Murder is the furthest thing from Stephen’s mind. When he pocket’s a ten pound note lying on the floor of the grocer’s shop he thinks his luck must be turning for the better. Regrettably he doesn’t have a crystal ball. Otherwise, he might have foreseen Archie Stewart taking an interest in him and his new found wealth, and all the trouble that would bring.
Set in Scotland during the nineteen-sixties, Small Fish Big Fish is a gripping tale of the struggles of young people to understand and come to grips with their places in life.
Hope, loyalty and love are tested to the limit in this thrilling coming of age drama.
WHAT READERS SAY
"Small Fish Big Fish is an absorbing, well crafted novel that follows Stephen as he navigates through a series of difficult obstacles placed before him. There are a number of memorable characters that enter the story: D, Julie, Archie, and many others, and I found that as the story moved along I became more invested in the outcome of the plot and the fate of the characters."
"Small Fish Big Fish meticulously, deliberately, and powerfully describes the chain of events that the decisions and actions of both the protagonist and the antagonist—whether made for the right reasons or wrong—have on themselves, on their neighbors, friends, and those they love. The reader is brought along the journey, and left to confront the gut-wrenching question—what would I do, given their situation?
Archie turned towards them, his face flushed with anger. ‘Where’s the rest of it? This can’t be all you took this week. Fifty-three lousy quid!’ His voice broke as he grasped McIntyre by his shirt. ‘C’mon, tell me, where’s the rest of it?’ He slapped the barely conscious man across the face.
Stephen grabbed hold of Archie’s arm as he swung it backwards for a second hit. ‘No!’ He struggled to hold Archie back and looked defiantly into his eyes. ‘Can’t you see he’s had enough? There isn’t any more. He would have told you by now.’
Archie pulled free of Stephen’s grasp and his fist struck McIntyre like a sledgehammer. As the shopkeeper’s head hit the floor, Archie grabbed his shirtfront and shook him violently. Stephen wrapped his arms around Archie and struggled to drag him backwards. Archie lashed out with his boot at McIntyre’s inert body. ‘Enough, for God’s sake! He’s an old man. You’ll kill him,’ Stephen screamed. Archie swatted him away and Stephen careened across the small room, crashed into the corner of the safe and sank to the floor. Spasms of pain wracked his back.
Archie’s jaw twitched when he heard this. He hated his parents, but as he listened to Tianyi, it dawned on him he had been denied something special. It made him angry - enough to want to strike out, hurt, and make someone pay. ‘My mother’s a bleeding sot. Do you know what that means? She abandoned us when I was just a kid, eight or nine years old. Oh, I know she had it hard with the old man, but did she think Trish and I had it bloody easy? Every time Dad got pissed he took it out on us. He mostly beat up on me—he just ignored Trish. I know he hates me. I didn’t understand it back then, but later I realized he blamed me for every rotten thing that ever happened to him.
‘Why? I forced it out of him one night when I was old enough to stand up to him, and he was drunk enough not to care. He says he’s not my father. At least, he thinks he’s not my father.’ Archie’s face was expressionless as he continued. ‘He told me Judy, that’s my mum, gave it out to just about anybody when she was young. That was the only reason he fancied her―the sex. A real whore she was, and she didn’t stop after they were married.’ He laughed bitterly. “I wish he wasn’t my father. I told him to look in the mirror—stupid sod.’
Julie caressed the back of his neck and Stephen’s nervousness disappeared, replaced by a sense of contentment, of being in the right place at the right time, and with the right person. He was filled with delight when she put both arms around his neck and laid her head against his shoulder. He responded by holding her so tightly, they found it difficult to move.
She laughed in his ear.
Stephen felt as though he had discovered the secret to happiness. Her laugh filled him with unfamiliar but agreeable sensations, but the strength of his feelings both delighted and frightened him. In the back of his mind, a small voice insisted he didn’t deserve this. There was no way someone as beautiful as Julie could feel that way about him.
Tianyi's mother had protested the vessel was too small, little more than a wooden fishing trawler, but her father replied she knew nothing of the sea, and the captain had assured him he had made the journey many times without incident. ‘We have no choice in any case,’ he had said. ‘I have paid the money. Either we go now or we stay and starve.’
Her mother gripped Tianyi’s hand so tightly she squirmed. Her younger brother Shiou was hanging onto his father’s coat, wiping the tears from his eyes, and trying to appear brave. Tianyi thought she would always remember that moment: the despair of her mother, and the resolution that shone from her father’s eyes.
PJ McDermott lived in Ferguslie Park, the setting for his debut novel, Small Fish Big Fish, until he was fifteen. At twenty-one he went back to study full-time at Langside College, and from there to Glasgow University, graduating Bachelor of Science.
A regular on the Scottish Folk Club circuit, PJ played guitar and sang with his friends and cousins for pocket money. He lived in Paisley until, at the age of twenty-six, he met and married Sue, who convinced him to return with her to Australia, a move he has never regretted.
PJ lives with his wife in Melbourne. They have two beautiful daughters, and two seriously cheeky grandchildren.
COURAGE. PASSION. LOVE. HEARTBREAK.
The thrilling and thought-provoking story that echoes the uncertainties and hopes of youth. Set in 1965 Scotland.
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