The official publication date for “Portraits of Pretence” is nearly upon us, and in my idle moments I have started my advance promotional push. This is not nearly as grand or as organised as it sounds, as I am only one little person (moreover with a full-time job), but I do my best.
I have written before about my love of exploiting the “hooks” in a book – although, to be honest, this has not worked terribly well for earlier books, so I am really carrying on with it because I enjoy it rather than because it brings great rewards. This time round, some of the action in “Portraits of Pretence” takes place in the vaults beneath the Pennington Street warehouse – a building that still stands in Wapping in London. It is shortly to be turned into fancy apartments and artists’ studios, and so I have contacted the developers and a chap who took some lovely photos of the place to see if they would like to read the book. I am also trying – unsuccessfully as always – to contact the most elusive man in London: the general manager of the Courthouse Hotel, which now occupies the building that was once Sam’s place of work, the Great Marlborough Street magistrates’ court. I email and leave phone messages for this chap after every book comes out, and I have yet to speak to him – but maybe it will be four times a charm.