Presenting an author’s debut novel is one of the great privileges of blogging, and I was honoured when Gail Aldwin sent me a postcard about The String Games. This debut novel is to be published later this month by Victorina Press. Gail’s poetic style of writing is charged with emotion and appeals to me. I look forward to reading her debut novel to discover how she has painted the complex emotions involved in the challenging narrative.
Without further ado, I will hand over to my lovely guest, Dr Gail Aldwin.
I have long been a fan of Jessie’s writing (You Can’t Go It Alone is a super novel with memorable characters) and Jessie’s blog (always love being introduced to new writers) so I am delighted to be offered a post to celebrate the launch of my debut novel The String Games which will be published by Victorina Press later in May 2019.
About The String Games
When four-year-old Josh is abducted and murdered during a family holiday in France, Nim, aged ten, becomes an only child. To cope with the tragedy, Nim reinvents herself but continues to carry a burden of unresolved grief. As an adult she returns to France determined to find out more about the circumstances of Josh’s death. How will she deal with this new information and what are the implications for her future?
I love the variety of posts on Jessie’s blog and thought I’d take the opportunity to share an extract from the novel that brings food and unforeseen consequences together. Nim narrates the story of the holiday she shares with her brother and her mother, Jenny. Joining them at the caravan is Jenny’s lover Dee and her six-year-old daughter, Ella. In charge of the little kids, Nim takes them to the campsite shop to buy ice-creams:
When it was their turn to be served, Josh bashed his finger at the glass cabinet, pointing to the vanilla. It might be easy to read words in French but it wasn’t so easy to talk. Nim nodded at the lady and stuck three fingers in the air. It was easiest to order the same flavour but that didn’t stop Ella from moaning. She was lucky to have an ice cream at all, seeing as Dad’s money was meant for Nim and Josh. When the first cone was topped with a white wig, Nim passed it to Josh and the next went to Ella. When the last one arrived, Nim gave the lady the money.
‘Non, non, non!’ The assistant shook her head and wagged a finger.
Nim stood there. The little children licked their cones while ice cream ran onto Nim’s hand. What was the matter?
‘Zis English.’ The assistant spat the words.
‘Yes.’
‘Non, non, non!’
‘Is something wrong?’ It was a relief to hear an English voice. The man had a tanned forehead and lines showed on his cheeks when he smiled.
‘I don’t know,’ said Nim. ‘My dad gave me the money as a going away present.’
‘He should’ve given you francs. Never mind. Let me get these.’ He passed the assistant a brown note and returned the five pounds to Nim. ‘Save that for a treat when your holiday’s over – you can spend it back in the UK.’
‘I’m not sure.’
‘It’s not a problem. Let me do you a favour. Your dad would do the same in this situation, I’m sure.’
‘Hmm.’ Nim didn’t know what to say. She’d been told not to talk to strangers, but it was too late. Josh crunched the last of his cone.
‘What’s your name?’ asked Josh.
‘Shush,’ said Nim. Josh had been warned as well, but the man didn’t look like a stranger. He wore a shiny top, and Nim hoped Josh wasn’t going to say anything about football shirts.
‘I’m Geoff,’ he said.
‘What’s your job?’ said Josh. ‘And where did you get that shirt?’
‘Too many questions,’ said Nim.
‘Don’t worry. I know what boys are like. I’ve got nephews. They’re toddlers at the moment but I bet they’ll be the same as Josh one day.’
‘When I was little, I wanted to be a tractor,’ said Josh. ‘But now I want to be a policeman.’
‘Interesting career choice,’ said Geoff.
‘We live at Sank-on-Seas,’ said Josh.
‘Sank-on-Seas?’ Geoff repeated.
‘He means fifty-six in English,’ Nim corrected, but realising she’d probably said too much, she elbowed Josh. ‘We need to go.’
‘Goodbye.’ Josh scampered to the steps, where he turned.
‘You can come to my place any time you want ice cream. My freezer is full of it,’ said Geoff. ‘Just look for the caravan with the yellow door along the road from here.’
‘Okay.’ Josh skipped down the steps.
When Josh goes missing later in the novel, suspicions about Geoff are raised and Nim shoulders feelings of responsibility for bringing the two of them together.
Praise for The String Games
The String Games takes hold of the reader and the juncture of the head and the heart and simply does not let go. With courage and tenderness, and an unblinking eye, Gail Aldwin explores the ways in which the loss of a child explodes a family. Treat yourself and read this one.
JACQUELYN MITCHARD, bestselling author of THE DEEP END OF THE OCEAN
About Gail Aldwin
Gail Aldwin’s published work includes Adversaries/Comrades, a poetry pamphlet (Wordsmith_HQ, 2019) and a collection of short fiction Paisley Shirt (Chapeltown Books, 2018) which was longlisted in the Saboteur Awards 2018. Gail co-writes short plays and comedy sketches that have been staged in Bridport, Brighton and Salisbury. She also performs her work at fringe festivals in the South-West. The String Games is her debut novel.
Twitter: @gailaldwin
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/gailaldwinwriter/
Blog: The Writer is a Lonely Hunter
Gail’s anthology of flash fiction entitled Paisley Shirt captivated and moved me. In the future, I will blog the flash fiction Gail’s work anthology inspired me to write. I am excited to discover how Gail will stretch my imagination with The String Games.
Please see all my guests’ posts at Mail from the Creative Community and my website and blog at JessieCahalin.com.
A copy of my novel can be found here.
Looks like an interesting #read—best wishes to Gail on its release!
That excerpt has intrigued me. Another one for the pile. I like the sound of poetic writing. My kind of read. Thanks for another introduction,Jessie!
Thanks for having me here, Jessie.
Always a pleasure, Gail. Best of luck with the novel.