Blogtour Review - The Crooked Medium's Guide to Murder by Stephen Cox

The Crooked Medium's Guide to Murder
Stephen Cox
Self-published, 1 September 2025
Available as: PB, 394pp, e   
Source: Advance copy
ISBN(PB): 9781068164408 

I'm grateful to Anne and Stephen for sending me a copy of The Crooked Medium's Guide to Murder to consider for review, and for inviting me to join the book's blogtour.

Stephen Cox has previously written a heartwarming two part SF story Our Child of the Stars/ Our Child of Two Worlds about the arrival of an orphaned alien child, the humans who take him in, and the difference that makes to the world's future. He's one of those authors that I was keenly waiting for more from, so I was pleased to see The Crooked Medium's Guide forthcoming, something in quite a different vein but still - I'd say - with a sense of family, of community, at its heart and still told from the perspective of the underdog.

Mrs Ashton is though, at first, a hard underdog to like! She is the crooked medium of the title, a convinced Spiritualist but a fraud who does NOT converse with spirits, though she has another gift, the ability to "open up" subjects and read their minds. This enables her, often, to perceive enough to convince. Sometimes, she can do genuine good, but her willingness to break into minds without consent is troubling to put it mildly.

As is her willingness to pilfer, forge and leave a trail of debtors behind.

Mrs Ashton is aided in her endeavours by the formidable Mrs Bradshaw - Braddie - a Scot who's often exasperated, and often willing to give unpalatable advice, which is generally ignored. She regards the risks that Mrs Ashton runs as unconscionable, and her gloomy warnings prove wise over the course of this novel. 

The two women are lovers, something that must, in the high Victorian age, be kept as the strictest secret, and Cox is good on both their physical relationship and the strain that this necessary discretion places on their relationship. There are some touching passages here, especially where he shows us Mrs B worrying over Mrs A, her "hinny" and recognising how she's being manipulated by the other woman.

The third member of the detective trio (as it turns out to be) is Maisie, a poor girl with a difficult family who acts as the other womens' bodyguard, spy and general fixer. Maisie is sharp and cynical, with a host of connections and contacts in the East End - and she's having none of Mrs Ashton's nonsense.

While a lengthy history of close brushes with the law is implied, putting the two older women at odds with a hostile Press and police, the central action in The Crooked Medium's Guide concerns an aristocrat, Lady Violet, who comes to Mrs Ashton for help with her abusive husband Sir Charles Barrington-Stewart, a rising MP. Though warned by Braddie to have no part of the affair, Ashton refuses to drop it and follows the Barrington-Stewarts to their country house where, naturally, murder follows. 

From this point the book is in whodunnit mode as Ashton and Braddie race to clear their name, while a distinguished Scotland Yard detective has the opposite intention. I loved the complexity of the resulting situation, which takes in the closed society of the Big House, previous crimes that Sir Charles may or may not have committed, and a perplexed spirit who - to her horror - begins appearing to Mrs Ashton. None of the information adds up, Mrs Ashton's creditors are circling and a key witness has disappeared. 

I think that credible and interesting stories often follow from characters in tight situations, people subject to constraints, and with Mrs Ashton especially, Cox gives us this in abundance. As if being a woman isn't enough in patriarchal Victorian society, Mrs Ashton is already suspected of fraud and of not paying her debts; her Spiritualism puts her at odds with the Establishment, and the loyal servants of Corwood Manor are suspicious. We are also shown hostile press accounts of her doings - clearly the crooked medium is newsworthy.

Yet she continues, winning over a person here, a person there, deploying her gift of "opening up", latching onto what little actual evidence there is and pursuing a shrewd series of deductions as to what really happened. Perhaps not likeable at first, Mrs Ashton - and her accomplices - did bring me round in a story that's mysterious, driven and, above all, great fun to read.

While most of the action is seen from the viewpoint of Mrs Ashton, and the story is always at its most vivid then, there are sections shown for example from the perspective of the detective or one of the Corwood servants and also from Maisie's. We also get to see a number of others representing something of the diversity of the Victorian Metropolis - I hope and expect that Cox is planning further episodes in this world because while some of the characters we meet, such as Dongmei Li and her family, fascinate they don't appear much - I hope they're being set up for future episodes. 

For more information about The Crooked Medium's Guide to Murder or to buy the book (you should!) see the author's website here - and of course don't miss the other stops on the blogtour which you can see listed on the poster below. 

Blogtour - Extract from The Winter Warriors by Olivier Norek

The Winter Warriors
Oliview Norek (trans by Nick Caistor)
Open Borders Press, 11 September 2025
Available as: HB, 448pp, audio, e   
ISBN(HB): 978-1916788763

I'm delighted today to be hosting an extract from Olivier Norek's new historical novel, The Winter Warriors. 

