It is my absolute and distinct pleasure to take the opportunity to give the reigns of Galleysmith over to Mr. Martin Chatterton today. As a former Floridian the story of how his book The Brain Finds a Leg (which shows the same humor and tone below) came to be holds a special place in my heart because I can totally picture the scenario he’s describing below. Please join me in giving Mr. Chatterton a very warm welcome.
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Martin Chatterton ‘The Brain Finds A Leg’
A few years ago in England – which is where I’m from originally- there was a TV ad for wood varnish which had the copyline ‘Does exactly what it says on the tin’. To some extent, ‘The Brain Finds A Leg’ is pretty much the same in that a character called ‘The Brain’ does, in fact, find a leg. That’s probably the only point of similarity I’d guess.

‘The Brain Finds A Leg’ is a well-travelled book. It began life when I was living in south west Florida at a place called Bonita Springs. To someone like me, raised in the grey drizzle of northern England (Liverpool, to be precise), moving to Florida was a revelation. They had sun! White sand beaches! Rum punch and blue ocean! Snowbirds and rednecks! After a while though I began to notice other things about the place.
I was playing golf one day –please don’t judge me, I only play about once a year, if that, and I’m very bad at wearing correct golfing attire (and while we’re on this subject, how come it’s only golf that has the word ‘attire’ naturally attached? You don’t ask your wife or husband what attire they’re going to be wearing for the PTA meeting, do you?). Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, golf. I was about to play a tricky chip shot from the sand trap on the par five 13th when I stepped on an alligator sunning itself just under the lip of the bunker. I say ‘stepped’, but what I mean is that I placed my foot on the creature’s tail and levitated spontaneously about eighteen feet in the air, squealing like an eight-year old girl who’d been sucking helium down for the past hour. Me and the alligator departed in separate directions, both feeling like they’d avoided contact with something repulsive.
The experience left me somewhat chastened. I had to have several stiff gin and tonics before I regained the natural sang froid that is as much a part of the average Englishman’s make-up as his tweed underpants or nylon soccer shirt. There were alligators on the course! Why wasn’t someone doing something about this? And then the penny dropped. It was us, not them, who were at fault. The gators had been rubbing along quite nicely for squillions of years until we came along and began playing golf in their backyard. If they want to grab some zees in the sand trap then it is they who are in the right, not me.
All of this gave me the start for ‘The Brain Finds A Leg’ which I conceived as both a ‘fish out of water’ story, the fish being The Brain, an expat 13 year-old detective, and as a comic detective thriller giving a nod and a wink to the immortal Carl Hiassen – who if he isn’t already Governor of Florida, should be before too long.
Time passed as it does and the Chatterton family moved back to the UK and then very quickly over to sunny Australia where we still remain.
A very lovely New York editor and writer friend of mine called David Levithan (who is busy right now zooming up the fame and success ladder in an extremely annoying fashion) was kind enough to put me in touch with some kind-hearted Australian book people. I was looking for another project to show one of them when ‘The Brain Finds A Leg’ popped into my mind. I promptly re-wrote it set in Australia – in Byron Bay to be precise – and the rest is history. For gators I substituted crocodiles, for retirees I substituted hippies (of which Byron has a ludicrously large stock). I kept the leg bit.
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Thank you Martin for taking the time to share your inspiration for The Brain Finds a Leg it’s been a pleasure hosting you. I’m very much looking forward to The Brain’s continuing adventures in The Brain Full of Holes forth coming in Spring 2010.
Be sure to watch for my review of The Brain Finds a Leg tomorrow here on Galleysmith.com.