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When you think of East Anglia, there are the huge skies, | 0:00:12 | 0:00:16 | |
the wind sweeping through these flat landscapes | 0:00:16 | 0:00:18 | |
and also the constant battle | 0:00:18 | 0:00:20 | |
as the sometimes menacing sea tries to reclaim the land. | 0:00:20 | 0:00:25 | |
This part of the country can seem remote and mysterious. | 0:00:34 | 0:00:38 | |
There are isolated communities, sometimes with dark secrets. | 0:00:38 | 0:00:42 | |
Many of our top crime writers have chosen it | 0:00:46 | 0:00:49 | |
as the backdrop for their stories. | 0:00:49 | 0:00:51 | |
Authors like PD James, Ruth Rendell and Dorothy L Sayers | 0:00:51 | 0:00:55 | |
have set some of their most popular work here. | 0:00:55 | 0:00:57 | |
I'll be trying to discover why this beautiful, | 0:01:00 | 0:01:03 | |
but sometimes bleak landscape, | 0:01:03 | 0:01:05 | |
has come to inspire quite so many of our crime writers | 0:01:05 | 0:01:09 | |
and how in turn their books have helped shaped | 0:01:09 | 0:01:12 | |
our image of this place. | 0:01:12 | 0:01:14 | |
That's not a real crime scene, by the way, | 0:01:22 | 0:01:25 | |
just a bit of dramatic licence. | 0:01:25 | 0:01:27 | |
For an area which in real life has a very low crime rate, | 0:01:27 | 0:01:31 | |
an extraordinary number of fictional corpses | 0:01:31 | 0:01:34 | |
have washed up on these shores. | 0:01:34 | 0:01:36 | |
Our journey spans more than 80 years | 0:01:37 | 0:01:40 | |
and starts in the flat fenlands of the 1930s. | 0:01:40 | 0:01:43 | |
Crime writer Dorothy L Sayers grew up | 0:01:45 | 0:01:48 | |
in the tiny Fenland village of Bluntisham-cum-Earith. | 0:01:48 | 0:01:52 | |
It was the remote communities and landscape around her | 0:01:52 | 0:01:55 | |
which inspired some of her classic 1930s mysteries, | 0:01:55 | 0:01:58 | |
including probably her best known, | 0:01:58 | 0:02:00 | |
The Nine Tailors. | 0:02:00 | 0:02:03 | |
I've always had a bit of crush | 0:02:12 | 0:02:14 | |
on Dorothy L Sayers' suave, aristocratic detective, | 0:02:14 | 0:02:17 | |
Lord Peter Wimsey. | 0:02:17 | 0:02:19 | |
In The Nine Tailors, after a car accident in a ditch, | 0:02:19 | 0:02:23 | |
he finds himself in a remote fenland village. | 0:02:23 | 0:02:26 | |
This is a story of an unsolved crime | 0:02:26 | 0:02:29 | |
and its violent unravelling, two decades later. | 0:02:29 | 0:02:33 | |
"Mile after mile, the flat road reeled away behind them. | 0:02:35 | 0:02:39 | |
"Here a windmill, there a solitary farmhouse, | 0:02:39 | 0:02:42 | |
"there a row of poplars strung along the edge of a reed-grown dyke | 0:02:42 | 0:02:46 | |
"and as they went, the land flattened more and more, | 0:02:46 | 0:02:50 | |
"if a flatter flatness were possible." | 0:02:50 | 0:02:53 | |
CHURCH BELLS RING | 0:02:58 | 0:02:59 | |
This church in Terrington St Clement was the inspiration | 0:02:59 | 0:03:03 | |
for the fictional one Sayers used in The Nine Tailors. | 0:03:03 | 0:03:06 | |
The mystery involves the theft of a valuable emerald necklace. | 0:03:06 | 0:03:10 | |
A central part of the plot involves bell-ringing. | 0:03:10 | 0:03:13 | |
A secret message and clue to the identity of the murderer | 0:03:13 | 0:03:17 | |
is hidden among the bells. | 0:03:17 | 0:03:19 | |
Nearly 60 years after Sayers' death, | 0:03:28 | 0:03:30 | |
the author has a very active appreciation society. | 0:03:30 | 0:03:34 | |
They regularly meet and visit locations featured in her books. | 0:03:34 | 0:03:38 | |
Why do you think The Nine Tailors has remained so popular? | 0:03:44 | 0:03:48 | |
I think it's a very well-written book. | 0:03:48 | 0:03:51 | |
I know that sounds obvious, but I think it's very well written. | 0:03:51 | 0:03:55 | |
I think it evokes this landscape | 0:03:55 | 0:03:59 | |
that we are in part of at the moment, brilliantly. | 0:03:59 | 0:04:02 | |
And that anybody reading it would, I think, really enjoy it. | 0:04:02 | 0:04:08 | |
It's a fascinating story as well. | 0:04:08 | 0:04:10 | |
It's a bit different from many just ordinary murder stories. | 0:04:10 | 0:04:14 | |
What is it, do you think, about this landscape | 0:04:14 | 0:04:17 | |
that made Dorothy L Sayers think | 0:04:17 | 0:04:19 | |
