All posts by Philip B. Williams

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Posted On Oktober 16, 2018By Philip B. WilliamsIn Crimemag, CrimeMag Oktober 2018

Philip B. Williams: My Arthur and Alfred Story

My Arthur and Alfred Story Philip B. Williams, an Englishman abroad, is sharing his memories with us. It’s a look at the world at the End of the British Empire, full of class consciousness.  The British crime novel – and not only the British . surely wouldn’t exist without it. Here are his musings No# 5. They are corresponding, somehow, with the end of WW 1… I. During last July’s breathless heat, I visited the grave of Arthur Styles, my granduncle.  It was in a quiet verdant cemetery surrounded by aRead More
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Posted On September 16, 2018By Philip B. WilliamsIn Crimemag, CrimeMag September 2018

Philip B. Williams: My Russian Story

My Russian Story Philip B. Williams, an Englishman abroad, is sharing his memories with us. It’s a look at the world at the End of the British Empire, full of class consciousness.  The British crime novel – and not only the British . surely wouldn’t exist without it. Here are his musing No# 4.  Anyone who has read Dostoevsky or Solzhenitsyn suspects there are seldom happy endings to Russian stories. I My Russian story starts with an awkward introduction to a famous Soviet author, Valentin Rasputin, at a formal reception inRead More
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Posted On August 15, 2018By Philip B. WilliamsIn Crimemag, CrimeMag August 2018

Philip B. Williams: In the Great Southwest

  My Road from Black Mesa Philip B. Williams, an Englishman abroad, is sharing his memories with us. It’s a look at the world at the End of the British Empire, full of class consciousness.  The British crime novel – and not only the British . surely wouldn’t exist without it. Here are his musing No# 3. This one is about redemption. I The first sound of trouble was when I heard the thwack-thwack-thwack of a helicopter heading towards our compound from over Navajo Mountain. At first, I assumed it was anotherRead More
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Posted On Juni 15, 2018By Philip B. WilliamsIn Crimemag, CrimeMag Juni 2018

Philip B. Williams: My Class

Gulf impassable, breach indescribable On the feelings of class inferiority and resentment. Crime novels, and not only they of British origins, surely wouldn’t exist without some class consciousness. The British Empire was defined by it. Our author has witnessed it all. More of his musings to follow. I It was the first week of January 1970 and I was finishing up my Ph.D. at University College London in Bloomsbury. It was damp and cold in the underground hydraulics laboratory, buried 6 feet below the neoclassical Gower street quadrangle[1]. The Carnaby StreetRead More
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Posted On Mai 15, 2018By Philip B. WilliamsIn Crimemag, CrimeMag Mai 2018

Essay: An Englishman abroad

My End of Empire by Philip B. Williams The British crime novel surely wouldn’t exist without some class consciousness. The British Empire was defined by it. Our author was witness to it’s end at a far away place. More of his musings to follow. Last October I went to a Halloween costume party. I dug out an authentic mildewed solar topee, original British army long khaki shorts, and a bedraggled bush jacket that had been moldering in my basement for decades and went dressed as a dissolute British District Commissioner beached inRead More