Someone at the Daily Mail is deploring the lack of old-style crime fiction – the type without a serial killer. I share your pain, unnamed journalist. The villages that resembled Miss Marple’s St. Mary Mead still exist, and I expect the occasional person is still murdered in one, though perhaps not by the long-lost identical twin, or rare poison picked up abroad. However, we are not supposed to want to read about things. I think the lines between crime and horror fiction have become blurred, and much of what is published today as thrillers would have been classified as horror (or psychiatric text-book) only a few years ago.
Last night was the SpecSavers annual crime awards on TV – congratulations to the winners. There may be one or two serial killers in there, though.