(bangkokpost.com, Nov. 16, Roger Crutchley)
The other evening I had just finished polishing off the latest Stephen Leather novel, Dead Men – a decent yarn by the way – and put the book onto the shelf next to the previous work I had read, A Good Day To Die by another British author, Simon Kernic. Next to that rested some other recent reading material, The Dead Place by Stephen Booth.
Now you don’t have to be a super sleuth to figure out a disturbing theme was emerging here – why this obsession about people expiring? A glance along the bookcase and the situation didn’t improve – there facing me was Looking Good Dead by Peter James snugly resting against the sequel, Not Dead Enough.
It got worse. On the top shelf were City of Bones by Michael Connelly and Bones of Silence by Reginald Hill, both of which dealt with, er … bones. Also sitting there was Patricia Cornwell‘s Post Mortem, the subject matter of which hardly requires an explanation. Even the book by the humorous writer (more…)