I’ve read some wonderful book reviews recently – in the blogosphere, natch. I was reminded of one of my teenager favourite reads, Julian Symons, in this post at Dewey’s Dartboard about The Progress of a Crime. I loved Symons’ books, and it is nice to read that this one, at least, holds up even though first published in 1960. Symons was also president of the crime writers’ organisation of the day, and a very good chap all round, if my memory serves.
Via Elizabeth Baines: In Search of Adam, by the generous, charming, funny, but typographically over-inventive blogger Caroline Smailes is almost out. The story of how the book came to be published is a great one, and if your eyes can manage it, you can read all about it on Caroline’s truly individual blog.
Here is Bill Peschel on Los Angeles Noir, a short story collection edited by Denise Hamilton, a post that has done more than most to tempt me back into reading the format. Because I have read so many short crime-fiction stories (and other types of short fiction), I stopped when everything merged into a forgettable whole. But I do fairly often read crime-fiction novels that I think would have been far better if written as a short story rather than padded out into a long one, so I don’t fully understand my reluctance. But returning to the subject at hand, Bill’s review is superb and will certainly enable you to decide whether to read the book. (I might buy it just for the Michael Connelly.)
Material Witness has a couple of cracking reviews, of Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn, and Dead Connection by Alafair Burke. Based on these, I have ordered Flynn’s book from Amazon and, although it will be hard, I’ll wait for the paperback of the Burke — I loved her previous three books so it was not hard to persuade me to sign up to this one.
I’ve fallen in love with the blog Crime Always Pays (thanks, Karen!) , so although these posts aren’t strictly reviews I’ll sneak them in to the end of this post —- they defy summary so just get on over and read about some geezer who isn’t anything to do with salt and "You wanna do it here or down the station, punk?", interview with Pat Mullan. Pat bears up under the rubber truncheon a lot better than Paris Hilton did, I’ll give him that, even though she probably wins on the mugshot stakes.