it would be a great place to set a murder mystery? | 0:04:19 | 0:04:22 | |
I think that there is a sense of landscape, | 0:04:22 | 0:04:24 | |
sometimes about desolation, | 0:04:24 | 0:04:26 | |
of alienation, of sadness | 0:04:26 | 0:04:30 | |
that maybe inspired her. | 0:04:30 | 0:04:32 | |
I don't know. That's what I think anyway. | 0:04:32 | 0:04:35 | |
And we get a very good idea of the Fens from the beginning of the book. | 0:04:35 | 0:04:40 | |
Yes, and hearing about the drive through the countryside | 0:04:40 | 0:04:44 | |
and taking things a little too quickly for safety. | 0:04:44 | 0:04:48 | |
It's all those kinds of things, | 0:04:48 | 0:04:50 | |
that you feel she really knew the roads, | 0:04:50 | 0:04:52 | |
she knew where they were going, | 0:04:52 | 0:04:54 | |
she had an idea of the sorts of things that can happen | 0:04:54 | 0:04:57 | |
and yet somehow she keeps you on the edge of your seat, | 0:04:57 | 0:05:00 | |
wanting to know what's going to happen next. | 0:05:00 | 0:05:03 | |
I really love the way that Dorothy L Sayers just immersed herself | 0:05:07 | 0:05:11 | |
in this landscape and she writes in painstaking detail | 0:05:11 | 0:05:14 | |
about how the fens themselves were created. | 0:05:14 | 0:05:17 | |
Centuries ago, this land was drained, | 0:05:17 | 0:05:20 | |
which means that some of it is still below sea level, | 0:05:20 | 0:05:23 | |
as you can see right down there, and in fact, | 0:05:23 | 0:05:26 | |
if there weren't miles and miles of flood banks and drainage pumps, | 0:05:26 | 0:05:31 | |
an awful lot of what you see around me would be under water. | 0:05:31 | 0:05:35 | |
The dramatic climax of The Nine Tailors features a massive flood | 0:05:35 | 0:05:40 | |
as the drainage system is overpowered by a storm. | 0:05:40 | 0:05:44 | |
Just a few years after Sayers wrote the book, | 0:05:52 | 0:05:55 | |
life would tragically mimic art. | 0:05:55 | 0:05:57 | |
In 1953, a huge tidal surge | 0:05:57 | 0:06:00 | |
left much of this part of the country under water | 0:06:00 | 0:06:03 | |
and more than 100 people died. | 0:06:03 | 0:06:06 | |
"Another thunderous crash brought down the weir across the 30-foot | 0:06:08 | 0:06:12 | |
"in a deluge of tossing timbers. | 0:06:12 | 0:06:15 | |
"Beams and barges were whirled together like straws | 0:06:15 | 0:06:18 | |
"and a great spout of water raged over the bank | 0:06:18 | 0:06:21 | |
"and flung itself across the road." | 0:06:21 | 0:06:24 | |
The fenland that Sayers portrays so accurately is still recognisable. | 0:06:29 | 0:06:34 | |
Today, it's the responsibility of the Environment Agency | 0:06:34 | 0:06:38 | |
to manage this man-made landscape. | 0:06:38 | 0:06:41 | |
The birds and the wild flowers here are just fantastic. | 0:06:44 | 0:06:47 | |
And it's so strange to think | 0:06:47 | 0:06:49 | |
that this landscape was all created by mankind. | 0:06:49 | 0:06:52 | |
500 years ago, what would this place have looked like? | 0:06:56 | 0:07:00 | |
The area we're in now would have been under water continuously. | 0:07:00 | 0:07:05 | |
We wouldn't have the banks and the wildlife we see here today. | 0:07:05 | 0:07:08 | |
So it would be part of the sea? | 0:07:08 | 0:07:10 | |
Yes, the sea would have come in quite a distance inland, | 0:07:10 | 0:07:14 | |
probably past here and also we would have been inundated | 0:07:14 | 0:07:18 | |
every time it rained as well, | 0:07:18 | 0:07:20 | |
so it would have been sitting in a basin continuously. | 0:07:20 | 0:07:23 | |
The constant threat of flooding adds tension throughout the book. | 0:07:25 | 0:07:30 | |
Sayers give the landscape of the Fens its own personality. | 0:07:30 | 0:07:34 | |
"In its own limited, austere and almost grudging fashion, | 0:07:36 | 0:07:41 | |
"the fen acknowledged the return of the sun. | 0:07:41 | 0:07:44 | |
"The floods withdrew from the pasture, | 0:07:44 | 0:07:47 | |
"the wheat lifted its pale green spears | 0:07:47 | 0:07:50 | |
"more sturdily from the black soil." | 0:07:50 | 0:07:53 | |
The most successful crime novelists recognise | 0:07:54 | 0:07:57 | |
that landscape and location are key in any successful book, | 0:07:57 | 0:08:01 | |