The story...

November, 1939. A conscription officer arrives in the peaceful farming village of Rautjärvi. The Soviet Union has invaded, and for the first time in its history as an independent country, Finland is at war.

Setting off into the depths of winter to face the Red Army, the small group of childhood friends recruited from Rautjärvi have no idea whether any of them will ever return home. But their unit has a secret weapon: the young sniper Simo Häyhä, whose lethal skill in the snow-bound forests of the front line will earn him the nickname “The White Death”.

Drawing on the real-life figures and battles of the Finnish-Soviet Winter War, this is a gripping, page-turning historical thriller from one of Europe’s most acclaimed storytellers.

Olivier Norek

The author...

After 18 years in the French police force, Olivier Norek turned to crime writing - Between Two Worlds was the Times and Sunday Times Crime Novel of the Year 2024. The Winter Warriors is his first historical thriller. While researching for this novel, Norek spent three months (the duration of the war itself) in Finland, experiencing the -35°C conditions in which the war was fought and in which more than 130,000 Russian soldiers died before the Soviet Union signed a peace treaty in March 1940.

The extract...

First Prologue

Light streams over his closed eyes, over his prostrate body and its stilled heart. 

All around him, the last day of war has littered the ground with bodies in their thousands, staining the snow red. Amongst the other corpses, he is no-one. No more precious, no more impor- tant. Elsewhere, he could be a father, a brother, a friend, a husband. Elsewhere, he is everything. 

In death, only their uniforms set them apart. They were ene- mies, now they lie side by side. Here, hands touch; elsewhere, lifeless faces confront each other. They have spent the whole winter killing one another. 

The dead from earlier weeks are half-hidden in the earth. Only vestiges remain: still visible helmets, occasionally parts of their backs. Their arms are like aerial roots, as if growing out of the ground itself, ready to rise, get to their feet, and haunt all those who decided on this war. 

Their blood saturates the ground, their flesh nourishes the trees, mingles with the sap. They will be in every new leaf, every new bud. There were more than a million of them, and when, tomorrow and beyond tomorrow, the wind blows through the branches of the forests of Finland, it will also carry their voices.

There had been happy days, a cherished peace.

There had been a before, in the days leading up to the Hell. 

Second Prologue 

For many years Finland belonged to someone else.

For centuries, it formed part of the kingdom of Sweden. For a further century, it came under Russia’s sovereignty. It was not until 1917 that it gained independence. 

In 1939, therefore, Finland was 22 years old. Twenty-two years are hardly sufficient to make a man, let alone a country. 

In a storm of lead and fire, Stalin’s Red Army, the largest in the world, swept through this neutral, poorly armed nation, launching a bloody conflict known by history as the Winter War. 

The hellish events that are the subject of this novel took place in that year of 1939 at Kollaa in Finland. But also on its isthmus, in Karelia. On the ice fields at Petsamo. From the shores of its gulf to the distant reaches of Lapland. 

Imagine a tiny country. Imagine a huge one. Now imagine them clashing. 

Twenty million shells. The Earth almost cracked in two when Russia pounded its crust in the same place day after day for more than a hundred days. 

Tank columns against old-fashioned rifles. A million Red Army soldiers against workers and peasants. But past conflicts tell us it takes five soldiers to face a single man fighting for his land, his home country and his own people, hands clutching his carbine, a sentinel behind the door of his barricaded farm. 

And a single man can change the course of history. 

At the heart of the harshest of its winters,

at the heart of the bloodiest war in its history,

Finland saw the birth of a legend.

The legend of Simo Häyhä, the White Death.

And yet there had once been happy days, a cherished peace. There had been a before, in the days leading up to the Hell. 

For more information about The Winter Warriors, see the publisher's website here - and of course the other stops on the blogtour which you can see listed on the poster below. 

You can buy The Winter Warriors from your local high street bookshop or online from Bookshop UK, Hive Books, Blackwell's, Foyle's, WH Smith or Waterstones.

Review - Clown Town by Mick Herron

Clown Town

Mick Herron
Baskerville, 11 September 2025 
Available as: HB, 340pp, audio, e   
Source: Advance copy
ISBN(HB): 9781399800433  

I'm grateful to Baskerville for sending me an advance copy of Clown Town to consider for review.

Clown Town sees a full return to Slough House for Herron after last year's sort-of Jackson Lamb backstory, The Secret Hours. And this is a familiar Slough House, an office gone bad, a dusty, sticky, despair-haunted tomb for the careers of its crew of Service internal exiles.

