Sailor to Author

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People have said that the little plug for The Umbrella Men at the foot of the last post (Criminal Activity) was not sufficient to announce the transformation – if you’ve been paying attention, you’ll know why – of this site from sailor’s to author’s blog.  If you want to know why I wrote The Umbrella Men, it is explained in the article in this week’s (1-6 April) Big Issue.  You can read it below – but go out and buy the magazine anyway, it’s a good cause. 

I’m terrible at parties; I can’t ‘circulate’.  It just seems so rude to change conversational groups: you must either slope off hoping no-one will notice, which is unlikely, or make an excuse – and mine always come out sounding like, ‘I’ve just seen someone more interesting than you, so am off to talk with them instead’.  So I normally end up stuck talking to the dullest person at the party, the socially more able people (which is everyone else) having successfully ‘circulated’ away.

Oh, hang on – maybe that means I am the dullest person at the party…

So, I’m going to let you in on a secret of mine. Call it Carter’s First Law of Social Awkwardness. It’s got me through many potentially disastrous situations of this sort, and states that: Everyone, including the dullest person in the room, knows something that you don’t. Make it your task is to find out what it is, and you won’t be bored. This works because:

  1. You might learn something, always a good thing and
  2. You will end up talking with someone about the one topic on which they are an expert: themselves.

Carter’s First Law of Social Awkwardness is based in the commonly-held belief that ‘everyone has a book in them’. Fortunately, perhaps, most of these books will never be written. People have neither the skills nor the time. The Umbrella Men, my first novel, was written because suddenly I didhave the time.

I made myself redundant.  No, that sounds like I had more say in the matter than was the case; I was forced to make myself redundant. And the circumstances of it made me angry, which – with an associated need for catharsis – gave me the motivation as well as the opportunity to write the book.

My enforced self-redundancy was the consequence of a corporate loan taken out with a major bank in 2007, just before all the Lehman Brothers stuff kicked off. The long story is fictionalised in The Umbrella Men; to cut it short, the lending bank was going rapidly and spectacularly bust and turned on its small business clients in a vain attempt at repairing its balance sheet. In the resulting chaos companies went under, people lost their livelihoods, marriages failed, suicides were contemplated. As CEO of one of these small bullied borrowers the buck stopped with me, so the solution involved my asking myself to leave the company.

That I, as a taxpayer, was then forced to play my part in saving that same bank, and that not a single senior banker faced criminal charges anywhere for this global banker fluster-cluck so massive we’re still living with the consequences, only heightened my need to get this story out of me and onto the page.

The title – The Umbrella Men – pays homage to Mark Twain, who said, ‘A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella while the sun is shining, then wants it back the minute it begins to rain.’   It has been estimated that the Financial Crisis – which should be called the Bankers’ Crisis – of 2007-2009, cost taxpayers globally an additional $1 trillion in tax.  That’s $1,000,000,000,000 – a THOUSAND BILLION dollars. You can build quite a few hospitals, homeless shelters and schools with that… Add to that the additional debt and indirect costs­ – and the number can be multiplied. This was a crisis kindled in the depths of the ‘master of the universe’ investment banking world, yet those financial geniuses scarcely missed a bonus-clad beat.

Not that I am against bankers; far from it.  I was a banker myself once. It was a long time ago and I was a lot younger… The reason I am ’fessing up in this way is that this part of my history gives me an unusual (for an author) perspective on the banking scandal and the motivations – business and otherwise – that caused it. In other words, The Umbrella Men is informative as well as entertaining.

One of the great things about writing fiction is that you can make things happen with a few strokes of your keyboard. The Umbrella Menis not a moralising book, but in it we do see some very deserving people financially ruined – satisfying, but perhaps not true to our smug élite-protectionist world. The Umbrella Menis not a violent book, but some very deserving legs do get broken. These parts are, sadly, pure fiction.

What I am against is the misbehaviour of the powerful against the weak, and in 2007-9 too often powerful banks behaved – especially when their own survival was threatened – as bullies.  The Umbrella Men retells the story from the unusual perspective of some of the victims.

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