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Killer gifts for your favourite mystery lover, and everyone else

Crime novels are a perennially excellent present. Loved ones enjoy the thrills and psychological insights that a great mystery novel provides, and that guy you really hate but got stuck with in the office gift exchange will get the message when you hand him a butcher-paper wrapped paperback of Jim Thompson’s The Killer Inside Me. 699 more words


Crimewave: Barbra Leslie's California dreaming

Danielle “Danny” Cleary , the hero of Barbra Leslie’s Cracked (TitanBooks, 384 pp., $19.50), is a functioning drug addict with a life patterned around crack use when we first meet her in her Toronto apartment. 322 more words


Crimewave: Perrine Leblanc delivers lake-side chill

The suspense in Perrine Leblanc’s The Lake (Arachnide, 205 pp., $22.95) doesn’t extend from the plot, but from finding out who the two outcast protagonists, Mina and Alexis, are, and who they will become. 408 more words


Neighbourhood watch: Crime writing, from around the block or around the world, is almost always local

When David Simon was recruiting a writing room for his HBO crime drama The Wire, he was looking for neighbourhood writers. Not necessarily natives of the show’s Baltimore setting, but writers who understood that people, customs, and hangouts define a city, and that the setting of a piece of crime fiction, whether televised or on the page, is as crucial to the story as cops and criminals themselves. 674 more words


Crimewave: Dietrich Kalteis' The Deadbeat Club paints Vancouver in Elmore Leonard's voice

The Deadbeat Club, by Dietrich Kalteis (ECW Press, 312 pp., $14.95) is the Vancouver crime novel that I’ve always been hoping someone would write, an Elmore Leonard inflected, witty plunge into the vernacular and particular shape of drug crime and culture in the area. 233 more words


Crimewave: Don Easton's Art & Murder thrills in the though-guy pulp tradition

Don Easton’s series of Jack Taggart mysteries hearken back to an era of lurid tough guy novels that I, for one, quite miss. I use lurid as a compliment here—the violence in the latest Taggart book pops sensationally and the plot rips along to deliver a lot of it, without skimming too lightly over character or motivation. 226 more words



She grappled with him,
hooked him, fed him a line.
He sank to his knees, cap in hand.
She reached into her bag.
It only took one shot. 37 more words