Yes, the gang's all here again, River, not yet back on active duty after his brush with novichok; Louisa; Roddy; Lech; Roddy Ho; newcomer Ash; Catherine; and, of course, Lamb himself. All the Slow Horses are ready to go... slowly.

And yet. I wouldn't have thought this possible, but the Slough House we see here is actually less jolly, more bleak - somehow - than in the earlier books. It's as though Lamb has, somehow, brought back extra weights from the past Berlin of The Secret Hours, weights that drag on the spirit and chill the mind. Perhaps it's that the Slow Horses are reeling from the losses and near losses they have suffered. From missing faces and empty office chairs. The attrition has been brutal - surely one of the perks of being a down-and-out on Spook Street is that you're insignificant, gently rotting down a side alley, of no interest to the Big Men (and Women) who hunt down the main drag?

Of course that's not how it's turned out, and maybe Lamb's lot are starting to realise. Whatever, when the shadow of past Service malpractice arises, when Peter Judd begins to stir, when Taverner starts to weave her threads, there's more than a smidgen of wariness to be seen. Plus, with key members of the team signed off, pondering jumping ship, or (Louisa) actually resigned, the response to these challenges is particularly fragmented. More so than ever, I felt myself muttering "just walk away". Even Lamb seems, if such a thing were possible, less enthusiastic than normal to look under stones and join dots.

The story kicks off from a minor discrepancy in the library of River's grandfather, the OB, as reassembled in a spook-linked Oxford college. River, still, as I said, signed off, has time to look into this, and it shouldn't open any forbidden doors, should it? Well, of course it does, and we soon discover that Slough House isn't the only scrapyard for the Service's embarrassments. So that's two teams turning through the dustbins on Spook Street, but there are actually more, and there'll be encounters, near misses and misunderstandings.

The ending of the book is of a piece with that. There's a glorious (gloriously written, not a triumphant event) - a marvellous performance by not just the Slow Horses but by several other teams of clowns, which must have been a real swine for ringmaster Herron to write; a tour de force of incompetence, dark humour, muddled motives and bad luck - but that isn't the climax of the book, it delivers another sucker punch just when you think things can't get darker, leaving the already tarnished morality of this world even more shabby at the end.

A gripping, twisty and melancholy story, though one often enlivened by Herron's deadpan humour (the highpoint of which was, for me, the song that goes through Roddy's head. It sounded familiar to me. Where have I heard it? On TV somewhere, perhaps...)

For more information about Clown Town, see the publisher's website here.

Review - For the Road by Stark Holborn

For the Road

Stark Holborn
PS Publishing/ Absinthe Books, August 2025
Available as: HB, 62pp, e   
Source: Advance e-copy
ISBN(HB): 9781803945286

I'm grateful to the author for giving me access to an advance e-copy of For the Road to consider for review.

In the tradition of the gritty Western, Jesse Bartos is running - from what, from whom, to where are unclear, possibly as much to him as to the reader. Jumping from a train, clutching the precious suitcase he daren't open, he ends up stranded at a dusty railroad halt miles from nowhere. A place where the train never comes, the tracks silt over with dust. Where everything is faded, broken or despairing.

There is I think a powerful melancholy to places like Dawn's Holt, places where people only come to be somewhere else. Get stuck there and you may lose yourself, like the body buried at the crossroads whose ghost doesn't know which way to turn. All the imagery here is of death, of letting go, of being carried away - from the dust which sweeps into every corner, to the scraggy hens laying their sulphurous, inedible eggs to the motorcycle gang that periodically threatens to sweep Jesse away. (Would that be to lose himself further? Or a redemption, a way out? Clues are scant.)

Is Jesse going to die? Does he want to? Can he save himself, either by riding away with the biker gang, finally catching the train - or staying put, making a life with Reo, the son of the family living at the station house, who captivates Jesse.

Holborn's writing here blends the Western and the mythological, the strange tales and origin stories of the little family echoing heroic legends of birth and creation from the elements. How come they are here, in the desolate station? Why are they engaged in a losing fight against the ruling powers and principalities, one with which Jesse's fate - and perhaps his own history - are entangled?

A powerful story of sense and feeling, For the Road systematically anatomises a life and portrays a young man who has, though misfortune, come to a turning point, a junction (or, as I said, a crossroads) where things may go different ways. Dawn's Holt (not "halt" - a "holt" is a refuge...) provides Jesse with a little respite, but not much, a time in which choices can be made. This short book shows which ones he selects, and why. It's powerful, concentrated and enthralling, a book to be inhaled as much as read, and then to be considered and turned over after.

Recommended.

For more information about For the Road, and to buy the book, see the publisher's website here.