Troubador Shamus Dust

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Released: 28/10/2019

ISBN: 9781838590437

eISBN: 9781838599867

Format: Paperback/eBook

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Shamus Dust

Hard Winter. Cold War. Cool Murder.

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Two candles flaring at a Christmas crib. A nurse who steps inside a church to light them. A gunshot emptied in a man’s head in the creaking stillness before dawn, that the nurse says she didn’t hear.

It’s 1947 in the snowbound, war-scarred City of London, where Pandora’s Box just got opened in the ruins, City Police has a vice killing on its hands, and a spooked councilor hires a shamus to help spare his blushes. Like the Buddha says, everything is connected. So it all can be explained. But that’s a little cryptic when you happen to be the shamus, and you’re standing over a corpse.

"Elegant and spare but still cloaks itself in a terrific atmosphere. I liked the backstreet whores and the tipster barbers; the gold-leaf dining rooms and the tenement bedrooms. For me, it rang of Chandler - a grey-skied, British 'Big Sleep'." -ATLANTIC BOOKS

The Audiobook of SHAMUS DUST will be released to reviewers in August along with the book and eBook. My thanks to John Reilly (CBS Radio, The Disney Channel and many others) whose reading captures the noir mood and rhythms beautifully. If you're a reviewer, please contact Matador's Sophie Morgan.

A modern wonder! Now you can listen to excerpts (as well as read them) on the SHAMUS DUST website. Click to hear John Reilly's private-eye narrator put you right in period from the get-go. A super recording too, with more excerpts being added as the audiobook progresses. Can't wait to hear how it ends!

Great excitement! The Audiobook is now in post-production, and the web site is ready for release. Also a message from John Reilly. Of his readiing of Newman, the private-eye who narrates Shamus Dust, he writes: "I really enjoyed taking on this character. I hope your readers (and listeners) like him as much as I do." Very many thanks, John, and all good wishes.

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Fully Booked

This is great - it’s elegant and spare but still cloaks itself in a terrific atmosphere. I liked the backstreet whores and the tipster barbers; the gold-leaf dining rooms and the tenement bedrooms. For me, it rang of Chandler - a grey-skied, British ‘Big Sleep’.

by Atlantic Books


A writer new to me but this was a highly impressive debut. Well written with lush descriptive prose, an original plot and an atmospheric description of post war London.

Hard to ask for much more - highly recommended.

by Greville


Really good debut novel. Everything is really well described. It was easy to immerse myself in post war London.

by Julie


An interesting story that has so many twists and turns it's a bit dizzying. Not another wannabe hardboiled tale, this story read very well and I found it compelling and very hard to put down.
Elegant, spare and well designed, everything is tied up and connected, and well worth the read!

by D


This is an author that I have not heard of, or read before. I found her style of writing very sophisticated and classic.

The books starts of in 1947, in the post war city of London, with a killing being investigated.

A book that you must read slowly and not rushed through. A very impressive debut for this author

by Rose


Shamus Dust is one of those unexpected surprises. When you open up this box, don't assume it's just another wannabe-Hardboiled tale. Set in post-war London with a third of the city bombed out ruins and folks still recovering from wartime separation, these dark gloomy streets are a treacherous warren of intrigue. Murder, corruption, scandal are here in force. And, it will take more than just ordinary wits to decipher what's up and who-done-it. Written in rich, thick prose that you could get lost in, this is a spectacular journey. Don't make the mistake of skimming anything, there's a lot on every page and all of it is important. Don't blink or you might miss something important. A very impressive debut indeed.

by Dave (Goodreads review)


Shamus Dust is one of those unexpected surprises. When you open up this box, don't assume it's just another wannabe-Hardboiled tale. Set in post-war London with a third of the city bombed out ruins and folks still recovering from wartime separation, these dark gloomy streets are a treacherous warren of intrigue. Murder, corruption, scandal are here in force. And, it will take more than just ordinary wits to decipher what's up and who-done-it. Written in rich, thick prose that you could get lost in, this is a spectacular journey. Don't make the mistake of skimming anything, there's a lot on every page and all of it is important. Don't blink or you might miss something important. A very impressive debut indeed.

