Monday, 14 December 2020

Philip Brian Hall’s Stories Qualifying for Awards 2020



CADMUS P I - Galaxy’s Edge #43, March 

A hardboiled detective story set in Ancient Greece


SECOND COMING - On The Premises, April 

What really happened when Moses met Pharaoh?


GHOST WRITER - Hybrid Fiction #3, April 

A combination of science fiction and ghost story


A RAINY DAY AT ST BARTHOLOMEW’S – Curiosities #7, July 

Why would anyone steal tons of lead and sulphur?


THE LAST OF THE PERIVALES – Bodies in the Library (Flame Tree), August

How did a man in 17th century clothes come to be dead in a 19th century gentlemen’s club?


The last two stories listed are respectively the third and fourth in my occasional steampunk series featuring the Victorian detectives MacAndrew and Smithers.


Friday, 30 October 2020

Oh dear, Wednesday

 I think the problem is, it’s more than a game of football. 

Shankly’s much misunderstood remark about football being more important than a matter of life and death should probably be understood in the light of the sociology that Desmond Morris described in his book ‘The Soccer Tribe’. The traditional football supporter, like any tribesman, needs a totem, something powerful and greater than himself that can lift his eyes above his less than ideal reality.

Life and death matters are with us every day, especially nowadays. We need some thing to inspire and lift us above not only these awful realities but all the other aspects of the daily grind.

In some ways football replaced religion in the modern age. When our team performs well we all walk taller, feel better about out lives and relationships, see the sunshine in life rather than the rain. Wednesday’s successes in the past have lifted Sheffielders who had been dragged down by poverty, wars, deindustrialisation and many other hardships.

In recent times we’ve still had many hardships but we haven’t really had Wednesday, or at least not for long and not at the level where old folk like me still feel The Owls belong.

And that means more than a game of football. It means we’ve had something important taken away from us. Bereft, somebody said on the Owlstalk site. It was the right word to use.

Thursday, 27 August 2020

Bodies in the Library


I am very pleased to announce the publication of Flame Tree Publishing's new anthology, Bodies in the Library. It contains my short story 'The Last of the Perivales'.  

The fourth case for my Victorian detectives MacAndrew and Smithers, this latest mystery begins with the discovery of a corpse in the otherwise empty library of a London gentlemen's club. The victim is unknown at the establishment and wearing outlandish fancy dress but, nevertheless, he apparently entered without being seen by anyone. 

Who is he and how did he die?  Ably assisted by the forensic skills of his wife, Annie, The Old  Red Fox of Scotland Yard is again on the hunt for clues and yet again he is led down unlikely avenues of inquiry.

 

Wednesday, 22 July 2020

A Rainy Day at St Bartholomew's



I'm very pleased to announce that the third story in my steampunk series about the Victorian detectives MacAndrew and Smithers is now available in the current issue of Curiosities.

A Rainy Day at St Bartholomew's finds Smithers getting wet at a wedding. This might not be considered too surprising until we find that it's raining inside the church!

You can find out why, and how our intrepid heroes cope with yet another encounter with the abnormal, in the

Curiosities #7 Quarantine 2020 Paperback


And if this leaves you with a taste for more Victorian mayhem, the fourth MacAndrew and Smithers adventure is coming soon in a new hardback anthology from Flame Tree.



I've recently finished a fifth episode, for which I'll be seeking a publisher soon, so I hope you won't have long to wait.

Friday, 26 June 2020

Holier than thou

Over a century ago, Booker T Washington pointed out that a number of those engaged in the race question in the USA had, in fact, no interest in solving it, since it was the continued existence of the problem that gave them their employment and their public profile. If you have no interest in solving a problem, then the last thing you want is rational debate.

Political correctness is a totalitarian ideology that (so far) differs from earlier forms of dictatorship only in degree, not in kind. So many people are continually on the lookout for ways to be offended. They are greatly offended simply by other people having the nerve to disagree with them. Their own views are so viscerally-held that they cannot entertain rational debate and seek every opportunity to close it down.

