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
The Judge and His Hangman could be devoured in a single sitting, its haunting contents continuing to unspool for days after the backcover folds over.
As if Graham Greene took The Comedians and got Hunter S Thompson to take it out the brain-boiling wilderness for a spot of fear and loathing.
Reading The Executioner Weeps is reminder of how direct and well-paced a crime novel can be.
Tomoka Shibasaki’s Spring Garden is quietly a great many things, but primarily it appears to be a meditation of seasonality. Buildings are constructed in the spring, flourish in the summer, recede in the autumn and are knocked down in the winter to be rebuilt in the spring again. Their inhabitants follow a similar cycle. They…