by Dave


A fast paced novel, Shamus a American PI living and working in London and it's Christmas 1947. The story starts early on Christmas morning when a nurse "Miss Greer" on getting ready to work goes via St Barttholomew Churchs to light 2 candles on her way to work but it's the light that went out in the door way that she will remember the midst, and the fact it was one of her neighbours lying shot dead but she had lite her candles.
So our hero Shamus Newman has a call from a councillor to step in and help him there are secrets (but when aren't there) that would be very embarrassing if revealed. The dead man but only lived next to the nurse but enjoyed taking photos of men, the sort that today may not bat a eye lid however it was far from legal in the 1940s . Mind today I feel safe to say the wife may not have the same response as Joe Public and would today may still see red if the other half was with another make it female.. however that may not be the reason that the body count doesn't remain at 1 for long and the missing people giving the City Police a headache as well as Newman. .

So Newman does have a great sense of timing and is sat next to who appears to be victim number two as she is murdered but missed the killer all the same. Yes our hero has his faults or weaknesses as he finds does the stand in for the Forensic Medical Examiner Dr Swinford, a lady whom proves more helpful to Newman than perhaps is adviced but our hero has to have some good breaks. And a Lady Doctor at this time in history still needed friends and respect she duly deserved.

It's the 40s and a style a PI from across the pond will understand or associates with that era, well it's the style of the book with a good mix of London elites to add to the spice. The characters are quirky which you want (or I do anyway) fire this type of novel one that would have been hard to sell back then but now things are different, and this book is both entertaining and gripping and I think you may well love it I did and the ending a strike if genius from Janet our other hero the author.

by Dave W


I thoroughly enjoyed this very well written murder mystery set in 1947 London. The atmosphere and sense of place was spot on; the characters were well described and mostly interesting; the plotting is spot on. I did not know what 'shamus' was but the dictionary on kindle told me and explained one reason for the Americanisation of the spelling and choice of nouns. That is the one negative about this book for me as, for me, books set in London in 1947 should use English words and English spelling for a more authentic fee. Especially as Newman had been in London long enough to call the transport system 'underground' rather than subway. Excellent book despite this which took longer to read than expected for the page count; but highly recommended and gets one of my rare five stars.

by Sharyn


Really enjoyable and well written. I could almost taste the smoke in the air. Beautifully describes London during the blitz and keeps you reading rightup to the end.

by Sara


What a wonderful book. I only wish I had saved it to read on Christmas Eve as it starts on Christmas Day, 1947 London. Janet has such a beautiful descriptive way of writing that you feel like you're in an old Humphrey Bogart movie from the first page.

Thoroughly enjoyed the storyline, the atmosphere, and the characters.

Highly recommend.

by Patricia


“Lately, I’d lost the gift. As simple as that. Had reacquainted with nights when sleep stands in shrouds and shifts its weight in corner shadows, unreachable. You hear the rustle of its skirts, wait long hours on the small, brittle rumours of first light, and know that when they finally arrive they will be the sounds that fluting angels make.”

Every so often a book comes along that is so beautifully written and so haunting that a reviewer has to dig deep to even begin to do it justice. Shamus Dust by Janet Roger is one such. The author seems, as they say, to have come from nowhere. No previous books. No hobnobbing on social media. So who is Janet Roger? On her website she says:

“Janet Roger was apprehended for the first time at age three, on the lam from a strange new part of town. The desk sergeant looked stern, but found her a candy bar in his pocket anyway. Big mistake. He should have taken away her shoelaces. She’s been on the run ever since.”