The largely, but not exclusively, leftist modern fashion for identity-based, rather than issue-based, politics is the same fault that Washington discerned, but now elevated to an industrial scale. The elimination of victimhood would eliminate the protest industry based upon it, so if it should, by any chance, happen that some particular emancipatory objective were accidentally achieved, it would be necessary immediately to identify a new objective in order to preserve the perceived victim status and with it the platform for the group’s self-appointed advocates. That reorientation would involve mental effort and is to be avoided if possible.

It has been correctly observed that politically-correct intolerance regards disagreement as not just rationally wrong but morally bad. Since any given principle of the activist is self-evidently true, it follows that it needs no rational defence. Those who do not hold it are therefore guilty of wilfully disregarding the obvious and thus evil. Since everyone with the welfare of society at heart would necessarily agree with the activist, dissenters must have foul personal motives, especially their own gain or sadistic pleasures.

Thus, failure to support a campaign for a particular group of ‘victims’ is equated with opposition to that group. We have acquired a whole lexicon of neologisms ending in ‘phobic’ or ‘ist’ which are thrown around like confetti on social media. The objective in every case is to stifle rational discussion by the use of pejorative labels. Abuse, rather than rational engagement, has become the first response to opponents.

The denial of platform movement, which is ostensibly the desire to 'protect' other people against being offended, is a particularly egregious offence against freedom of speech. The politically-correct also see no reason not to pursue those who disagree with them into their homes or workplaces. Dissenters have no right to a family life or employment; they must be publicly shamed until they are forced to recant by the sheer weight of opprobrium heaped upon them. Torquemada would be a hero today, provided he chose the politically-correct side.

John Stuart Mill made the limits of freedom of speech clear a century and a half ago in On Liberty. There exists absolutely no right not to be offended. People who claim to be offended by the peacefully-expressed views of other people are out of order. People who claim the right to be offended on behalf of other people by the peacefully-expressed views of another person are especially out of order.

Freedom of speech is vital to civilised society. Reasoned debate is important; the rational clash of ideas brings enlightenment; recitation of dogma destroys initiative; universal conformity is the enemy of progress. I believe it may have been Alfred P Sloan who once commenced a board meeting at General Motors with the words, “Gentlemen, I take it we are all agreed on what has to be done here.” Receiving nods of assent all around the table, he continued, “Then I propose to adjourn discussion until we can find some reason to disagree, and then we shall come back and talk about it sensibly.”

Once upon a time I stood as a Liberal parliamentary candidate. I am a long way from being a right wing populist. Yet even I have found myself quailing before the all-consuming passion and aggression of the self-righteous. Since I am advancing my view peacefully and rationally, I am in order. And if my view offends anyone, then that person needs to think more and emote less. Those who want to shut down the sort of moderate debate they get from people like me, inevitably invite eventual repayment in their own coin.

Friday, 12 June 2020

The Picton Statue Controversy

Should the statue in Carmarthen be taken down?

There is a whole town named after Picton in New Zealand. He was held in very high regard as a soldier, despite his well known excesses in Trinidad, for which he was tried and convicted at the time, though the verdict was later overturned on a matter of law.

Wellington knew perfectly well that Picton was a hard bastard, but he also knew that hard bastards have their uses. There are times when you are grateful they are on your side.

Nothing typified this more than the crucial role played by Picton and his division during a pivotal moment at Waterloo, which as many will know was a battle that could easily have gone either way. Picton had already concealed the fact that he had been badly wounded at Quatre Bras, two days earlier. At Waterloo, he was killed during his division’s successful efforts to hold the allied line which was threatening to break. If it had broken, British history would have been very different.

The Carmarthen memorial was erected by public subscription and a grateful nation also erected a memorial to him in St Paul’s. I suspect, were these not there, no-one would be having a debate about Picton today, and that would be a pity, because if ever there was an example of a very severely flawed yet redeemable human being, Picton was it. If you say that the undeniable bad in his earlier life invalidates all his later service to his country, then you say a sinner is never capable of redemption. His contemporaries thought otherwise, and that should give us a certain pause today. (I appreciate that not everyone values the contribution to society of the armed forces, but it is probably still a majority who do).

There are few real saints and few real devils. Most of us fall somewhere in between, and Picton offers an example of someone capable of improving. As such, he should be talked about. Take down his statue and such talking will be confined to the tiny proportion of the population who visit museums. That would be a pity.

Please don’t bother to tell me I don’t understand how young people feel. I was, needless to say, never young myself.

