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Steven Wyatt

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I am an ex-newspaperman who quit to write full time. 'Presumed Killed' is based on a true story of the Great War and Jazz Age Paris. I live in Salisbury.

The paperback is due out with Night Publishing this summer, the Kindle edition (I hope) shortly. I'll post the links as and when I have them.

Sincere thanks to all the Authonomy members past and present who have taken the time and trouble to comment on the book and offer so many valuable suggestions - many of which I've incorporated. I would not have achieved publication without you. I wish everyone on the site the very best of luck and success.

Writers: Keep on keeping on! Never give up! Do not accept defeat!

"The art of writing is the art of discovering what one believes" - Gustave Flaubert.

favourite books

Cannery Row, John Steinbeck
Coming Up For Air, George Orwell
Parade’s End, Ford Madox Ford
Dharma Bums, Jack Kerouac
The Razor's Edge, Somerset Maugham
Middlemarch, George Eliot

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Presumed Killed

Steven Wyatt

The trenches were only a taste of hell. It took a woman to teach him the real meaning of pain.


Young musician Tolly Tolman and his best pal Harry join up in 1914. To them it’s the great adventure, a ripping lark. Tolly pledges to wed his childhood sweetheart Ruth, Harry’s sister, ‘when the job is done’.

But nothing could have prepared Tolly for the horror of the trenches. Following the Armistice, he wanders lost in Paris. He can never face Ruth again, carrying a terrible guilt about the night Harry died.

He joins a jazz band and throws himself into tormented hedonism, embarking on an obsessive, drug-fuelled affair with a debauched American heiress.

Now she lies dead, and Tolly must flee Paris or face arrest and the guillotine. He finds himself back home, reading his own name on the town’s new war memorial…

…and learns the truth.


"I was carried away by the beauty of the prose; the imagery, the lyricism, the description, the characterisation...when it dawned on me that this was not only superb literary fiction but a spell-binding, page-turning, tear-jerking, must-read novel." - Sheila Belshaw (Pinpoint)

Cover by Bradley Wind. Book out soon on Night Publishing.



 

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I wrote 406 days ago

I found it easy to identify with the character of Bayo - his early obsession with books, his drinking, the 'demonic possession' that drives him away from home and into the great unknown. I became completely involved in his journey, both in its literal and allegorical sense. For here, of course, we h... view book

I wrote 408 days ago

This is an exile's story, of a man detached from home, hope and love. His failing health, particularly his eyesight, only serves to complement - as a metaphor - a larger, encroaching sense of estrangement; as Waverley withdraws deeper into himself, the world dims and confuses. He has decided to kill... view book

I wrote 408 days ago

The use of film-script interludes is intriguing: it enables the narrator (and thus the reader) to step away from the intense first-person reportage for brief moments while still continuing the story. The first is used to set the scene and the rest describe particularly traumatic events (the violence... view book

I wrote 416 days ago

Rarely have I been able to back a book with such certainty. I read it all and my only criticism is that at novella length, it is too short. There is enough original thought in here to sustain a much longer work. The strange, uplifting story of war-wounded savant Private Henry Lawrence is told in the... view book

I wrote 420 days ago

I knew I was going to back this by the end of the first chapter. The writing style is fluid, clean and spare. I was attracted by the characters of Robert and Sarah, drawn with wry and observant economy. The narrator's gentle asides on Robert's behalf made me smile. Little stories-within-the-story sw... view book

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