This month's best new mysteries feature Bangkok cops, Yorkshire inspectors, a wild west sherrif and a motley crew of Las Vegas criminals.
This month's best new mysteries include four top-notch, globe-trotting tales that will keep you on the edge of your seat.
This month's best new mysteries range from an environmental lawyer's latest investigation to Anne Hillerman's second Leaphorn and Chee novel and Walter Mosley's latest.
This month's best new mysteries include blackmail, drama at the Italian opera, a Cuban scandal and the latest from Norwegian powerhouse Jo Nesbø.
September is a big month for mysteries this year, both in terms of excellence and page count (close to 2,000 pages in the four books here—truly a reviewer’s marathon!). If ever there were a month deserving of four Top Picks, this is it.
This month's Whodunit column spotlights a standalone from Nesbø, a mystery in the French countryside, a mother's bloody return and the second adventure from Daniel Friedman's octogenarian hero.
This month's best new mysteries include a deadly oil spill, a charming francophile's mystery, the finale to Leif GW Persson's Story of a Crime Trilogy, plus an "ink-dark" psychological thriller from Kem Nunn.
They don’t make cops much more world-weary than Moscow homicide investigator Arkady Renko, who has remained steadfast in his principles while trying to stay afloat in the vast sea of corruption that is post-Soviet Union Russia. Author Martin Cruz Smith puts it succinctly in the opening pages of his latest Renko thriller, Tatiana: “As for himself, Arkady knew he should quit the...
Sandpaper is graded by a “grit number”—the lower the number, the rougher the texture (600-grit is very fine, 40-grit is quite coarse). By that measurement, Dan Fante’s Point Doom should be accorded a grit number of about negative 10, as it would be a rare case indeed when you would find so many murders, dismemberments and graphic examples of creative torture encased in...
Somewhere in the hinterlands, flanked by hard-boiled detective fiction on one side and cloying cozies on the other, exists a brand of mystery offering up the plot devices of, say, an Agatha Christie, but lacking the violence of, say, a Mickey Spillane. The authors eschew the cuteness of talking cats, sleuthing priests or nosy B&B proprietors, crafting instead a canny group of protagonists...