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A Snowstorm in Featherston
A Snowstorm in Featherston
A Snowstorm in Featherston
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Rohort a best seller writer has slipped. A Snowstorm etc is his last readable effort. It's a scathing testimony to police incompetence. Answers are sought. First there's love failure. "All I am to you is just somewhere to park the prick". Is the valediction.. Some detection is attempted, more failure. He's outwitted by a homeless man. His confidence is shaken, his writing skills desert him.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherRobin Young
Release dateApr 18, 2016
ISBN9781310633508
A Snowstorm in Featherston
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Robin Young

I was born in London UK in 1936. I was educated at Lancing college in Sussex I left school and worked in my family's business for 12 months, then I was called up into the armed forces for two years, national service. I immigrated to New Zealand a few years after being demobbed. I trained and worked as an accountant. The tobacco smoke in the offices did not agree with my health and sitting at a desk all day was not agreeable. I borrowed a lot of money and set up and ran a boarding house business. I catered for people from the city mission and the prisoners aid. It may not have been highly remunerative but I was happy doing it. I cycle, have a large kitchen garden, keep chickens and have fruit trees. I have cycle toured nationally and in Europe. I have walked in the hills, in New Zealand it's rugged in the back country, at times (often) very steep. It's fun. My writing efforts have been spasmodic. I failed school C English the first time and scraped through the next year. I had what I believed to write ideas a sense of humor and fluency but my writing skills were zilch, (negat).I had no confidence in my writing skills they had brought a number of bollockings, I couldn't read till I was nearly nine. Perseverance raised my game. Also my wife worried that I read nothing so we found something that I would want to read, the Economist magazine. I have had a subscription since 1969. I also read the occasional book, invariably non fiction. I have had no formal guidance with English since I left school. We have four adult children, three are graduates. They are not criminals or alcoholics thank someone or something. I have written about the hazards of having children. The possibilities of what can happen. It has been described as brave writing but well researched. Trudging through the science section of the economist has done that. I have a dog and walk every day. I don't drink liquor, smoke or even drink tea or coffee, just boiled flavorless water. I have very good health. I think that's enough for now

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    A Snowstorm in Featherston - Robin Young

    A Snowstorm in Featherston

    By Robin Young

    Copyright 2016 Robin Young

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    I’d been lent a book a whodunit, but there was something about it. It was different to most whodunits the sleuth wasn’t confident, wasn’t sure of herself. She was younger than usual, had the looks and of course a companion and sessions without pants interspaced the probings and the delvings.

    But there was still something, couldn’t put my finger on it.

    The endings were alright, no nerve wracking finish, the villains still at large and the final page looming.

    And yet there was still something.

    I thought of John then I thought why hadn’t I thought of John sooner.

    He was a specialist, whodunits were his field. He knew every blade of grass, yes

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