Category Archives: Crime

Simply Messing Around in Books

The last week has been busy, so I have enjoyed some amusing and undemanding reading: a couple of new names and an old favourite. The new names couldn’t be more different in approach. One is set in a small English town in the 1950’s where some of the criminal activities involve sending money in the post to purchase dubious goods. The other takes place in modern Dublin and is firmly in the 21 st century with blogs, vlogs, Googling and mobile phones. The old favourite is P D James Devices and Desires and is as good now as it was thirty-three years ago when I first read it. Continue reading Simply Messing Around in Books

The Act of Roger Murgatroyd – Gilbert Adair

At this time of year, I find myself compiling long lists of aspirational reading (and the odd self-help book). I have twenty books on my list and another three I have started and put down. The recurring fear that I have permanently damaged my capacity to read by spending too much time on screens arises again. Was it only a few years ago when January was my month for reading a book a day? Perhaps it has something to do with the arrival of a highly entertaining grandson into our lives, so we spend more time playing, or perhaps it is the book fatigue that comes after a life spent lost in a book. Continue reading The Act of Roger Murgatroyd – Gilbert Adair

Simon Brett – English Crime

This week I have taken a break from literary reading and dived into the world of crime via the writing of Simon Brett. In case you’ve never heard of him you will be reassured to know he has first class degree in English from Oxford and has worked as a TV producer and writer for the BBC. He wrote sitcoms like After Henry and Smelling of Roses. He has written plays for stage and radio and has even written a four-part radio series about a middle-aged Nigel Molesworth. (I’d love to hear this one.) Continue reading Simon Brett – English Crime

Sarah Thornton – Lapse



Clem stood gripping the railing, blue-and-white Cats scarf wrapped tight around her neck and beanie pulled low. Four exhausted bodies sat crumpled behind her on the interchange bench, eighteen more on the field, each of the bewildered, demoralised. The Jeridgalee Eels had built a steady lead over the first three quarters and were running away with it in the last, a four-goal margin ballooning to seven. p 52 Continue reading Sarah Thornton – Lapse