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On Wednesday evening (from 6:30pm) 23rd November at the Crescent Arts Centre, Belfast ARTHUR’S DEAD will receive its first public airing – perhaps you would like to be there?

The following is the book’s blurb:




Arthur’s Dead is the latest novel from the new Irish writer Thomas Jobling.  Although a (small) step away from his usual writings on competitive sailing, for this novel he has produced a gripping tale of tragic romance, but has nevertheless, remained faithful to his genre of ‘nautical fiction’.

The acclaimed writer and journalist, Martina Devlin said of his work; ‘A dramatic story with gripping seas scenes.’

Set in the near present, Arthur’s Dead features three lead characters: husband and wife, Arthur and  Bronagh McKitterick-Kirk, and … a boat – which at best is jinxed, or worst case, could hold within it something much more sinister.  Other prominent characters include Bronagh’s younger brother Paddy O’Connell, the Coxswain of the lifeboat – Detective Sergeant Florence McPeake, Justin deBruin, PJ and a ‘fat English git’ also figure large as the tale develops.  It is no secret that Arthur dies, the question is; how, and why?

‘Jobling’s knack of good character building shines throughout this tale of (nautical) deception’ wrote Debbie McGrory, presenter at NVTV’s Novel Ideas Arts Programme. arthurs-dead_cover_final

As well as creating a thrilling story, the author – as only a skilled yachtsman could do – has also wrapped around this chilling tale, a panorama of wondrous beauty in the depiction of both the Galloway and Irish coasts. In intricate detail he draws the reader into the attractions of boating, and indeed spends time lovingly discussing the craft in question … and indeed the inherent dangers of life afloat, if ‘rules’ are disregarded.  Arthur McKitterick-Kirk had little time for rules…

Throughout, Arthur’s Dead carves a deep and moving commentary on the up’s and downs of volatile relationships, and volatility was something that the KK’s (as they were affectingly known around marina and yacht club scene) had in abundance. When trust has been swamped by the cancers of jealousy and alcohol induced assumption, this tale enters very dark waters indeed…

The tale opens in Northern Ireland, develops on the shores of Strangford Lough and in Portpatrick, but ends in dramatic fashion at a County Dublin quayside.

This is very much, a tragic romance.

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