Make of that what you will, but she goes on to admit that she is a huge Raymond Chandler fan:
“But what really got under my skin was Marlowe’s voice guiding me around the next street corner, and beyond it into a stale apartment block or a down and low bar. He invited me in to look over his shoulder, let me see the highs and the lows, talked me through them and then put me in the seat beside him to drive me home.”
So, what exactly is Shamus Dust? Tribute? Homage? Pastiche? ‘Nod in the direction of..’? ‘Strongly influenced by ..’? Pick your own description, but I know that if I were listening to this as an audio book, narrated in a smoky, world-weary American accent, I could be listening to the master himself. The phrase ‘Often imitated, never bettered’ is an advertising cliché and, of course, Janet Roger doesn’t better Chandler, but she runs him pretty damn close with a taut and poetic style that never fails to shimmer on the page.
Newman – he’s so self-contained that we never learn his Christian name – fled to to Britain during the Depression, had a ‘good war’ fighting Hitler, and now scratches a living as a PI in a shattered post-war London. It is late December 1947, and the cruelties of a bitter winter are almost as debilitating as Luftwaffe bombs. Newman is hired by a prominent city politician to minimise the reputational damage when a tenant in one of his properties is murdered.

Big mistake. Councillor Drake underestimates Newman’s intelligence and natural scepticism. Our man uncovers a homosexual vice ring, a cabal of opportunists who stand to make millions by rebuilding a shattered city, and an archaeological discovery which could halt their reconstruction bonanza.
There are more murders. The weather worsens. The clock ticks relentlessly towards 1948 as a battered but implacable Newman defies both the conspirators and corrupt coppers to see justice done. Along the way, he is helped – and entranced – by a young doctor, but she seems elusive and beyond his reach. As he goes about his grim business, however, he views London with eyes which may be weary, but still have laughter in them:

“..two paintings in the centre of each of the blank walls, one gray on white, the other white on gray to ring the changes. They might have been Picassos from his plumbing period, or a layout for steam pipes in an igloo; either way, they gave the room the all-round charm of an automated milking parlor.”
“At the street corner there was record store closed for lunch, with a sign over that read, Old Time Favourites, Swing, Hot Jazz, Popular, Classical, Opera and Foreign. The rest it was leaving to the opposition.”

By the end, Newman has played a game of chess in which his board has had most of the key pieces knocked off it by a succession of opponents not necessarily cleverer than he, but certainly with more power and fewer scruples. He survives the endgame – Janet Roger creates a divine metaphor in the final three pages – and his darkness is lifted by an extraordinary act of compassion and generosity to a fellow pawn in the cruel game. I started with Newman’s voice. Let him have the final say as he raises a glass to his lost doctor.

“Waiters ghosted. The company men were long gone. My table was cleared excpt for the glass in my hand. I held it up to the light, turned it round through a hundred shades of red, and wished the doctor all the good luck in the world. Then drank and set the empty glass on its side and called Alekhine over for the check.”

by David Prestige (Fully Booked)


A most complex and interesting story set in the ruins of London at the end of WWII. An American left over from the war sets himself up as a PI and obtains a commission from a City Councillor to investigate the murder of a tenant of a property that he owns. It turns out that the victim was operating a sleazy racket that also involved blackmail. As the investigation unfolds more people are murdered and gradually treachery, corruption and fraud is unearthed that involves people in high places. A bit difficult to read as it jumps a bit and is written somewhat in the style of Raymond Chandler. However it’s a real page turner exciting and full of surprises giving a most satisfying read

by William


Set in London in the aftermath of the second world war, Shamus Dust is a masterly historical thriller/police procedural. Janet Roger is utterly convincing in her depiction of a bombed-out London, still on rations, with shortages the norm, but with the opportunities of re-building and re-growth exciting the attention of some very unsavoury characters. An excellent book, and an author worth following.

by Sarah


Janet Roger

Janet Roger was apprehended for the first time at age three, on the lam from a strange new part of town. The desk sergeant looked stern, but found her a candy bar in his pocket anyway. Big mistake. He should have taken away her shoelaces. She's been on the run ever since.


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