And the truth about lies is you can't live without them.
Not even the white ones.


Living with the Truth


Living with the Truth (book cover)

Picture, for a moment, Jonathan Payne, probably the last person in the world you would expect to be the lead character in anybody's novel, a faded old bookseller nearing the end of a wasted life. We meet him alone in his flat in a seaside town in the north of England just waiting on Death to knock at his front door.

But life has something else in store for poor Jonathan. Instead of Death he gets to spend an infuriating two days with the personification of truth who opens Jonathan's eyes to not only what his life has become but what it might have been. He discovers what he's missed out on, what other people are really thinking and the true nature of the universe which, as you might imagine, is nothing like he would have ever expected it to be.

By the end of the book, having learned far more about himself than he ever wanted to know, Jonathan finds out that it's usually never too late to start again. Only sometimes it is.

You can read an extract from the book here.

Click on any of the hyperlinks to read reviews of the book by Steve Kane, Gabriel Orgrease, Cheryl Anne Gardner, Denis Taillefer, BCF Book Reviews and Kay Sexton.

A bit about the writing of Living with the Truth


So, what drives someone to sit down and write a novel? I should be able to answer that one. And I've tried. I wasn't looking for fame and fortune. I simply had this idea and it wasn't a poem. But I didn't think it was a novel.

Objectively speaking, the subject matter was nothing new. I'd been writing poems about the nature of truth since I was thirteen. I was brought up to regard the existence of truth as a fundamental concept, something you could anchor the rest of your life to, but, as I grew older and began to be able to see behind the surface of things, I began to realise that truth was an ideal, it didn't work in the real world and it's biggest obstacle was people's inability to communicate even when they wanted to tell the truth; words get in the way of the truth.

I wrote the first draft of the story in my father's house on an old Atari ST computer; it took only a few weeks to complete and then I showed it to a few people at work. To my great surprise they liked it but they wanted more. Originally all the action took place on one day but a second day fleshed out things and a story was turning into a novel.

I pottered with it for five years before I realised it was finished and I found I'd written a novel.



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