germany invaded.  

    That snippet of information has never, to my knowledge, appeared in the histories of the period.  Nor has the opinion of Ulrich Steinhilper, one of the few Luftwaffe pilots who were sent to the Czech border at that time and who survived the war. He has rejected the historians who claim the German threat was real and Czech resistance was pointless.  “We were just a hotch-potch of personnel of very varied experience and training,” he wrote in his memoirs, Spitfire On My Tail, “in aircraft which either belonged in a museum or weren’t armed anyway.”   He made no mention of the Soviet aircraft in Prague. Was France or Britain aware of them?  Cockburn doesn’t say.  In the event, nobody backed the Czechs, so the Soviet planes left and Germany marched in.  Chamberlain flew home to wave his sheet of paper as proof of peace.  As Steinhilper wrote:  “Another gigantic bluff had come off.” 

    There is a lot of bluffing in world politics,  and in some cases men are bluffing themselves.  The  Vietnam war would never have begun if President Eisenhower hadn’t made a speech about the ‘domino theory’.  This was the belief that if Vietnam went communist, then all of south-east Asia would be lost, even the Philippines and maybe Australia or India.  Kennedy inherited the domino theory.  (American government knew almost nothing about that part of the world because all its experts were fired during the McCarthy witch-hunt.)    

   Vietnam posed no threat to America, but with the arrival of Communist China, the U.S. feared that China would expand to the south, via Vietnam. And so the war began. It lasted sixteen years, cost untold billions, wrecked Vietnam, Laos and part of Cambodia, left South Vietnam poisoned with Agent Orange and left North Vietnam pitted with bomb craters after the U.S. Air Force dropped a greater weight of bombs than fell on Germany in all of WW2 (and killed two million Vietnamese civilians), and  -  after the White House had repeatedly bluffed the American public with predictions of victory   -   America lost. As LBJ’s Secretary of Defense Robert McNamara discovered, far too late, the domino theory was rubbish.  Even worse, it was the opposite of truth.  

    Vietnam was never in danger of becoming a Chinese province.  For  centuries, Vietnam and China had been enemies, often at war.  If China had tried to acquire its neighbour, the Vietnamese people would have fought them as hard and as long as they fought the Americans.  Their leaders were, above all, nationalist. They saw the Americans as occupiers.  McNamara admitted: “We were wrong.” 

    The Cold War had persuaded America to believe the Communist boast that they would conquer the world. It was just words, a bluff,  a dream, usually meant for home consumption.  When the history of the last century comes to be written,  the Vietnam war may well be seen as a Communist triumph, not because Vietnam won but because it led the U.S. to waste its blood and dollars and self-belief in a colossal blunder.  McNamara lists eleven major causes for the disaster. They should be essential reading for every world leader.  

   Hitler’s bluff was based on force, of which he had enough to frighten people. One of the great what-ifs of history revolves around the timing of his V1 and V2 assault on England in 1944.  What if he had launched it a year earlier? What if it had been twice the size?  Would it have forced the evacuation of London, perhaps postponed D-Day?  We shall never know.  But we know that the V1 attacks (the Doodlebugs) were meant to hit cities other than London.  Here is a German map that was captured during the Normandy invasion. 

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    It shows the firing lines planned by the Germans from launch sites across the north of France.  Those in Normandy  -  captured before they could fire  -   were aimed at Plymouth and Bristol, which was exactly where I went to school in 1944. Who knows? If Hitler had had his way, my home town would have suffered a second blitz.   

     A gloomy thought.  To end with I’ve found a couple of WW2 believe-it-or nots that I came across recently.  

