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
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
By my rough estimate Anthony Horowitz is the author of around seventy-four books, not counting anthologies he has edited and the odd screenplay (He is the creator of Foyle’s War and wrote most of the episodes, as well as quite a few Midsomer Murders). He has, with the permission of the Conan Doyle Estate, written two Sherlock Holmes stories, not to mention dozens of young adult books and a couple of James Bond. He is a professional author of the highest calibre and has been on my radar for some time. Continue reading Anthony Horowitz – Magpie Murders
Jane Aiken the celebrated children’s author and daughter of the poet Conrad Aiken is possibly best known for the series that began with The Wolves of Willoughby Chase and grew into a series of eleven deeply loved books. But did she down tools there? Not at all. By my reckoning she wrote about another thirty-four children’s books, then moved on to six novels based on the work of Jane Austen with titles like Mansfield Revisited and Emma Watson. Then there came another assortment of twenty-nine books, some of which are ghost stories, but I hadn’t realised that among these titles were a few cosy murders.
Was it a drink or a medicine that was said to reach the parts others can’t reach?
Continue reading Hannelore Cayre: The Godmother