perhaps more so in crime fiction than any other genre. | 0:08:01 | 0:08:05 | |
This is the University of East Anglia, | 0:08:07 | 0:08:10 | |
home to the world-renowned creative-writing department, | 0:08:10 | 0:08:13 | |
where the crime authors of tomorrow are learning their craft. | 0:08:13 | 0:08:18 | |
Had, for instance, Dorothy L Sayers | 0:08:18 | 0:08:21 | |
not have been born in the Fens, | 0:08:21 | 0:08:24 | |
had her father not been a rural rector, | 0:08:24 | 0:08:27 | |
had, say, she been born in London or Edinburgh, | 0:08:27 | 0:08:30 | |
what might have happened? | 0:08:30 | 0:08:32 | |
I would suspect she would have still written those sorts of crime novels, | 0:08:32 | 0:08:37 | |
but with completely different settings. | 0:08:37 | 0:08:40 | |
I think, in crime, it's because the setting is intrinsically linked, | 0:08:40 | 0:08:43 | |
because it determines what the crime is | 0:08:43 | 0:08:45 | |
and also, who's going to investigate it, | 0:08:45 | 0:08:47 | |
whether there is a detective | 0:08:47 | 0:08:49 | |
or whether it's a kind of murder | 0:08:49 | 0:08:52 | |
or just a petty theft, you know, kind of family drama. | 0:08:52 | 0:08:55 | |
So it doesn't matter how civilised, how ordered the place is, | 0:08:55 | 0:08:59 | |
I mean, a crime will change the setting in itself. | 0:08:59 | 0:09:03 | |
Of all literary genres, | 0:09:03 | 0:09:05 | |
setting, landscape, environment | 0:09:05 | 0:09:09 | |
are the most important within the crime genre. | 0:09:09 | 0:09:13 | |
Why? Because they determine the mood, the tone of a novel. | 0:09:13 | 0:09:18 | |
Many writers, many critics, think of setting, landscape, | 0:09:18 | 0:09:22 | |
environment in relation to the genre as being another character. | 0:09:22 | 0:09:27 | |
It is as important as that. | 0:09:27 | 0:09:29 | |
Indeed, in many ways it is more important than the character, | 0:09:29 | 0:09:32 | |
it is the most determining, controlling factor within the genre. | 0:09:32 | 0:09:37 | |
Henry Sutton not only teaches creative writing, | 0:09:38 | 0:09:41 | |
he's also a successful crime writer himself. | 0:09:41 | 0:09:45 | |
And, like Dorothy L Sayers, | 0:09:45 | 0:09:47 | |
he chooses to set his stories in the place where he grew up. | 0:09:47 | 0:09:51 | |
"Murder comes in all shapes and sizes. | 0:09:53 | 0:09:57 | |
"Over the years, I've incorporated | 0:09:57 | 0:09:59 | |
"many other areas of criminal behaviour, too. | 0:09:59 | 0:10:02 | |
"Racketeering, blackmail, extortion, | 0:10:02 | 0:10:04 | |
"fraud, arson, theft, kidnapping and so on, | 0:10:04 | 0:10:07 | |
"but there always has to be a murder or a suspicious death." | 0:10:07 | 0:10:13 | |
My Criminal World is set | 0:10:16 | 0:10:18 | |
in the fictional seaside town of Kingsmouth. | 0:10:18 | 0:10:21 | |
In reality, it's based on | 0:10:21 | 0:10:22 | |
the Norfolk holiday resort of Great Yarmouth. | 0:10:22 | 0:10:25 | |
It's about an author who's busy writing a crime story | 0:10:28 | 0:10:32 | |
while his own life is in crisis. | 0:10:32 | 0:10:34 | |
It's a book within a book | 0:10:34 | 0:10:36 | |
and of course, there's a nasty murder or two. | 0:10:36 | 0:10:39 | |
When you're walking around places, | 0:10:40 | 0:10:43 | |
do you find you get ideas for books? | 0:10:43 | 0:10:45 | |
Most definitely, but what I suppose really, er... | 0:10:46 | 0:10:51 | |
spurs an idea is something visual rather than actually... | 0:10:51 | 0:10:55 | |
You know, if I'm sort of static, looking out at something. | 0:10:55 | 0:10:58 | |
So the spot we're in now, for instance, | 0:10:58 | 0:11:01 | |
I came upon it from my car which I'd parked over there, | 0:11:01 | 0:11:04 | |
and I looked out towards the dunes and then the sea | 0:11:04 | 0:11:08 | |
and then obviously the wind farm | 0:11:08 | 0:11:10 | |
and one way or another, my mind, you know, I was thinking, | 0:11:10 | 0:11:13 | |
this is possibly the prettiest bit, | 0:11:13 | 0:11:16 | |
the most wild, untamed part of Great Yarmouth, these lovely dunes here. | 0:11:16 | 0:11:21 | |
There's lovely wild flowers everywhere, actually. | 0:11:21 | 0:11:23 | |
Thick marram grass. And I thought, what can I do with it? | 0:11:23 | 0:11:26 | |
