Lies fill rooms like smoke, choking and confusing the inhabitants while the truth slips out unnoticed, its remnants pushed into tall corners by the spreading fumes until nothing is distinguishable from the dark.
If you’re looking for one of the most promising debuts in Australian crime fiction take a trip to Resurrection Bay
Winslow is out there prowling the streets of New York poking his nose in, inhaling the stench, digesting the smoke and oxygen in his lungs and breathing them out as junkie poetry.
Durrenmatt often turns the detective genre on its head. Sometimes the crimes just don’t get solved.
Reading Forever and a Death is satisfying on dual levels: it’s got thunder of the man behind the Parker novels honing his craft and also the breeze of a writer who is typing on a big budget for the fun of it
With Since We Fell, Lehane is really going the extra mile, swapping his labyrinthine ensembles for a probing look at one woman’s determination to combat increasingly crippling emotions