Wednesday, 22 April 2020

Ghost Writer

A second story published in a single week? What's happening?

Ghost writer is hybrid fiction, using both the science fiction and the supernatural genres. Appropriately therefore, it appears in Hybrid Fiction magazine #3, April 2020.

Unfortunately, I can't show you the cover picture.

So here's something relevant.

Monday, 20 April 2020

Second Coming

I'm pleased to report that my story 'Second Coming' received an honourable mention in Issue #35 of the On the Premises magazine competition.
The photograph on the left, needless to say, is not a royal palace in Egyptian Thebes, but it sort of gives you the idea.
I am indebted to Messrs Sigmund Freud and Ahmed Osman. The former first suggest that Moses was an Egyptian rather than a Hebrew. The latter has produced good evidence to support the specific Egyptian identity that I eventually settled on.

The challenge for this edition of On the Premises was to write a story about a situation in which there is more than one of something there should be only one of.

Well how about Ruler of the World?

Thursday, 19 March 2020

The Last of the Perivales

I'm delighted to report that my story 'The Last of the Perivales' has been accepted for inclusion in Flame Tree Publishing's forthcoming 'Bodies in the Library'Anthology.

This will be my fifth story accepted by Flame Tree, who will now take the lead in the informal "Let's publish as much work by Philip Brian Hall as we can!" competition.

For those who have enjoyed the previous scientific and supernatural investigations of my Victorian sleuths Sergeant MacAndrew and Constable Smithers, this is the fourth story, though it may or may not be out before the third, which has been accepted by Curiosities but for which I don't yet have a publication date.

This time the Old Red Fox of Scotland Yard attempts to solve the case of a corpse in 17th century Restoration attire, found murdered in the library of a London gentlemen's club in the 1860s.

Naturally, nothing is what it seems and nothing is ever simple in MacAndrew's world!


Saturday, 14 March 2020

My first story in Galaxy's Edge: Cadmus P. I.

I'm delighted to record my first story to make the prestigious pages of Galaxy's Edge. 

Cadmus P.I. tells the story of the man who may very well have been the Ancient World's very first private detective as he sets out to trace a kidnap victim.

Strangely enough, this story began life as an informal competition between fellow competitors in Writers of the Future to write a story in a weekend featuring three random objects.

My three objects, if I remember correctly, were a dragon soft toy, a miniature portrait and a bag of rubbish.

I shall leave it to the reader to decide whether I made a good job. If you think I did, then thanks must go to Rebecca Birch for thinking up the competition.

If you think I didn't - well, you don't have to tell me, do you? I'm just so pleased to have reached one of my long term writing goals.

I was not to know at the time that this was also to be one of the last stories selected by the celebrated Mike Resnick, whose role in helping other authors make career progress cannot be overstated.

Friday, 6 March 2020

Labour's Proposal to Abolish Private Schooling in the UK


I was born poor, but smart. I was lucky. I was educated in a grammar school. I won a scholarship to Oxford. Two scholarships actually, since I won a commercial one as well as the college one.

After ill health obliged me to leave the Diplomatic Service I ended up as a teacher, first in state schools, then in a private school. I took this last job because I needed the money, but I soon discovered I had little chance of returning to the state system, since my qualifications had been negated by my willingness to take a job in the private sector.

The prejudice I encountered in the employment market is the same that fuels this policy of state monopoly. It is a policy that has already destroyed the ladder I climbed and would like to tear down alternative ladders as well.

The children in private schools are children. They are lucky children, as I was, but they are still children. They are not suitable for use as political footballs.

In my judgement, we should not be asking ‘Why should some children have good education and not others?’. We should be asking ‘Why should not all children have good education?’

Thursday, 5 March 2020

Sheffield Wednesday 0: Manchester City 1
(FA Cup 5th Round 2020)


I'm pretty old. I remember some real glory days and wonderful Wednesday teams. And if we were still the force we once were in English football we would, of course, have played a completely different game to the one we played last night.

But at the end of this game, I felt proud of being a Sheffield Wednesday supporter again. Here’s our team on a desperate run of form, shipping goals against weak opponents as though defence had gone out of fashion. And along comes one of the world’s best teams, turning out pretty much a full strength side that has, this season, put 8 past Watford, 6 past Villa and 5 past West Ham. Plus they’ve done the double over Sheffield United this season. Plus they’d scored 4 in each of the previous Cup rounds. On Owlstalk, a supporters' forum, I’m reading predictions of double figure disasters.