This is an area that's been designated | 0:11:26 | 0:11:29 | |
of outstanding natural beauty, | 0:11:29 | 0:11:31 | |
so, to me, I thought the most dramatic thing I can do about it | 0:11:31 | 0:11:35 | |
is put in, right in the centre here, | 0:11:35 | 0:11:37 | |
perhaps over there, a badly mutilated, naked corpse. | 0:11:37 | 0:11:42 | |
SHE LAUGHS | 0:11:42 | 0:11:44 | |
You see, that's not what I would do | 0:11:44 | 0:11:46 | |
when I come to an area of natural beauty! | 0:11:46 | 0:11:48 | |
-No. -But that's the crime writer's mind, isn't it? -Well... | 0:11:48 | 0:11:51 | |
It's about being dramatic, I think, and it's also about using extremes. | 0:11:51 | 0:11:56 | |
-So you have the contrast. -You have the contrast, and somewhere like | 0:11:56 | 0:11:59 | |
Great Yarmouth, I think, is a place that's absolutely full of extremes. | 0:11:59 | 0:12:03 | |
And you look at this place and you think, why isn't it | 0:12:03 | 0:12:06 | |
one of the most extraordinary resorts in the east coast? | 0:12:06 | 0:12:10 | |
Why is it so deprived? | 0:12:10 | 0:12:12 | |
Which actually, it is. | 0:12:12 | 0:12:13 | |
And then you move a bit closer into town | 0:12:13 | 0:12:16 | |
and you get to see more and more deprivation. | 0:12:16 | 0:12:19 | |
You know, why has that happened? | 0:12:19 | 0:12:21 | |
And for me, as a writer, | 0:12:21 | 0:12:23 | |
I find it absolutely fascinating, this contrast, | 0:12:23 | 0:12:26 | |
and in a way that's what I have always been actually taken with. | 0:12:26 | 0:12:30 | |
"A minute or so on and Jones had cleared the dunes | 0:12:32 | 0:12:35 | |
"and was out on the pebbly beach, | 0:12:35 | 0:12:37 | |
"having reached the high-tide mark, a thick line of drying seaweed | 0:12:37 | 0:12:41 | |
"and stonewashed plastic rubbish. | 0:12:41 | 0:12:43 | |
"There was a faint smell of rotting fish and tar." | 0:12:43 | 0:12:47 | |
Why is it you think that East Anglia has become | 0:12:53 | 0:12:56 | |
a kind of mecca for crime writers? | 0:12:56 | 0:12:58 | |
Just look at the sky, look at the sea, | 0:12:58 | 0:13:00 | |
um...it's almost hard to see where they meet, isn't it? | 0:13:00 | 0:13:04 | |
It's pretty oppressive, or can be. | 0:13:04 | 0:13:08 | |
It's lonely, it's isolating, | 0:13:10 | 0:13:14 | |
it's also thought-provoking. | 0:13:14 | 0:13:17 | |
It's simply dramatic, I think, as a setting. | 0:13:17 | 0:13:21 | |
And I suppose, in a way, it's slightly similar | 0:13:21 | 0:13:24 | |
to the kind of landscapes we see in Scandinavian crime programmes | 0:13:24 | 0:13:28 | |
and read about in novels. | 0:13:28 | 0:13:30 | |
Yeah. You know, just a short way across the North Sea, | 0:13:30 | 0:13:32 | |
they are our kindred crime spirits, there's no doubt about that. | 0:13:32 | 0:13:36 | |
This, to me, feels like Henning Mankell, it feels like... | 0:13:36 | 0:13:41 | |
or even The Bridge, The Killing. | 0:13:41 | 0:13:43 | |
There is a real closeness, the kindred sense of crime space. | 0:13:43 | 0:13:49 | |
"Glancing up at the massive chimney of the redundant power station, | 0:13:53 | 0:13:57 | |
"clouds bunching, gulls swirling, | 0:13:57 | 0:14:00 | |
"he'd grown to like this town, | 0:14:00 | 0:14:02 | |
"like the way it was sandwiched | 0:14:02 | 0:14:04 | |
"between a wide, fast-flowing river and the sea, | 0:14:04 | 0:14:07 | |
"how it was out on a limb, | 0:14:07 | 0:14:09 | |
"vulnerable, helpless. | 0:14:09 | 0:14:12 | |
"Hopeless." | 0:14:12 | 0:14:13 | |
Whether it's the coastal town or fenland village, | 0:14:17 | 0:14:20 | |
it's the isolation and edginess we keep coming back to | 0:14:20 | 0:14:24 | |
and that's something author PD James played with brilliantly. | 0:14:24 | 0:14:27 | |
Her famous fictional character was the detective Adam Dalgliesh. | 0:14:27 | 0:14:32 | |
Several of his investigations took place | 0:14:32 | 0:14:34 | |
just a short boat ride from Great Yarmouth. | 0:14:34 | 0:14:37 | |
For most of us, this would be just a lovely day out at sea. | 0:14:39 | 0:14:43 | |
But in the dark imagination of PD James, | 0:14:43 | 0:14:46 | |
a boat like this becomes the final resting place | 0:14:46 | 0:14:49 | |
for a corpse with its hands cut off. | 0:14:49 | 0:14:52 | |
