The Blow-In: Ian Bailey’s fight to clear his name Paperback – 9 May 2024
A thirty-year cold case… A beautiful victim seeking refuge from her high-society life. A handsome drop-out with a history of domestic violence.
When the wife of a wealthy French film-maker was murdered in her Irish holiday home on a remote Irish peninsula, a local freelance journalist thought he had the ‘scoop’ that would revive his career.
Instead, he was arrested for the murder of the mother-of-one.
The only strong evidence was retracted after the chief witness claimed police had coerced her to frame her neighbour (an allegation the officers have consistently denied). Ian Bailey was never charged with murder in Ireland, because three consecutive Directors of Prosecutions felt the case against him was, at best, local gossip. He voluntarily gave DNA samples which came back negative. He had no motive or opportunity to carry out this brutal attack on the far side of a mountain within a half-hour time-frame.
Yet he spent the next thirty years trying to clear his name, a decade fighting extradition attempts – and the last five years of his life living under the shadow of a sentence handed down in Paris after he was convicted in absentia.
He died in a public street at the age of sixty-six, destitute, alone – and still protesting his innocence.

Thanks to Shane for reading my book objectively.
Nick Foster’s “exclusive revelation” is nothing more than hearsay combined with conjecture.
He claims an anonymous “source” told him Ian “knelt over the body” – of course he did, when he arrived at the crime scene. It’s been well documented – there are even pictures of Ian snooping around. peering into the cottage windows.
Foster also cited flimsy “evidence” to support his belief that Bailey murdered Mme du Plantier. The fact that Ian and Sophie both mentioned the Hindu goddess Kali is hardly proof that he had an intense discussion on Eastern spiritually with her; like many hippies, Ian was interested in mysticism and death goddesses long before Sophie moved to West Cork. There can’t be a hippy or poet who hasn’t heard of Kali or her Irish counterpart, the crow goddess Morrigan (incidentally Ian wrote a trilogy of poems about crows when he first arrived in Ireland, while he worked as a human scarecrow in Kilmacthomas, Co Waterford).
Actually if Ian had known Sophie personally he would have written about it when he was pitching sensationalist stories to the press, before he realised he was the Chief Suspect. There’s no way he would have kept quiet about any friendship with the glamorous murder victim!
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