   The Fairey Swordfish was a slow but tough biplane that the Fleet Air Arm inherited at the start of WW2. It cruised at 80 knots, so it was useful as a carrier plane, and also as a torpedo bomber.  A Swordfish attack sank a large part of the Italian fleet in Taranto harbour, reportedly because the Italian gunners overshot because they couldn’t believe that any warplane could fly so slowly 


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      Swordfish carried torpedoes or bombs, and towards the end of the war they were fitted with rocket projectiles.  One even sank a U-boat with them. The plane’s nickname was ‘Stringbag’, after the housewives’ shopping bag,  because so many armaments could be stowed aboard it. The Swordfish was the only biplane to fly on ops throughout the war. American flyers couldn’t take it seriously.  One asked: “Where did that come from?”  A British officer said, “Fairey’s.”  The American said: “That figures.”   

     Finally the humble barrage balloon, fleets of which flew above British cities like silvery whales.  They frightened German bombers into flying higher, where their bomb-aiming was less accurate.  There was a problem.  Strong winds might snap their cables which, dragged across country, could do damage.  Somebody had a bright idea.  When the wind was right, barrage balloons with long cables were released.  They drifted across Germany and caused all kinds of havoc.  One balloon tangled with a power station and knocked it out.  Not many people know that.

My thanks to all who wrote.      Derek Robinson                                                                        

Previous Readers Write

 

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Why 1914?
 

Why 1914? is "the best short introduction to the causes of the first world war I have come across.  Derek Robinson is as vivid and trustworthy a historian as he is a novelist.”
                                Nicholas Lezard - The Guardian

Here's a taste of what you get:

“The Black Hand recruited Gavrilo Princip and two others to murder the Archduke.  All three young men had incurable tuberculosis. They were ordered to kill themselves when the Archduke was dead. Phials of cyanide were handed out. What could possibly go wrong? In the event, everything.  Especially the cyanide.”

"To find war news in July 1914 you have to look at Ireland.  Home Rule had been passed.  Ulster, largely Protestant, detested the Catholic south.  Gun-running was on an industrial scale.  The government was trapped in an Irish bog.”

"In 1914, Kaiser William II, commanding the most powerful army in Europe, was not so much a loose cannon as a whole battery of loose cannons.”

"Admiral Tirpitz, Navy Minister, held the job for 19 years and followed one plan throughout his career:  more battleships, and then more battleships.  The Kaiser said that ‘with every new German battleship there was laid a fresh pledge for peace’.  Yet Tirpitz was using his battleships to frighten Britain into silence.”

"On 15 August 1914, Lieutenant Bernard Montgomery wrote in his diary: ‘At least the thing will be over in three weeks."

”If Germany seized the Channel ports, this would be hugely damaging to Britain’s strategic position. Britain went to war for Belgium’s sake, and for her own.”

"In 1914 the German army did not talk to the German navy.  For eight days in August an armada of ships transported the British army to France without disturbance.”

"The British infantry’s  name for its rapid rifle-fire was ‘mad minute’: a trained rifleman could fire fifteen rounds a minute.  This was often mistaken for machine-gun fire.”

"Confidence of success fuelled German troops’ drive for victory.  All Germany shared this confidence:  friends and family wrote letters to German soldiers with the address ‘in or near Paris’. (The postal service being neutral, sacks of this mail reached Paris.)”

"Winning the Battle of Ypres gave the Allies no strategic advantage but it became a heroic trophy simply  because Germany wanted it so badly.”

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Mentioned in Despatches

Nicholas Lezard in The Guardian chooses Why 1914 as one of his Paperbacks of the Year, writing: "The novelist Derek Robinson, 82 this year, just keeps going, and his prose is as sharp and sprightly as ever (there is something of Evelyn Waugh about its economy and grip)...   This year he has written and self-published the best introduction to the causes of the  first world war, Why 1914?, I have come across.  He is as vivid and trustworthy a historian as he is a novelist."

Robert Allison  puts A Good Clean Fight in his top 10 of desert warfare novels, saying, “Well above genre standards,  thanks to its energetic storytelling, its wealth of factual detail , and the author’s trademark gallows humour."                                                                                           Click to read the full article.