She loved the isolation of this place | 0:14:52 | 0:14:55 | |
and you can see just how precarious the coastline is, | 0:14:55 | 0:14:59 | |
the way the sea erodes it. | 0:14:59 | 0:15:01 | |
And it's almost as if the land and the sea are fused into one. | 0:15:01 | 0:15:05 | |
It's a liminal landscape, the perfect setting for a mystery. | 0:15:05 | 0:15:09 | |
Storms are common here. | 0:15:14 | 0:15:16 | |
It's not unusual for homes to be swept into the sea. | 0:15:16 | 0:15:20 | |
This natural erosion | 0:15:21 | 0:15:23 | |
and its impact on the lives of people who live here, | 0:15:23 | 0:15:26 | |
feature heavily in PD James's book Unnatural Causes. | 0:15:26 | 0:15:30 | |
"It was hard to believe, thought Dalgliesh, | 0:15:32 | 0:15:35 | |
"that one was looking at a battlefield | 0:15:35 | 0:15:37 | |
"where for nearly nine centuries | 0:15:37 | 0:15:39 | |
"that land had waged its losing fight against the sea. | 0:15:39 | 0:15:42 | |
"Hard to realise | 0:15:42 | 0:15:43 | |
"that under that deceptive calm of veined water | 0:15:43 | 0:15:47 | |
"lay the nine drowned churches of old Dunwich." | 0:15:47 | 0:15:50 | |
Dunwich was a real place | 0:15:54 | 0:15:56 | |
and what's left of it lies just a few feet below this very water. | 0:15:56 | 0:16:00 | |
800 years ago, it was the capital of East Anglia | 0:16:00 | 0:16:04 | |
and an international port, | 0:16:04 | 0:16:06 | |
at its height, rivalling 14th-century London. | 0:16:06 | 0:16:09 | |
But violent storms and erosion have swept it all away. | 0:16:09 | 0:16:13 | |
Not so far from here is the area of Minsmere, | 0:16:15 | 0:16:18 | |
which you may know from Spring Watch | 0:16:18 | 0:16:21 | |
as an extremely peaceful wildlife reserve. | 0:16:21 | 0:16:24 | |
Not in the imagination of PD James. | 0:16:24 | 0:16:26 | |
She changed the name to Monksmere Head | 0:16:26 | 0:16:29 | |
and a murderer's on the loose | 0:16:29 | 0:16:31 | |
amongst the small community of writers which live there. | 0:16:31 | 0:16:34 | |
The setting for me is tremendously important. | 0:16:36 | 0:16:39 | |
And nearly always the book begins with a setting. | 0:16:39 | 0:16:42 | |
WH Auden said that it should be the great, good place. | 0:16:45 | 0:16:49 | |
He wanted contrast between the setting and the murder | 0:16:49 | 0:16:52 | |
and he said it should shock in the same way | 0:16:52 | 0:16:55 | |
as when a dog makes a mess on the drawing-room carpet. | 0:16:55 | 0:16:58 | |
That was the words he used. | 0:16:58 | 0:16:59 | |
Nothing on this coast is static | 0:17:02 | 0:17:04 | |
and James uses this to create a sense of foreboding. | 0:17:04 | 0:17:08 | |
Sometimes, the drowned graveyards yield up bones onto the beach, | 0:17:09 | 0:17:15 | |
a macabre idea which rather appealed to PD James. | 0:17:15 | 0:17:18 | |
The closed, remote communities you get in this part of the world | 0:17:18 | 0:17:22 | |
provided rich material for many of her books. | 0:17:22 | 0:17:25 | |
The wild coast of Suffolk was the perfect setting. | 0:17:25 | 0:17:30 | |
"Here was nothing but sea, sky and marshland, | 0:17:31 | 0:17:35 | |
"an empty beach with little to mark the miles of outspate shingle | 0:17:35 | 0:17:39 | |
"but the occasional tangle of tar-splotched driftwood | 0:17:39 | 0:17:43 | |
"and the rusting spikes of old fortifications." | 0:17:43 | 0:17:46 | |
PD James loved this area and had a home just a few miles away. | 0:17:50 | 0:17:54 | |
As you might imagine, her stories are of particular interest | 0:17:54 | 0:17:58 | |
to people who live around here. | 0:17:58 | 0:18:00 | |
These women are all members of a local book club. | 0:18:00 | 0:18:03 | |
So, how well do you think PD James described this landscape, | 0:18:06 | 0:18:10 | |
this part of the world, which you must know very well? | 0:18:10 | 0:18:13 | |
It's... Part of the description of the atmosphere is very good, | 0:18:13 | 0:18:17 | |
but the actual locations aren't necessarily the same | 0:18:17 | 0:18:19 | |
and maybe it's because there's a lot of erosion around here | 0:18:19 | 0:18:22 | |
and a lot of the cliffs have actually fallen into the sea! | 0:18:22 | 0:18:25 | |
So things which might have been the headland | 0:18:25 | 0:18:28 | |
perhaps aren't the headland any more. | 0:18:28 | 0:18:29 | |
