Rohort Went to France. Rohort's a fallen star. A successful crime writer. He attempts to solve a simple crime, he fails. It's obvious he knows nothing about criminals. Travel will become his theme, crime is abandoned. He goes to France in search of inspiration.
A snowstorm in Featherston is the last readable whodunnit by the novelist Rohort.
He pillories the police Two fans go to Featherston to unearth the truth. He's been swapped in love for a policeman. He's attempted to solve some simple crimes, he can't. He's been outwitted by a homeless man living in a drain. His confidence is shaken, his writing skills desert him. The night in the Cemetery is a tale of homelessness, there's too much liquor at a funeral, there's a wager, do ghosts exists? A night spent in the cemetery will confirm. Some homeless men are sheltering in the cemetery, the ghost spotteres meet them. Lottery Town. There's disenchantment with the behaviour of lottery winners. The evaporation of the winnings. There's widespread disillusionment. Lottery Town will be built, there the winners will live, their money will be managed .
The search for the Father. There's a group of Swingers. A daughter is born, she's an infant star, there's money in abundance. But who is the Father? There's envy. "What did he do to deserve it? He had to get someone else to do it with his wife. "Was one sour comment. Teront. Is a tale of obsessive behaviour, the location bed. There's a description of an erotic act in a public toilet. The narrator recognises the hand writing.it's Teront's. Teront's a lady killer, many is the number. Then there's tragedy, a road accident, a much loved uncle suffers loss. It's traumatic and has reach, Teront's affected, the count becomes one lady. Hombo was inspired by a visit to the memorial in Caen Normandy. It reminded of the Nazis theories of eugenics. In the new world order the possibility of unsatisfactory children is eliminated until Hombo messes it up. MS found sculling in the rubbish is an account of three unrelated deaths in a boarding house. No homicide, two were natural causes, one probably suicide,. There was a quirk in all three. Justice. Extravagant promises in an election have won power. Clayton, the central character sees a future dimmed by debt. He shoots the leader. At his trial flaws in the democratic process are exposed.
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About the Author
I was born in London UK in 1936. I was educated at Lancing college in Sussex I left school and worked in my family's business for 12 months, then I was called up into the armed forces for two years, national service. I immigrated to New Zealand a few years after being demobbed. I trained and worked as an accountant. The tobacco smoke in the offices did not agree with my health and sitting at a desk all day was not agreeable. I borrowed a lot of money and set up and ran a boarding house business. I catered for people from the city mission and the prisoners aid. It may not have been highly remunerative but I was happy doing it. I cycle, have a large kitchen garden, keep chickens and have fruit trees. I have cycle toured nationally and in Europe. I have walked in the hills, in New Zealand it's rugged in the back country, at times (often) very steep. It's fun. My writing efforts have been spasmodic. I failed school C English the first time and scraped through the next year. I had what I believed to write ideas a sense of humor and fluency but my writing skills were zilch, (negat).I had no confidence in my writing skills they had brought a number of bollockings, I couldn't read till I was nearly nine. Perseverance raised my game. Also my wife worried that I read nothing so we found something that I would want to read, the Economist magazine. I have had a subscription since 1969. I also read the occasional book, invariably non fiction. I have had no formal guidance with English since I left school. We have four adult children, three are graduates. They are not criminals or alcoholics thank someone or something. I have written about the hazards of having children. The possibilities of what can happen. It has been described as brave writing but well researched. Trudging through the science section of the economist has done that. I have a dog and walk every day. I don't drink liquor, smoke or even drink tea or coffee, just boiled flavorless water. I have very good health. I think that's enough for now