Reviewing A Splendid Little War, Nick Lezard writes: "Robinson has pulled off a remarkable coup. It's as bleakly intelligent as anything he has done but he has
also increased our historical understanding."
                                                                         
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Describing Derek Robinson's war novels, Antonia Senior said: "No one writes about war quite like Robinson, despite attempts to shroud him in echoes of other writers, such as Joseph Heller or Norman Mailer. He writes with a bleak savagery, in controlled, precise prose. There is humour – and it is dark and painful. There is love – and it is inadequate and messy. Most of all there is death. It comes from clear blue skies and grey clouds, from enemy fire and friendly mistakes. It
hovers, unseen, at  15,000 feet."
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 A Splendid Little War is now available in paperback. 


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It's 1919. The  Great War is over but a civil war is raging in Russia.  Bolshevik Reds are fighting White Russians, and a volunteer R.A.F. squadron, flying clapped-out Sopwith Camels and DH9 bombers, arrives to duff up the Reds.  But the 'splendid little war' they are promised turns out to be big and brutal, a world of armoured train, anarchist guerillas, unreliable allies and pitiless enemies.  There is comedy, but it is the bleakest kind. A Splendid Little War shows war as it is: grim, funny, moving - but never splendid.

Reviews of A Splendid Little War
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             American edition of GQ Magazine
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DR_Who He?   When someone at a party asks what I do, I say I write Ripping Yarns.  It's a quick answer but a very incomplete one. I'm best known for my novels about the Royal Flying Corps and the Royal Air Force in the two World Wars and some might say the books are highly readable adventure stories.  Nothing wrong with that, but there's more than combat in the high blue yonder   -   there's also memorable characters, there's unexpected twists and turns of warfare,  and there's aircrew humour.   Especially the humour.  I did my National Service in the Royal Air Force.  I was never airborne; I was in a Ground Control Interception Unit, deep underground in a concrete bunker.  But I learned a lot about the special humour of flying people,  and it emerges naturally and unavoidably in my novels. Humour is one of the essential colours in the spectrum of life. You don't make a story more serious by removing the humour; you just make it less true.

The longer I do this job, the luckier I know I am.  For a start, I'm English and the English language is global. That's pure luck of birth. I might have been born in Hungary.  There are good Hungarian writers,  but it's a lot easier for me to find readers throughout the English-speaking world.  And I was lucky to have literate parents.  When I grew up there were always books and magazines about the house, unlike some other kids' homes. There was a good public library at the end of the street.  And there was the 1944 Education Act which created State Scholarships for bright lads and helped me get into Cambridge.
 
That's where I learned to write boringly. I was writing to impress, not to inform. Twelve years in advertising agencies (London and New York) kicked the crap out of my style. Every word had to work hard. I wrote ad copy and commercials for everything from Esso petrol to The Wall Street Journal.  Always I knew I wanted to move on, to be a fulltime writer  -  but I had nothing to say.  Nothing worth reading, anyway. (I was a late developer.) I wrote two bad and unpublishable novels and finally got it right with a story called Goshawk Squadron. Might have won the Booker Prize if Saul Bellow, one of the judges, had had his way. Not important. "The most readable novel of the year," Nina Bawden said of Goshawk in the Daily Telegraph. "I laughed aloud several times, and was in the end reduced to tears." That's worth more than any prize. The first novel bought me enough time to write the second, and so it goes. Lucky me.
                

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MacLehose Press (an imprint of Quercus Books) has published all of my flying novels  -  four Royal Flying Corps books and four Royal Air Force books.  Here are the new covers: 
 
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Click here to go to the MacLeHose website. where you can click on their individual covers for  purchase options, including e-books.
 
