After all, some sicko butchering a string of coeds because
his goldfish
told him to do it, or he saw his football coach in a tutu
when he was
twelve makes about as much sense to me as some looney toon
bumping off
everyone in Greythorpe Manor according to some obscure
nursery rhyme.
Personally, most serial killer books bore me in the same way
many of the
Christie-type books bore me. Could it be that, in
substituting a butcher
cleaver for an obscure poison for, and an alcoholic, divorced
homicide
detective for a foppsish little foreigner or a schoolmarm,
that the
traditional mystery is being wrapped up in
blood-drenched,
supposedly-hardboiled clothes to appeal to a segment of the
market that
wouldn't be caught dead reading Christie, et al?
After all, hardboiled to me is as much about attitude as
anything, not the
violence of the crime committed.
Just a thought...(and pre-coffee, so you know how much it's
worth...)
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