Why do you think so many crime writers have been attracted | 0:18:29 | 0:18:32 | |
to this part of the world? | 0:18:32 | 0:18:34 | |
I think we're lucky, actually, for having such a lot of variety. | 0:18:34 | 0:18:38 | |
In just this strip of coast, we've got marshes, | 0:18:38 | 0:18:42 | |
we've got clifftop, heath, | 0:18:42 | 0:18:45 | |
we've got the bird reserve, we've got the forests, | 0:18:45 | 0:18:50 | |
it's just amazing in terms of the difference. | 0:18:50 | 0:18:53 | |
And there are lots of places | 0:18:53 | 0:18:55 | |
where one could actually do a murder and hide somebody! | 0:18:55 | 0:18:58 | |
And I like the way that the sea is giving up its secrets as well, | 0:18:58 | 0:19:03 | |
so the corpse washes up in the boat | 0:19:03 | 0:19:06 | |
and then bones wash up here as well, don't they? | 0:19:06 | 0:19:09 | |
Well, frequently. Almost, if you kept looking at this cliff | 0:19:09 | 0:19:12 | |
and came down after another storm, | 0:19:12 | 0:19:14 | |
it's not unknown to find an arm bone sticking out or whatever. | 0:19:14 | 0:19:18 | |
And the lady in the museum said she had an old man who came in | 0:19:18 | 0:19:21 | |
who said, when they were boys, if they found a skull, | 0:19:21 | 0:19:25 | |
they used it as a football! | 0:19:25 | 0:19:26 | |
Which is absolutely horrendous! | 0:19:26 | 0:19:28 | |
I'm beginning to understand why this is such a macabre part of the world, | 0:19:28 | 0:19:33 | |
-using skulls as footballs! -I know, horrid, isn't it? | 0:19:33 | 0:19:37 | |
"Dalgliesh loved this emptiness, | 0:19:40 | 0:19:42 | |
"this fusion of sea and sky. | 0:19:42 | 0:19:45 | |
"But today, the place held no peace for him. | 0:19:45 | 0:19:48 | |
"He saw it suddenly with new eyes. | 0:19:48 | 0:19:51 | |
"A shore alien, eerie, utterly desolate." | 0:19:51 | 0:19:55 | |
PD James couldn't resist tapping into the dark underbelly | 0:20:03 | 0:20:06 | |
beneath the sunny, idyllic veneer of the Suffolk coastline. | 0:20:06 | 0:20:10 | |
She died in 2014. | 0:20:10 | 0:20:13 | |
But the murderous character of the East Anglian landscape | 0:20:13 | 0:20:16 | |
is being kept alive | 0:20:16 | 0:20:17 | |
by two of today's most successful crime writers. | 0:20:17 | 0:20:21 | |
-What's your name? -Judy. | 0:20:22 | 0:20:24 | |
Judy. So, with a Y? | 0:20:24 | 0:20:26 | |
It's the Felixstowe Book Festival | 0:20:26 | 0:20:28 | |
and a husband and wife crime-writing team are here | 0:20:28 | 0:20:31 | |
to talk about and sign their new book. | 0:20:31 | 0:20:34 | |
The couple, who live in Suffolk, | 0:20:34 | 0:20:36 | |
have co-written more than 20 bestsellers | 0:20:36 | 0:20:38 | |
under the pen name Nicci French. | 0:20:38 | 0:20:41 | |
I think Saturday is quite... | 0:20:41 | 0:20:43 | |
There's a kind of darkness. | 0:20:43 | 0:20:45 | |
You have to feel the storm is gathering, really. | 0:20:45 | 0:20:47 | |
One of their most successful books is Losing You. | 0:20:48 | 0:20:52 | |
The story is set among an isolated community | 0:20:52 | 0:20:55 | |
living on a fictional island called Sandling. | 0:20:55 | 0:20:58 | |
In reality, it's actually Mersea Island, off the Essex coast. | 0:20:58 | 0:21:02 | |
"Here on Sandling Island, it was all horizon. | 0:21:05 | 0:21:09 | |
"The level land, the mudflats, | 0:21:09 | 0:21:12 | |
"the miles of marshes, the saltings, | 0:21:12 | 0:21:15 | |
"the grey, wrinkled sea." | 0:21:15 | 0:21:18 | |
The first book we wrote that was based in Suffolk | 0:21:19 | 0:21:22 | |
was before we actually moved here. | 0:21:22 | 0:21:24 | |
And maybe was one of the reasons we came here, | 0:21:24 | 0:21:26 | |
because we explored it for this book | 0:21:26 | 0:21:28 | |
and got to know it and then came here. | 0:21:28 | 0:21:30 | |
But it's certainly true | 0:21:30 | 0:21:31 | |
there are certain books we've written which are so located | 0:21:31 | 0:21:35 | |
in a particular environment, the coastal Suffolk, | 0:21:35 | 0:21:38 | |
the kind of mud flats. | 0:21:38 | 0:21:40 | |
Birds crying out and shingle and grey seas. | 0:21:40 | 0:21:45 | |
There are certain thrillers we write | 0:21:45 | 0:21:48 | |
which need a kind of haunted, empty landscape. | 0:21:48 | 0:21:51 | |