This will be the first time that all my flying titles are in print from the same publisher:  something that gives me great satisfaction. Equally satisfying is the work of Tony Cowland, who has painted the cover illustrations for all the books. Each cover looks dramatically different, yet together they have a family likeness. They form a splendid collection, and they appeared at The Mall Galleries (near Admiralty Arch)  in the Aviation Paintings of the Year Exhibition by the Guild of Aviation Artists. The standard was high. My congratulations to Tony on a memorable achievement.
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MORE GOOD NEWS
All four of the Luis Cabrillo novels (following the career of  probably the best WW2 double agent and later con-man) are now available as eBooks from Amazon/Kindle. Here are the covers:

                              Artillery                  RedRag                 OpBam 
                            Click on a cover to go to the Amazon sales page.

The R.F.C. trilogy and the R.A.F. Quartet are also available as e-books.
                                                                                     


OPERATION BAMBOOZLE

 

        'Operation Bamboozle' is a fastmoving black comedy about what happens when a high-stakes con artist takes on the Mob in Los Angeles.  The result is a heady brew of disorganised crime, hot dollars, triple virgins and dead bodies in the begonias.   

         Luis Cabrillo is the con artist, Julie Conroy is his squeeze, and here's the opening sentence:   

      For a man who had been hauled out of Lake Michigan in 1949, headless, his legs and arms broken, and stabbed in the heart with a red ballpoint pen, Frankie Blanco was in pretty good shape in 1953.  

  
Click to see the News of the World Review

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  He's a heel, bless him. 

 Luis Cabrillo rides again in this "dashing tale of Nazis and Mafiosi", as The Observer called it. 
In fact, Nazis and Mafiosi play second fiddle to the real dynamo in this story.  It's 1953, and Senator Joe McCarthy's witchhunt for Reds under beds is scaring America witless.

Cue Luis Cabrillo, ex-double agent, now con artist supreme. Dollars flow, hotly pursued by bullets. Luis doesn't know it, but FBI, MI5, KGB and CIA have him firmly in their sights. Not to mention Stevie, the only three-times married virgin in New York City.  This is a rich, fast and very black comedy.



(To read the full Observer review, click here.) 



                                                         Copyright
MacLehose Press (an imprint of Quercus Books) owns the book rights to all my RFC and RAF novels.  Sam Goldwyn Jr  owns the screen rights to Goshawk Squadron. In 1988, LWT made a six-part television series of Piece of Cake and they own the rights to that production.  I own the screen rights to any remake of Piece of Cake.  I own the screen rights to all my other novels. Quercus Books owns the e-book rights to all my fiction backlist, available through Amazon/Kindle.  Derek Robinson

Contact       I welcome comments and views about my books, though as a working writer I can't guarantee to have sufficient time to answer everyone.  

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The RFC Quartet (WW1)
         pce cake          A Good Clean Fight          Damned Good Show_new           hullo russia          
                             The RAF Quartet (WW2)
                 
The Double Agent Quartet
                          why1914thmnl     Holy Smoke      
Other Novels/History
      
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Rugby Books

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Bristol Books

Availability of the books.   

All my fiction is available as e-books.  Maclehose Press publish (in print) all eight of my flying novels, available from any good book seller (who may have to order a copy). Or you  could try the websites listed below, often useful for tracking down both new and used books. 

 The two Bristle books, and A Darker Side of Bristol are published by Countryside Books .
Finally, I have a few copies of Pure Bristle, available at 2 each. 
Quercus Books  Amazon UK      Amazon USA      Fantastic Fiction   

Other websites you may find of interest:

   Wikipedia     IMDB     Jeremy Northam Blog   

Major books and original publication dates:

1971 Goshawk Squadron
1973 Rotten with Honour
1977 Kramer's War
1979 The Eldorado Network
1983 Piece of Cake
1987 War Story
1991 Artillery of Lies
1993 A Good Clean Fight

1999 Hornet's Sting
2002 Damned Good Show
2002 Kentucky Blues
2005 Invasion 1940
2005 Red Rag Blues
2008 Hullo Russia, Goodbye England
2009 Operation Bamboozle
2013 A Splendid Little War


2014  Why 1914?

2017  Holy $moke