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The alternately macabre and hilarious Victorian Psycho introduces a 19th-century English governess who endures indignities visited upon her by society and priggish employers—until she snaps in a final sanguinary spree. Murder at Gulls Nest, easily the coziest of this lot, finds a sassy quondam nun venturing to the English coast in 1954, hoping to solve the disappearance of a novice from her old order. In The Art of a Lie, we get a confectioner bringing the Italian delicacy “iced cream” to mid-18th-century Londoners, while engaging in a battle of wits with a gentleman con artist. The Girl in the Green Dress imagines a headline-hungry New York City reporter teaming with Zelda Fitzgerald, the madcap mate of author F. Scott Fitzgerald, to solve the real-life murder of a bridge-playing playboy. In The Rush, we’re offered a trio of audacious Victorian women chasing down a killer amid Canada’s wild Klondike Gold Rush. And Ramunno’s Smoke in Berlin thrusts us into the bombed-out German capital in 1944, where police detective Hugo Fischer investigates the deaths of an ideologically divided couple and a Reich journalist; it’s the affecting follow-up to Ashes in the Snow.
horror fiction. My rewards, after two years spent worrying about my heart, were (1) to take part in the final CrimeFest in May, and (2) to attend this last September’s Bouchercon “World Mystery Convention” in New Orleans, Louisiana. Planning for that latter excursion was extensive, particularly since I had to find robust medical insurance, but I was helped by my old comrade, Shots editor Mike Stotter, who then accompanied me across the Atlantic. The week we spent attending Bouchercon panel discussions, walking inside and outside the city’s French Quarter, and partaking of various Southern food specialties (though no grits!) was extremely gratifying. Yet most memorable by far were the hours we got to spend with our American friends, especially Rap Sheet editor Jeff Pierce, Deadly Pleasures editor George Easter, and DP associate editor Larry Gandle. It had been a decade since we’d last been in the United States, attending Bouchercon 2016 (also in New Orleans). But when we gathered as friends, it seemed that hardly any time had passed at all.
aplenty in an otherwise terrifying Cold War thriller about sleeper agents embedded in Atlanta, Georgia, seeking the truth behind the concept of “mutually assured destruction.” Petievich’s 13 Hillcrest Drive is a tough-as-nails police procedural about a cop struggling to overcome a past indiscretion at the same time he investigates a triple homicide case in Hollywood, California. And Swanson’s Kill Your Darlings tells of a poet who determines to kill her English professor husband, not because he’s a drinker with a notoriously wandering eye (and a fondness for young women students), but because he’s begun writing a mystery novel that may reveal a dark secret that has long cemented their union.
I’ll own it: I haven’t read as much new crime fiction this year as I did in years previous.
That said, I did manage to find a handful of new novels this year that met my increasingly cranky standards:
fiction often wasn’t enough for this lost Canadian.
rousing introduction to a promising new series, featuring a big-city cop trying to bring law and order (or at least some approximation of justice) to the sleepy resort vibe of California’s beloved Santa Catalina Island, mere miles off the coast from big, bad Los Angeles. Back on that mainland, John Shannon’s beaten and battered, post-stroke private eye, Jack Liffey, continued to fight the good fight in the City of Angels and its myriad subcultures (Onward, West Hollywood?), while a few states over, in Texas, Lansdale’s Hap and Leonard go tooth, nail, and assorted weaponry against some well-armed women in a bloody froth of crime, misguided politics, and feminist ire. And across the ocean, in Ireland, the late, great Ken Bruen’s Galway’s Edge was a heart-wrenching adieu from one of the genre’s outstanding stylists and yarn spinners, and marked a swan song for his poetry-spouting, beleaguered but defiant detective, Jack Taylor, one of crime fiction’s most memorable characters. We’ll miss them both.
police procedurals, tea cozies, rom coms with gun-in-hand, and others. Yet however hard I tried to mix things up, my preferences prevailed. Below are the books from this genre that really made an impression on me, and which I would recommend to anyone.
titles every year. Finding time enough to read them is the issue!
(Above) Field Notes’ edition of Hammett’s classic detective yarn.
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