Deptford Station, circa 1968
'I'm a dog,' he said. 'A mangy old mutt. I do what mutts do. I do what they tell me, then come back with my tongue hanging out for more. I'm a fucking mutt.'
It's been a long time coming, but Frank's Wild Years has a home with crime/noir publisher Caffeine Nights. I'm looking forward to getting 'Frank' out in the world and making some noise this autumn, but in the mean time, here's an extract from the Caffeine Nights newsletter, published yesterday. I'll keep you posted.
"Caffeine Nights is delighted to announce the signing of Nick Triplow for the publication of his fabulous edgy thriller, 'Frank’s Wild Years'. The book, set in London and Humberside, gives a nod to the Ted Lewis novel 'Jack’s Return Home' which was subsequently re-titled when made into one of the best modern crime films of our generation, starring Michael Caine in the eponymous 'Get Carter'.
Nick’s book takes us back to the faded glamour of past decades and the gritty present. 'Frank’s Wild Years' will be published in the autumn and is a must for all crime fiction lovers."