The Last Post

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Michael Ridpath in the Berserkjahraun
This is my last post on this blog.

I started my Writing In Ice blog in October 2020, four years ago. Most of the posts relate to my research on Iceland for my Magnus series of crime novels. I have also published some guest posts about Iceland, especially by other authors of Icelandic crime novels. I have enjoyed writing this blog; I hope you have enjoyed reading it.

There are two reasons for stopping now. One is that after four years I am running low on material. The other – related – reason is that Whale Fjord will be my last Magnus novel for a while, so my attention will be turning away from Iceland. Not forever. I firmly intend to write more Magnus novels in the future and look forward to reacquainting myself with Iceland when the time comes. It's possible I may restart posting here at that point.

So what's next? I have begun writing a new series. A British First World War veteran and a young female American foreign correspondent solve murders around the capitals of Europe in the 1930s. They start in Berlin in 1930, then they move on to Vienna in 1931 and so on. Of my existing novels, these books will probably most resemble The Diplomat's Wife.

If you are already on my mailing list, I will send you an email before the first of these novels is published. If you are not on my email list you can click here to sign up. Otherwise, you can check my website at www.michaelridpath.com.

By the way, the photograph above is a picture of me in the middle of the Berserkers' Lava Field, telling their story to a bunch of bemused crime writers.

To those of you who have followed my blog from the beginning, thank you! And if you have just stumbled upon it on the web, I hope we will bump into each other again.

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