Peter May

(born December 1951 - ) - Glasgow

Peter May is a novelist, originally from Glasgow but now living and working in France. He started out as a journalist, studying at the Edinburgh College of Commerce, and winning the Fraser Award aged just 21 for his writing. He was named Scotland's Young Journalist of the Year in 1973. He wrote for The Scotsman and the Glasgow Evening Times, before moving to the BBC to write full-time for television in 1978.

His first novel, The Reporter, was published in 1977, which he adapted for television as the 13-part series The Standard. He wrote a number of television dramas, and co-created the Gaelic language serial Machair. Peter May returned to novel writing with the China Thrillers series of novels; one of the books, Snakehead, won the Prix Intramuros prize in France in 2007. May is an honorary member of the Chinese Crime Writers Association.

A second series of novels, The Enzo Files, is set in France. May meticulously researches the background to his novels, regularly visiting China, and even setting himself up as a virtual private eye in Second Life to research the background to Virtually Dead. His latest series of novels, The Lewis Trilogy, is set on the Isle of Lewis, and begins with The Blackhouse, published in 2011. The novel has already won the 2010 Prix des Lecteurs in France.

Peter May is married to writer Janice Hally, and lives in South West France.

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The Blackhouse
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'The Blackhouse' is a murder mystery that explores the darkness in our souls, and just how difficult it is to escape the savagery of the past.
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The Blackhouse
Peter May - Hardback - Quercus
'The Blackhouse' is a murder mystery that explores the darkness in our souls, and just how difficult it is to escape the savagery of the past.
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The Lewis Man
Peter May - Hardback - Quercus
A body is recovered from a peat bog on the Isle of Lewis. The male Caucasian corpse is initially believed by its finders to be over 2000 years old, until they spot the Elvis tattoo on his right arm. The body, it transpires, is not evidence of an ancient ritual killing, but of a murder committed during the latter half of the 20th century.