Being out of town (and without Internet access) also left me unable to note other developments, these in the area of crime fiction. So it’s time for a round-up column of things you and I missed while we were ripping open presents and sneaking kisses under the mistletoe:
• At Bookgasm, editor-author Ed Gorman concedes he can never figure out how to choose the “best” books of any year, then offers up a list of 10 titles from 2006 that he says “gave me great degrees of pleasure in a variety of ways.” That roster includes The Husband, by Dean Koontz, Ask the Parrot, by Richard Stark, and Everybody Kills Somebody Sometime, by Robert J. Randisi.
• Other critics seem more willing to go along with the “best books of the year” formulation. Denver, Colorado’s Rocky Mountain News includes several crime and mystery novels on its 2006 picks list, including The Dead Yard, by Adrian McKinty, The Interpretation of Murder, by Jed Rubenfeld, Lisey’s Story, by Stephen King, and The Pale Blue Eye, by Louis Bayard. Meanwhile, The Village Voice’s “25 Favorite Books of 2006” rundown features only one quasi-crime novel, Kate Atkinson’s One Good Turn, but it also calls attention to a non-fiction work of interest to readers in this genre: Exquisite Corpse: Surrealism and the Black Dahlia Murder, by Mark Nelson and Sarah Hudson Bayliss. The Murder & Mystery Books 101 blog is currently counting down its foremost five novels of the year, beginning with James Benn’s Billy Boyle at No. 5, followed by Sean Chercover’s Big City, Bad Blood at No. 4. By Friday, all five will have been revealed. And in The New Yorker, author Louise Erdrich refuses to be confined to 2006 books, recommending instead a work that came out way back in 2003: Bangkok 8, by John Burdett (“if after too much of the usual holiday cheer you need a thriller about jade, the sex trade, deadly snakes, and interesting forms of corruption in this life and the next”).
• Mike Ripley is back with another witty column in Shots, this time remarking on March’s Essex Book Festival, the accuracy of book review blogs, the 80th birthday of H.R.F. Keating, and the dwindling local dominance of UK crime novelists:
Could 2007 be the year when British crime writing becomes a minority sport in Britain? In terms of the number of new titles published by British authors, it could be.• In an interesting piece from The Guardian, writer Kate Figes talks with a few British publishers about books from 2006 that either didn’t receive the attention they so deserved, or that they wish they’d nabbed first. Among the titles highlighted: Declan Hughes’ Irish private-eye novel, The Wrong Kind of Blood, and Chris Petit’s “Le Carré-esque thriller,” The Passenger.
Five years ago the number of new crime titles by Brits represented 57% of the total titles published in the UK and it stayed around that figure until this year when it dropped to an estimated 52%.
It is just possible that 2007 will see the home-grown share of the market (in titles if not sales) drop below the 50% mark for the first time.
• “By the normal rules of detective fiction, Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes stories should have been an abject failure,” opines Alexander McCall Smith in an essay for The Times of London about how Holmes overcame the odds to become “one of fiction’s unlikeliest immortals.” By the way, 2007 marks the 120th anniversary of Holmes’ introduction to the world, in A Study in Scarlet.
• Philadelphia Inquirer books editor Frank Wilson has some nice things to say about Georges Simenon’s The Strangers in the House, a non-Maigret crime novel from 1940 (but recently reissued by The New York Review of Books).
• And I really should have posted this thing long ago, but I somehow never got around to it. Click here to read the unused prologue to Duane Swierczynski’s much-praised new novel, The Blonde. It just goes to show that, sometimes, editors are right.
READ MORE: “Dana Carvey Announces the Death of Gerald Ford,” by Bob Sassone (TV Squad). Hilarious stuff!
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