Blog Tour/Guest Post: The Concubine’s Child by Carol Jones

I’m delighted to be hosting today’s stop on the blog tour for The Concubine’s Child by Carol Jones.  Described as perfect for fans of Amy Tan, Dinah Jefferies, Julia Gregson or Kate Morton, The Concubine’s Child is an evocative, multi-generational tale of a family haunted by the death of a young concubine in 1930s Malaysia.

And if that description doesn’t already have you with your finger hovering over the ‘Buy’ button, I have a fantastic guest post from Carol about how her first trip to Malaysia provided the inspiration for the setting of her novel. Oh, and her experiences with naughty macaques.

Do check out the tour schedule at the bottom of this post to see the other great book bloggers taking part in the tour.  Visit them for reviews, interviews and book extracts.

Follow my blog with Bloglovin


The Concubine's ChildAbout the Book

In 1930s Malaya a sixteen-year-old girl, dreaming of marriage to her sweetheart, is sold as a concubine to a rich old man desperate for an heir. Trapped, and bullied by his spiteful wife, Yu Lan plans to escape with her baby son, despite knowing that they will pursue her to the ends of the earth.

Four generations later, her great-grandson, Nick, will return to Malaysia, looking for the truth behind the facade of a house cursed by the unhappy past. Nothing can prepare him for what he will find.

This exquisitely rich novel brings to life a vanished world – a world of abandoned ghost houses, inquisitive monkeys, smoky temples and a panoply of gods and demons. A world where a poor girl can be sold to fulfil a rich man’s dream. But though he can buy her body, he can never capture her soul, nor quench her spirit.

Format: ebook, hardcover (384 pp.)                                  Publisher: Head of Zeus
Published: 1st April 2018 (ebook), 1st June (hardcover) Genre: Historical Fiction

Pre-order/Purchase Links*
Amazon.co.uk ǀ  Amazon.com  ǀ Kobo | Google Play | iBooks | Hive.co.uk (supporting UK bookshops)
*links provided for convenience, not as part of any affiliate programme

Find The Concubine’s Child on Goodreads


Guest Post: ‘Gods, Ghosts and Monkeys in Old Kuala Lumpur’ by Carol Jones

I first visited Malaysia, the setting for The Concubine’s Child, on my honeymoon in 1991. It was my first trip to Asia, and the first time I stepped inside a Chinese temple, or witnessed people making offerings to the gods. Hailing from Queensland originally, the tropical weather was nothing new to me but I was accustomed to backyard wildlife such as possums, lorikeets or the occasional duck in the swimming pool, not monkeys sitting on walls watching me hang out the washing.

Everything about that first visit to Kuala Lumpur was strange and exotic but having returned every year since to stay with my husband’s family, the exotic has become familiar. So much so that I have wanted to write a novel set there for some time, saving up impressions and experiences, collecting memoirs and historical references. But it was a chance remark that my mother-in-law didn’t attend school in the 1930s, instead learning to read and write (Chinese) at her local clan house, which gave me my beginning. The first chapter of The Concubine’s Child introduces Yu Lan, a sixteen year old girl whose father doesn’t think it worthwhile sending her to school but finally allows her to attend lessons at the Chan Clan house.

The Chan See Shue Yuen is a real place, the stunning hall and lineage temple of the Chan clan society in Kuala Lumpur. It has typical Chinese temple architecture and shines with brilliant turquoise tiles. It and many other temples and shop houses in the old Chinatown area were built in the mid- to late-nineteenth century.  It is an area I love to return to for all its colour and history, and it is where the first few chapters of my novel are set.

It was a visit to another temple, this time in China, which inspired the antagonist in the novel. Madam Chan is the childless wife of the wealthy tin miner who buys Yu Lan from her apothecary father. She has a tricky relationship with the gods. She argues and blames them for her troubles, and she is based upon an elderly woman I witnessed tossing moon blocks at a temple in Quanzhou. Moon blocks are a divining tool and this woman wasn’t at all happy with the answers she was receiving. Hence she was complaining and arguing with the gods, who she expected to be far more obliging after all the offerings she had made.

