Regular readers here will know how much I love all things Norwegian. Those paying closer attention might have picked up my relatively recent plunge into the world of Golden Age (and similar) crime. Scandi Noir being what it is, it is not often that these two interests collide, although Karin Fossum has caused them to... Continue Reading →
Breaking the Rules
Never judge a book by its cover - so the saying goes. But I expect we're all guilty of breaking that one sometimes, both literally and figuratively. I certainly did when I bought a copy of Crossed Skis by Carol Carnac. I'm fairly new to detective/crime fiction and I'm not hugely knowledgeable about it. I'm... Continue Reading →