I think there's something about | 0:21:52 | 0:21:54 | |
living, looking out to sea, rather than back inland, | 0:21:54 | 0:21:57 | |
so people who live looking away from where they're living, | 0:21:57 | 0:22:01 | |
kind of people who live on the edge. | 0:22:01 | 0:22:03 | |
And also, it feels it's full of forgotten places. | 0:22:03 | 0:22:06 | |
That feels quite a kind of fruitful area for crime fiction. | 0:22:06 | 0:22:11 | |
And also, you know, the areas that we have placed books around here, | 0:22:11 | 0:22:15 | |
it's not golden beaches and blue skies and tourists. | 0:22:15 | 0:22:19 | |
It's like the kind of...a lot of it's unpicturesque, deserted... | 0:22:19 | 0:22:23 | |
-Bleak, desolate. -The wind blowing in. | 0:22:23 | 0:22:27 | |
In the story, the Landry family are about to go on holiday | 0:22:29 | 0:22:33 | |
when teenage daughter Charlie goes missing. | 0:22:33 | 0:22:36 | |
Told over a period of just a day, | 0:22:36 | 0:22:38 | |
it's about mum Nina's frantic search | 0:22:38 | 0:22:40 | |
to discover what's happened to her daughter. | 0:22:40 | 0:22:43 | |
Once again, it's the edginess | 0:22:43 | 0:22:45 | |
of this flat, watery landscape that creates tension. | 0:22:45 | 0:22:48 | |
"The last time I'd walked past the hulks, it had been in early October. | 0:22:53 | 0:22:57 | |
"I remembered it clearly. The tide had been low then, | 0:22:57 | 0:23:01 | |
"the hulks lay in a massed huddle on the mud. | 0:23:01 | 0:23:04 | |
"There had been dozens of noisy, cheerful gulls | 0:23:04 | 0:23:07 | |
"perched on the smashed decks. | 0:23:07 | 0:23:09 | |
"Now, the tide was high | 0:23:09 | 0:23:11 | |
"and vicious little waves riffled round the hulls." | 0:23:11 | 0:23:15 | |
For ages, we had an idea of writing a book | 0:23:19 | 0:23:23 | |
about a mother losing her daughter, | 0:23:23 | 0:23:26 | |
a kind of basic story of a parent's worst nightmare. | 0:23:26 | 0:23:29 | |
But we couldn't think of how to turn it | 0:23:29 | 0:23:31 | |
into a really different kind of thriller | 0:23:31 | 0:23:34 | |
until we came to Mersea Island. | 0:23:34 | 0:23:37 | |
I remember when we walked around here, | 0:23:37 | 0:23:39 | |
it just felt unbelievably perfect | 0:23:39 | 0:23:42 | |
because it's this contained island, | 0:23:42 | 0:23:46 | |
which is part of Britain, but it's cut off once a day. | 0:23:46 | 0:23:50 | |
The tide comes over the causeway. | 0:23:50 | 0:23:52 | |
-We set it on the shortest day of the year. -Shortest day of the year. | 0:23:52 | 0:23:56 | |
So we had this sense that the tide was rising, | 0:23:56 | 0:23:59 | |
the island was getting cut off, | 0:23:59 | 0:24:01 | |
darkness was closing in and then we wrote a book | 0:24:01 | 0:24:04 | |
that actually is in real time and that has no chapters either, | 0:24:04 | 0:24:07 | |
so it's this sense of absolute claustrophobia, | 0:24:07 | 0:24:10 | |
everything closing down. | 0:24:10 | 0:24:12 | |
And once we had all of that, then we could write. | 0:24:12 | 0:24:15 | |
-Yeah. -Then we could write a book. | 0:24:15 | 0:24:17 | |
So it's the landscape made the thriller. | 0:24:17 | 0:24:21 | |
It was the landscape that turned... that gave us the plot almost. | 0:24:21 | 0:24:24 | |
And when we saw these sort of whatever they are, | 0:24:24 | 0:24:27 | |
kind of hulks, houseboats, we knew they would play an important part | 0:24:27 | 0:24:31 | |
in the story and we actually shifted them to another part of the island | 0:24:31 | 0:24:34 | |
that's a little bit more desolate, using our creative licence | 0:24:34 | 0:24:38 | |
and we knew that Nina, our heroine, | 0:24:38 | 0:24:40 | |
was going to find something really nasty inside one of them. | 0:24:40 | 0:24:43 | |
"I used to love Sandling Island at night. | 0:24:48 | 0:24:50 | |
"The silence, the slap and murmur of water, the smell of salt and mud, | 0:24:50 | 0:24:55 | |
"the chime of halyards and the forlorn cry of birds. | 0:24:55 | 0:24:59 | |
"Now, it terrified me." | 0:24:59 | 0:25:01 | |
Throughout their book, the couple take inspiration | 0:25:05 | 0:25:08 | |
from what they observed walking around Mersea island. | 0:25:08 | 0:25:11 | |
Sometimes, the most unlikely things are used in a very dramatic way, | 0:25:11 | 0:25:16 | |