On my earlier trips to Kuala Lumpur I noticed a nearby house had been empty and abandoned for years. It was a perfectly good house but was going to rack and ruin in the tropical climate. When I asked my sisters-in-law why it was empty, they replied nonchalantly that it was a ghost house. As if that were self-evident. I soon discovered that ghost houses are quite common in Malaysia, where people of many faiths believe in ghosts. In fact, when I began researching the phenomenon on the Internet I discovered dozens of websites devoted to the topic, and hundreds of photos of abandoned buildings and reputed ghost houses.

To this day it’s not unusual to read newspaper articles about schoolgirls becoming hysterical after seeing ghosts, or pawangs (traditional Malay healers and shamans) being called in to help bring rain, or find something that has been lost. The pawangs were called in to help locate missing flight MH370. They were far less expensive than the costly undersea exploration carried out by Australia. Of course, neither found very much. Nevertheless, in the 1930s, when much of my novel is set, pawangs reputedly helped miners locate tin, fishermen catch more fish, and they blessed just about anything.

MacaqueMonkeys feature several times in The Concubine’s Child, inspired in part by my encounters with macaques. The macaques near my in-law’s house live in a narrow strip of remnant jungle and roam backyards and local parks searching for food. They live in family groups, usually with at least one large male and several babies. Years ago, I was bailed up by a very large monkey while hanging out washing. He was hissing and snarling at me and his teeth didn’t look at all pleasant. My elderly father-in-law saved me by running out shouting and throwing slippers at it. On another occasion, I came downstairs to find a young macaque sitting on the family altar, snacking on the offerings to the gods. It had snuck in between the window bars.

Twenty-five years of impressions and experiences have gone into the writing of The Concubine’s Child, coupled with thousands of pages of research into the history and culture of the Chinese people in Malaysia, and not a little reminiscing from family.
© Carol Jones


Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbHAbout the Author

Born in Brisbane, Australia, Carol Jones taught English and Drama at secondary schools before working as an editor of children’s magazines.

She is the author of several young adult novels as well as children’s non-fiction.

Connect with Carol

Website ǀ  Goodreads

The Concubine's Child blog tour banner

 

 

Blog Tour/Guest Post: The Lost Children by Theresa Talbot

‘Ideal for fans of Broadchurch’…how enticing is that? I’m delighted to be hosting today’s stop on the blog tour for The Lost Children by Theresa Talbot.  The book is the first in a new thriller series featuring investigative journalist, Oonagh O’Neil.  I have a wonderful guest post by Theresa for you all about her journey to becoming someone who can call themselves a ‘writer’.

Do check out the tour schedule at the bottom of this post to see the other great book bloggers taking part in the tour.  Visit them for reviews, interviews and book extracts.

Follow my blog with Bloglovin


The Lost ChildrenAbout the Book

TV journalist and media darling, Oonagh O’Neil, can sense a sinister cover-up from the moment an elderly priest dies on the altar of his Glasgow church. His death comes as she is about to expose the shocking truth behind the closure of a Magdalene Institution. The Church has already tried to suppress the story. Is someone also covering their tracks?

DI Alec Davies is appointed to investigate the priest’s death. He and Oonagh go way back. Oonagh now faces the biggest decision of her life. But will it be hers to make? What secrets lie behind the derelict Institution’s doors? What sparked the infamous three-day riot that closed it? And what happened to the three Maggies who vowed to stay friends forever?

From Ireland to Scotland.  From life to death.

(The book was previously published under the title Penance.)

Format: ebook, paperback (466 pp.)    Publisher: Aria Fiction
Published: 1st April 2018                 Genre: Crime, Mystery

Purchase Links*
Amazon.co.uk ǀ  Amazon.com  ǀ Kobo ǀ Google Play ǀ iBooks
*links provided for convenience, not as part of any affiliate programme

Find The Lost Children on Goodreads


Guest Post: ‘Hi, I’m Theresa Talbot – and I’m a writer’ by Theresa Talbot

I feel as though I should be standing up at a support group to utter that phrase as it’s taken me so long to say it out loud.

