This week on the Showcase, my guest is David Pipe, another of the great Indie authors I’ve found since I started my publishing journey.


Something to Say



I wrote my first two books, Sacrificing Starlight and Henry’s Tale, for my dad. My dad was a hero. Lloyd George said he’d build ‘Homes fit for Heroes’ after the war to end all wars. My dad served in the next one. When he got home the house was there. Three up, two down and windowpanes so thin there was ice on them in winter; on the inside. We heated the water with a coke-fired boiler and had a coal shed, next to the downstairs loo, where once a fortnight the coalman tipped anthracite out of heavy, black sacks which he carried on his back down the path from his lorry. In winter we were scrubbed in a zinc bath in front of the kitchen boiler. The milkman left milk in glass bottles on the shiny, red doorstep and the baker delivered fresh bread every day. The butcher came once a week and took the order for the next.

Dad served in the Royal Air Force in the war. He was stationed in Alexandria. He acquired hero status by flogging stuff from the military stores to the locals. I don’t think the air chief marshal was in on the deal.

There were twelve houses in our street; the front doors always open. Most of the dads were ex-RAF. There was never any money left over so they all kept kitchen gardens. Help was only across the fence if you needed a spade or a dibber.

There must be something about war which suddenly produces loads of kids. By 1958 we could have fielded two cricket teams and both umpires. We played in the street; in those days there were hardly any cars. The offside was a bit short which meant risking neurotic John’s roses and our only tennis ball with a square cut.

I have an elder brother so I was eleven before I got my own trousers and twelve before, one magical Sunday morning, we went to Middlesex market with Uncle Tom and bought a second-hand bike; my Gresham Flyer. Uncle Tom knew a man who knew a man; you get the gist.

This isn’t poor. This is rich. Coming from not having much makes you angry when you see how much of life is wasted.

To convince my parents I wasn’t going to starve when they were no longer around to feed me I took the academic route, following the holy grail of ‘career’; grammar school, university, a poorly-paid job in pharmaceutical research; a lost love, growing disquiet.

Then I gave it all up and emigrated to South Africa; a new start, better prospects, apartheid. The perfect place for a young man who cut his teeth on the rules of working class equality. After playing in a mixed-race football match I had a visit from a black officer from the feared Bureau of State Security, who alluded to the various disappearing acts the South African government could perform without the use of a rabbit or a top hat.

Being far away from wherever or whatever doesn’t solve your problems; you always take your baggage with you; more disquiet.

When in 1977 the shit hit the fan, I left them to their civil war, took my cash and did a PhD at an elite London college. Post Docs in Switzerland and France, twenty years in the oil industry, more disquiet, president of an international trade association with headquarters in Brussels, trying to balance industry and politics, extreme disquiet, until the day came when life raised its voice and I had no choice but to listen.

When I came out of the stroke unit, physically unscathed, the world I knew had disappeared. So I left it where it was; end of career.

We bought a Border terrier puppy, Henry, whose job it was to get me out and about again, which he did. Between him looking after me and me looking after him I started writing.

After twenty How To books and two years struggling in an online literature group I discovered Stephen King’s On Writing; my bible. In one of my notebooks, overflowing with impressions, I had a story. I’d been on a bike tour and my last night was in a B & B where the landlady greeted me with tea and her life story, which culminated with her son committing suicide when he was twenty years old, twenty-five years previously.

So I asked the King question: what would happen if… this lady kept travellers prisoner as a replacement for her lost boy? I also used the King method; no plotting, because if I know what’s going to happen on the next page then the reader will soon work it out. You just put a couple of characters on the paper, they decide what happens and you write down what they do. Yes, it works.

I moved the scene from my B & B in Essex to Cornwall, where I had lived for one year; lonely moors and a wild coastline, where Mavis Penrose keeps Danny Parish, a young man on a bike tour, prisoner in a disused tin mine under her B & B. When Danny hears noises he thinks they are rats. They are small children. And so, Danny tapped into my abhorrence of child abuse. There is no greater crime than destroying a child. With the help of my brilliant editor Helen Baggott, the original 150,000 words were distilled down to 76,000 and produced Sacrificing Starlight.

Sacrificing Starlight is not for the faint-hearted. It was exhausting to write so the next book had to be something lighter.

I have loved, and learned a lot from, my little Border terrier during the last ten years.

So the next question was, what do dogs think of us? A light-hearted poke at the ‘must have’ society. An Amazon review: ‘…it kept me turning the pages right to the ending, a very satisfactory ending in which the good are rewarded and Henry’s horrible mama is left lamenting.

Sacrificing Starlight is a thriller. Henry’s Tale is adult, canine comedy; a different genre. I know, tabu.

Should I stick to one genre and churn out mechanical stories which get reviews likeexcept this time he’s produced a book that hardly moves said storyline along?

Is switching genre tabu? Philip Roth didn’t think so, nor does Cormac McCarthy, Stephen King, Isabelle Allende or Margaret Atwood.

I can only write when I have something to say, and I have something to say.






Sacrificing Starlight
















Henry’s Tale










The ‘About David’ page of my website.



Thanks, David for a great post. I hope you all enjoyed it. Your childhood sounded a lot like mine in many ways, although mine was in the 1960’s, change was a lot slower then.

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8 Responses

  1. Joy Lennick

    Most interesting man and post. Thank you Richard. I really like this author – his authenticity comes through his writing…What a fascinating life David Pipe has had. Obviously intelligent and a dog lover…I must buy one of his books. But which one? Thanks again. Cheers! Joy Lennick

  2. Adele Marie Park

    wow, I was glued to every word, what a life story and how you came to write, wow. I love Henry. We have a border collie cross Shepherd and he is our world. Thanks for the interview it was great to read.

    • Richard Dee

      Thanks for the comment, I’m glad you’re enjoying the Showcase posts. Don’t forget to check out the others, there are some fascinating stories.

  3. Joy Lennick

    Hi Richard, I was commissioned to write my first two books way back in 1984/5 by a mainstream publisher, Kogan Page Ltd., of London. Both modest and factual, one was reprinted and did very well. I was delighted. Fast forward to the 2000’s (business and child rearing in between) boy….hadn’t things changed! I’m a technical nerd, so say no more…Despite all, I managed to have many poems and short stories included in various anthologies via WordPLay and Writers’ Ink groups, etc., and won lst prize for a short story in an International (Torrevieja, Spain) competition, which lead to writing more books. Although my memoir ‘My Gentle War’ was set at No.1 in the social history and memoir category, and had good reviews, the sales were disappointing, and my only novel ‘The Catalyst’ – although praised, also didn’t sell well. TC was based on a true story (one of the train terrorist bombings in London in 2005) with fictional characters. I polished ‘From the Prairie to Passchendaelle’ for a friend, and edited my husband’s book ‘A Life Worth Living,’ more recently co-writing ‘Where Angels & Devils Tread’ a collection of short stories; and the last one: ‘The Moon is Wearing a Tutu’ with my husband. It’s a slim volume of humorous poems and jokes. Being an eclectic writer may be the reason for slow sales? If you could promote any of my books, I’d be most grateful. I’d be more than happy to send excerpts should they be needed. Thanks again, Sincerely Joy Lennick

    • Richard Dee

      Hi and thanks for the comments, I’ve sent you an email about a slot on the Showcase. Richard.

    • Richard Dee

      I’m getting some great guests on the Showcase, I’m glad I started it.

  4. David Pipe

    Hello Joy, if you’ve got nerves of steel read Sacrificing Starlight; if you are bilingual in English/Essex read Henry’s Tale, but only if you prefer your dog to your credit card.