And we witness a team performance in which absolutely every one of our players ran his guts out and gave it his best shot.

Look, no-one can do better than their best, whatever level that happens to be. If we had a world-beating team today we wouldn’t be half-way down the Championship. But on occasions a whole team can lift each other to something way beyond what we thought was possible.

Was it perfect? Of course not. Did everyone play like Messi? Of course not. But was there anyone out there not playing as hard as he was able for the honour of Sheffield Wednesday? Absolutely not.

It makes me sad today that such negative suggestions are even being made, let alone insisted upon.

There are many, many criticisms that can be made these days about Wednesday. I respectfully suggest that last night’s efforts did not deserve to be included among them.

Friday, 7 February 2020

Scottish independence: the question of currency

Strictly speaking, a country only has rights over its currency within its own boundaries. Any country may use as its own currency a portion of any other country’s money supply that is available externally. Panama, for example, uses the US dollar, as did Zimbabwe for some years.

There is, therefore, nothing to stop an independent Scotland using the pound sterling, the yen or the Zambian kwacha except the difficulty of getting hold of enough money supply to serve all her economic needs.

However, a problem that arises for countries without their own currency is that they cannot create additional money supply for themselves and so they must run a balance of payments surplus (acquire more money supply) before they can expand their economies other than by the short term expedient of running down their foreign currency reserves.

In passing, it should be noted that Scottish banks already need to back their note issue with sterling on a 1:1 basis, but it is unlikely that this licensing arrangement would survive independence, so all notes circulating thereafter in a Scotland still using sterling would probably have to be Bank of England notes. Of course, the great bulk of money supply is not notes anyway, but bank deposits, etc. The principle is essentially the same.

A second problem is that there is absolutely no obligation on the country of origin of the currency to take account of the needs of the unofficial user when setting its own monetary policy. This effectively enforces fiscal rectitude on the secondary user, which cannot simply ‘print’ money, unlike a country that has its own currency. Quite often this is the reason for using a foreign currency: a country which, for political reasons, finds it hard to control its spending and thus risks severe inflation can force itself to ration the available money supply if it can’t make any more.

So, whilst no-one could force an independent Scotland to abandon sterling, a consequence of retaining it would be allowing monetary policy to be dictated by the UK government and restricting fiscal deficits to the size of available new sterling supplies. That’s not very independent, frankly. In fact, it’s probably less independent than the present degree of Scottish devolution.

On the other hand, starting a new currency involves a lot of irrecoverable sunk costs. These may be one-off, but they still need to be financed. And borrowing in the new currency would initially have to be very cautious, because otherwise its forex value could be volatile.

I don’t want to get started on the consequences of adopting the Euro. No, seriously, don’t ask.

Monday, 27 January 2020

Why are we still talking about a 'no-deal' Brexit?


I find it interesting how the term ‘no-deal Brexit’ is being redefined. It originally meant the UK leaving the EU without a leaving deal.

Now that we have a leaving deal, this apparently does not count as a deal and the definition of ‘no deal’ has been switched to refer to a trade deal.

It is worth pointing out that the UK leaves the EU on January 31st. Despite arguably flouting the wording of Lisbon Article 50 by so doing, the EU declined to discuss trade relationships before the UK left. Therefore, under the trade agreement definition of ‘no-deal’, there was never any prospect of the UK leaving the EU any other way.

We are not leaving the EU on December 31st. This is the date of the expiry of the transition period, a euphemism for a period when, although outside the EU, the UK continues to observe all EU rules.

This period was originally scheduled to run from April 2018. The various parliamentary delays prevented the UK leaving the EU on schedule in March 2018, but did not extend the transition period. Hence there is less time for trade negotiations than was intended. This is arguably a good thing, but that’s beside the point.

Brexit means leaving the EU. It does not mean subsequently securing a trade deal with the EU. The UK cannot change its mind about leaving if a trade deal fails to materialise by December 31st because we shall by that time have been out of the EU for 11 months.

So whatever happens in December, it will not be a ‘no-deal Brexit’.