My day job is ‘broadcast journalist’. It sounds slightly grander than it is; basically it’s talking out loud on the wireless. I present the traffic & travel on BBC Radio Scotland and sometimes read the news. Several years ago, I also presented the weekly gardening programme but that was taken off-air and replaced with a programme about men hitting balls with sticks, or men kicking balls, or men swerving out of the way of balls…I can’t really remember which, but there were a lot of men and a lot of balls.

My writing journey has been as long and meandering as the road to Ballacheulish. It would be lovely to say I always had a burning ambition to write, that it’s part of my DNA and as a child I would sit for hours on my own scribbling furiously then pass my stories on to the other kids on the street in exchange for popularity. But in truth I was a listener rather than a teller. For me there was nothing more delicious than being told a story from a grown-up. One of those fabulously illicit tales of gore, ghost and ghouls that seemingly had no part in childhood. Scratch the surface of any fairy tale and there lies the most appalling horror of savage wolves, lost children in the woods and wicked witches on a killing frenzy armed with no more than a basket of poisoned apples.

I can’t remember when I decided I would like to become a writer, certainly not as a child, as to me being ‘a writer’ was something only posh people did. I never even considered it could be a job, and certainly not my job. I remember my sister having one of those portable typewriters – Petite I think was the brand name – it had its own blue carrying case and I was in awe as she battered out ‘the quick brown dog jumps over the lazy fox’ time and time again with lightening speed.

I fell into journalism after a range of jobs as diverse as Library Assistant, Pepsi Challenge Girl and Medical Rep, but somewhere along the line a seed must have been sown that compelled me to write. I went to a few writers’ groups, toyed with short stories, but they were never my thing and I never took myself seriously as a writer, which was fine as neither did anyone else.

Looking back I’ve actually written every day of my professional life for the past twenty two years as a radio journalist – and because I write for the spoken word, this helps enormously when it comes to writing dialogue. I was a freelance comedy writer too. I was listening to a show on BBC Radio Scotland and noticed that there was what seemed like a ton of writers at the end credits. I phoned up the production company that made the weekly programme and asked them where they got their material from. Basically writers just submitted jokes and that was that.  Seemed simple enough, then the following week I was in the hairdressers and a chap sat next to me was chatting away and told me he was a comedy writer for the very same programme. I sent him a joke and he told me to ‘try it, nothing to lose’. So I did and they used it. I did the same the following week, they used that joke too. Armed with my two jokes I went to a BBC producer and nagged her into reading a few other things, and before I knew it I had a weekly slot on another sketch show. I have to say writing a two minute sketch was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It took me almost the whole week to get it right. Like short stories, short sketches just weren’t my thing. But, I’d started on road to becoming a writer and by this time had the bit between my teeth.

When I decided to actually write a book I confess I didn’t have a clue. The main thing that prompted me to get started was that I had a P.C. No longer would I succumb to the noxious fumes of tipex – as typing was not, and still isn’t, my strong point. I had no plan, no structure, just an idea which I started writing. I was inspired by two things – an early ghost story my Dad had told of a priest dying on the altar, and Glasgow’s Magdalene Institution which closed down after a three day riot in 1958.

That story eventually became The Lost Children and I’m thrilled to bits that Team Aria love it as much as I do. So with a book under my belt, can I now call myself a writer? Probably, but it’ll be years before I’m brave enough to utter the phrase…’I’m Theresa Talbot, and I’m an Author’.                                                                          © Theresa Talbot


Theresa TalbotAbout the Author

Theresa  Talbot  is  a  BBC  broadcaster  and  freelance  producer.  A  former  radio  news  editor,  she  also  hosted  The  Beechgrove  Potting  Shed  on  BBC  Radio  Scotland,  but  for many  she  will  be  most  familiar  as  the  voice  of  the  station’s  Traffic  &  Travel.  Late 2014  saw  the  publication  of  her  first  book,  This  Is  What  I  Look  Like,  a  humorous  memoir  covering  everything  from  working  with  Andy  Williams  to  rescuing  chickens  and  discovering  nuns  hidden  in  gardens.  She’s  much  in  demand  at  book  festivals,  both  as  an  author  and  as  a  chairperson.

Connect with Theresa

Website  ǀ  Facebook ǀ  Twitter ǀ  GoodreadsThe Lost Children blog tour banner