About the Author
A Black Country native, Jay Stringer was raised on pulp fiction, comic books, morgue humor, music, and films. He found inspiration for Old Gold in his UK homeland and the postindustrial region where he grew up. Currently living in Glasgow, he has been published in The Mammoth Book of Best British Crime, volumes 8 and 9, and considers his works to be pieces of “social pulp.” Alongside writing, Stringer has been a zookeeper, a bookseller, a video editor, and a call center lackey. Old Gold is his first novel.
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A Note From Jay Stringer
Some people hate their home town, some love it. One way or another we’re all formed by it, and wherever I go, I’m taking the English Midlands with me. It’s like letting the world in on a secret.
It has a population the same size as Scotland, but it doesn’t have a devolved government of its own. It has a strong identity, but also gets buried amidst the media’s attempts to make everywhere into London.
In the Midlands factories got closed. Mines got filled. Generations lost their jobs and their futures. What happens when industry collapses in an industrial region?
Many say there isn’t a gun culture in Britain. If you’ve lived in this area with your eyes open, you’ve seen things that the national press just doesn’t want to cover. There’s been an ongoing gang war in Birmingham for over 20 years. A real war with a real body count. And it's getting worse; where once it was a few gangs fighting to control the drug trade and nightclubs, now it's any number of young men with guns, fighting over streets and post codes.
But you wouldn’t know any of this by picking up any of the nation’s newspapers. There’s nothing in anyone’s interest to report on people dying in the midlands. They’re the wrong class, the wrong colour and have the wrong accent.
The IRA had a strong presence in the area during ‘the troubles,’ but what happened after that? More than once I’ve been in an Irish pub when the man came collecting for ‘the cause.’ The whole world knows the story of how freedom fighters became terrorists, but does anyone want to hear the next chapter?
How about the Asian gangs who grew up in the eighties to defend their communities? Twenty years later they were sitting on top of drug empires and causing trouble for a fresh wave of immigrants. How did that happen? More stories; the pub bombings of the seventies, the race riots of the 80′s, the persecution of the Roma.
I want to write about a place that matters to me and to hopefully make you laugh, make you reel and make you think- after I’ve entertained you. Faithless Street
and Old Gold
are my attempts at a first person detective story of sorts. Pulp fiction, first and foremost, but they will sneak in some social fiction if you look the other way. It tells of a half-gypsy gangland detective. If you’re a businessman looking to find a statue of a falcon or a family looking for a missing toddler, you need not apply to Eoin Miller. If you’re a drug lord looking for a missing stash, or an illegal immigrant looking to stop a rapist, then he might be the man for you. He is very happy ignoring the world, his friends and his family. He’s doing a very nice job of learning to bury his conscience. He will take your money and find something you’ve lost, and then he will walk away.