In the new Kindle Serial Matador, a man wakes up screaming with a
bullet in his head, buried in a shallow grave. A single ticket to a bullfight is
his only clue to his troubled past. When the ticket leads him to British drug
runners who want him dead they are going to have to fight hard to take out the
Matador for good. Find out why Matadoris set in Spain’s Costa del Sol with this
guest post by author Ray Banks.
readers are demanding: "Enough of your grim northern cities, Ray. We want
some glamour! How about you set your next book somewhere exotic, eh?"
aim to please. That's why I set Matador
on Spain's Costa del Sol.
back when I was a bairn, the Costa del Sol was glamorous as hell. In the 70s,
package holidays had helped turn a fishing village like Fuengirola into a
bustling, stucco playground for the hedonist on a budget.
the 80s, some of those tourists had upped sticks and moved to Spain, building their
own white-walled ghettos and turning into intransigent John Bulls, shopping for
home brand goods in British-ruled Gibraltar, drinking their days away in the Red
Lion, watching Sky telly while picking at their flaking, sunburnt skin.
the early 90s, the expats even had their own soap opera named after the
legendary city of gold. Unfortunately, both soap opera and its golden promise
of an idyllic Iberian lifestyle were untenable fantasies. Thanks to the
collapse of the extradition treaty between Britain and Spain in 1978, those who
had fled the U.K. because of rising crime soon found themselves rubbing
shoulders with the likes of former Krays associate Ronnie Knight and Great
Train Robber Charlie Wilson while Clifford Saxe and Howard Marks ran drugs from
Morocco over the Gibraltar Strait.
Costa del Sol had become the Costa del Crime.
peccant paradise fed into the iconography of movies like Stephen Frears'
existential The Hit, Jonathan
Glazer's neo-noir classic Sexy Beast,
as well as the cinematic slurry that is Nick Love's The Business. There were barely literate, self-aggrandising memoirs
from former hard men and wannabe Godfathers. The British tabloids - suckers for
any story as long as it's coarse – lapped it up. But like everything else, it
Costa del Sol soap opera goes under a different title: The Young and the Vicious. Those old-school robbers and drug
runners are about as dangerous as a T-Rex on Meteor Day, struggling with
cirrhosis and new arrest warrants for ancient crimes (the extradition treaty
was renewed in 1984). That's if they make it to old age. Charlie Wilson was
shot dead in 1990, and now even the young Irish drug lords find themselves at
the mercy of military-trained Russian gangsters.
is the Costa del Sol of Matador. I
hope it's sexy enough for you.