When I was a teenager, the wealth of stories my mother raised me on began to resonate more deeply. All of them — memories of her youth — were exciting, romantic, and drenched in settings that cried out to be immortalised by literature or cinema. By then, I was already writing humble novellas, short stories [...]
Peter Fox was my mother’s fiancé, murdered in Cyprus in 1956. His remains have rested in an unmarked grave for nearly seventy years: his bones buried deep under the hard, hot soil of the British Cemetery of Nicosia. These past seventy years, Peter has been nothing more than a missing name, a missing stone, a [...]
My would-be father was murdered at the age of thirty. Peter Donald Fox, British journalist, shot dead on the beautiful island of Cyprus, the place where the goddess of love was born. But the terrorist who killed Peter was full of hate, not love. I don’t know what kind of gun he used, because the [...]
To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part… No doubt you recognise those timeless words. Perhaps you recited them at your wedding, or heard them recited at someone else’s wedding. But [...]
“New book recalls death of journalist murdered by terrorist in Cyprus” A couple of weeks ago I approached a journalist on the Lancashire Evening Post with a proposal. No, not marriage (hope he wasn’t disappointed), but rather, to write a feature about the true facts behind my recently published novel, Infinite Stranger. Much to my [...]
Eleven years ago today, my mother died. Sixty-six years ago, her fiancé was murdered. Ten years ago, the first ideas for my book were forged. Today, memories can live on via the pages of my semi-autobiographical novel, Infinite Stranger. My mother – the real character of Molly Williams in my book - was a charmer. [...]
Sixty-five years ago today, the world lost a remarkable young man who could almost have been my father, but never quite made it. Peter Donald Fox, 30-year-old journalist from Preston in Northern England, with a bright future ahead of him. When he visited a friend in Cyprus in December 1956, Peter had no idea that [...]
Wendy Skorupski 