as mum Nina continues searching for her daughter. | 0:25:16 | 0:25:19 | |
I think it was about halfway through the book | 0:25:19 | 0:25:21 | |
we had this crucial scene at the beach hut. | 0:25:21 | 0:25:24 | |
And what we really wanted to do was take the idea of Nina | 0:25:24 | 0:25:28 | |
being full of rising wildness and breaking lots of boundaries. | 0:25:28 | 0:25:33 | |
So we took these rather pretty little domestic spaces | 0:25:33 | 0:25:38 | |
in a public place and we have her smashing into them with a mallet. | 0:25:38 | 0:25:42 | |
She does them one by one, at night-time, | 0:25:42 | 0:25:45 | |
just going through, splintering open the doors. | 0:25:45 | 0:25:48 | |
One of the great things about writing a book rather than making a film, | 0:25:48 | 0:25:51 | |
is you're free just to find this lovely landmark here | 0:25:51 | 0:25:54 | |
and just smash them, one after another, which I think would be | 0:25:54 | 0:25:58 | |
a bit of a problem if you were actually going to film it. | 0:25:58 | 0:26:01 | |
But it was...rather satisfying as she broke taboo after taboo. | 0:26:01 | 0:26:06 | |
And there's this sense that behind these lovely little English doors, | 0:26:06 | 0:26:10 | |
-there might be a dead body or someone kept captive. -Yes, yes. | 0:26:10 | 0:26:15 | |
Something else the Frenches spotted while exploring Mersea Island | 0:26:17 | 0:26:21 | |
was this derelict Second World War observation post. | 0:26:21 | 0:26:24 | |
It became the setting for the book's dramatic ending. | 0:26:24 | 0:26:28 | |
The character Nina finally discovers | 0:26:28 | 0:26:30 | |
what's happened to her kidnapped daughter. | 0:26:30 | 0:26:33 | |
I remember we came on this beach on the day where the story was set. | 0:26:35 | 0:26:40 | |
We had this sense that if the tide was rising | 0:26:40 | 0:26:44 | |
and the island was getting cut off and time was running out, | 0:26:44 | 0:26:47 | |
we had to end it at a place | 0:26:47 | 0:26:50 | |
where it mattered that the tide was rising, | 0:26:50 | 0:26:52 | |
where it was just kind of crucial | 0:26:52 | 0:26:54 | |
that every inch the water crept up was an inch more dangerous. | 0:26:54 | 0:26:58 | |
Also, I think one of the problems we faced is, | 0:26:58 | 0:27:01 | |
on a kind of really little island and someone has disappeared, | 0:27:01 | 0:27:04 | |
where can you actually hide someone | 0:27:04 | 0:27:07 | |
on a little island by the sea, on the beach? | 0:27:07 | 0:27:10 | |
It may even have been this particular lump of concrete, | 0:27:10 | 0:27:13 | |
-which I think is the remains of a... -There are pillboxes all the way | 0:27:13 | 0:27:16 | |
around the island, so we probably envisaged a more intact pillbox, | 0:27:16 | 0:27:20 | |
-but then placed it here. -And that seemed perfect. | 0:27:20 | 0:27:22 | |
Inside a pillbox, with the tide coming up, | 0:27:22 | 0:27:25 | |
gradually filling with water. | 0:27:25 | 0:27:27 | |
That just felt like the kind of... | 0:27:27 | 0:27:29 | |
And that was a total example, I think, | 0:27:29 | 0:27:31 | |
of how the story and place and character play off each other. | 0:27:31 | 0:27:35 | |
"A boggy path that led to the treacherous marshes | 0:27:37 | 0:27:41 | |
"and borrow dykes. To the left, the road ran along the low, | 0:27:41 | 0:27:45 | |
"subsiding cliffs, then turned inland again, away from the cliffs, | 0:27:45 | 0:27:51 | |
"the dykes, the land that slid and melted | 0:27:51 | 0:27:54 | |
"into silted mud and salty water and back towards the causeway." | 0:27:54 | 0:27:59 | |
For me, the power of all the stories | 0:28:05 | 0:28:07 | |
we've explored, is that they're rooted in real places. | 0:28:07 | 0:28:10 | |
The most successful crime writers know how to use the extremes | 0:28:10 | 0:28:14 | |
and play with the contrast between beauty and desolation | 0:28:14 | 0:28:18 | |
to make it work for them. | 0:28:18 | 0:28:19 | |
The land of East Anglia itself becomes a player in the drama. | 0:28:19 | 0:28:24 | |
You've heard about our crime novels, | 0:28:26 | 0:28:29 | |
but what are the books that you'd like to recommend? | 0:28:29 | 0:28:31 | |
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