Follow the Money – and lots of other stuff, too, if you want to be convincing, by Elizabeth Kay
Ever since the financial crash of 2008, money has become a
far more popular topic in fiction, and the TV series Follow the Money had us on the edge of our seats as it dealt with
financial malpractice. However, the fact that they were talking in kroner made it timeless for us Brits! How you deal with money in fiction is an interesting
topic on its own, though. Times change, and if we could predict how some of us would be a lot richer
than we are. If you’re writing a book that you expect to be of zero interest in
three years’ time then the issue isn’t a critical one. But if you’re hoping that
people will carry on reading it and regard it as contemporary, rather than historical,
the scenario is somewhat different. The examples I’m giving here aren’t all e-books,
as we’re dealing with past publications, but that’s why they’re relevant. Missing Link was finally published

Missing Link.
Cheap and trashy. Twenty million viewers each week, worldwide. Low-budget sets,
and real feelings. Fifty minutes of real joy, real despair, real laughter, real
tears. The idea was simple: turn the entire population into snoops, and make it
worth their while when they came up with something juicy. Unexpected scandals
were even more popular than unexpected windfalls.
This was
the run-through.
The title sequence appeared on the big
screen at the rear of the set; a car being towed by a truck. The tow-chain
snapped and the vehicles parted company, careering off in different directions.
The title materialised, and then fragmented.
Spliff
grinned. “Hello everyone. It’s Saturday the twenty-seventh of June, the year’s
2020, and England
have been drawn against Karetsefia. Welcome to this edition of Missing Link, the investigative chatshow,
and the last one of the series. My name’s Spliff, and as usual I think we’ve
got a few surprises in store. You know the form – two subjects who’ve never met, their life
histories, and an unexpected tie-in at the end...”
This opening solved the problem of getting the date right,
but European countries were changing their names, and the old borders in the
USSR were being reinstated. Who knew what countries might exist twenty years
hence? So I invented Karetsefia, which I then used in a later book, Beware of Men with Moustaches, which the
same publisher accepted and then pulled out of doing adult books altogether,
which was how I started on e-publishing. Coming back to the money, though – the
average cost of a house in the UK in 1996 was £70,626. Today it is 189,901. Average
annual income in 1996 was £10,750. Today it is £26,500. Giving an actual amount
of money in a book is unwise – who knows when inflation will take hold again?
Or deflation, for that matter? I don’t know if anyone remembers a film called the OneMillion Pound Note, but the idea today that a million pounds is an impossibly huge sum of money is laughable. Some people earn that in a week. These days, I tend to say things like: it was worth as much as a four-bedroom detached house in Surrey, or, a kilo of tomatoes, depending on the context.

Fashion. We’re lucky today, in that you can pretty much
wear what you like. If it’s flares and desert boots you can simply claim to be
retro. A codpiece and a ruff might be a bit tricky, mind you.
Wildlife. Yes, you do need to think about it. When I was
a kid seeing a magpie was rather unusual. Today they’re a bird table nightmare.
Fortunately, there are ways of checking up on just about anything via the
internet; how easy it is to forget that we used to have to pay for information.

We
humans deal with investments here. Buying and selling really modern works of art,
and making a tidy profit in the process. We’ve got quite a few of the big names
– Tadeusz Twardowski, who paints with body fluids; Roland Spickett, the one who
uses microscopes and bacteria, and Donald Barnes. Donald Barnes was the really
big money-spinner with his series on toenail clippings, and the fact that he’d
died of a heart attack the previous week had made him worth considerably more.
Looking
back on past posts I know I’ve dealt with this topic before, but it’s always
worth repeating something you feel is important in a slightly different way.
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