2012 was another year full of great discoveries for me. I’ve
“met” new authors via their books, and some of them are now among my very
favourites. When I find a new author that I really like, I feel the thrill of
discovery anew, and it’s one of the most delightful feelings in the world. It
helps to fuel my fascination with the genre. Some of the authors below were,
sadly, neglected by me despite my discovery of them, and I can only profusely
apologise. I’ll try to balance the books better in 2013.
I’m sure you’re all on the edge of your seats, waiting for
me to unveil the list, so without further ado, let’s get to the Top 10 Discoveries of 2012.
Charlotte Armstrong
Wow! What a
talent! What a superb writer! Charlotte Armstrong could do it all. She could
plot right up there with the masters, and her climaxes are packed to the brim
with tension. She can create atmosphere at the drop of a hat. She can create
memorable characters, such as the three “weird sisters” or the mischievous
babysitter Nell Munro. And every page makes for compulsive reading—you want to
get to the end ASAP and find out just what happens, and the tension is slowly
ratcheted up more and more until finally all hell breaks loose. I thought The Case of the Weird Sisters was pretty
good. I thought The Dream Walker was
a masterpiece. Mischief completely
blew me away. If you’ve never read an Armstrong novel, have no fear—The Mysterious
Press is your friend, having reissued several of her novels in e-book form.
What time could be better than the present for catching up on your Armstrong?
Max Allan Collins
I already had a great deal of respect for Max Allan Collins,
one of the few writers who knows his stuff about mysteries and their storied
past. But when I read True Detective
for myself, I was taken aback. Collins created one of the most memorable PIs I’ve
ever come across, and I happily spent 400 pages with the guy, as he talked to
me about growing up, becoming a police officer on the corrupt Chicago force,
and how his father took this career choice so roughly that he took his own
life. And then he went out onto the streets of 1930s Chicago and solved a few
mysteries, based on true events, such as the botched assassination of FDR. And
the ending was simply marvellous – I can’t say more without spoiling things. As
if that wasn’t enough, the guy turns around and gets me to re-evaluate my tough
stance on Mickey Spillane with Lady, Go
Die!, which much to my surprise was one of the most memorable and entertaining
novels I read in 2012. You can bet that Collins’ books will be making regular
appearances on this blog come 2013.
Martin Edwards
Can I count Martin Edwards as a “discovery”? After all, I
was familiar with his excellent blog before now. But when The Puzzle Doctor favourably
reviewed All the Lonely People, I
became much more interested in Edwards the author. So I read All the Lonely People for myself, and I
too absolutely loved it! Not only was it a well-constructed mystery, it was a
terrific story with a hugely likeable protagonist trying to discover the truth
about his wife’s murder. I then moved on to a reconstruction of the Crippen
case, Dancing for the Hangman, which
I thought was very good and certainly made for a fascinating read. And then,
for some reason, I stopped and haven’t come back yet. Something must be done at
once! Hurry, to the Kindle store at once! [60s Batman transition]
I’ve only read one Gilbert novel, but I’m already a convert.
Smallbone Deceased has got to be one
of the all-time great detective stories, with just the right balance of
detection, characterisation, and humour. Gilbert shows plenty of wit and damn
it all, it’s just such fun to read! I’ve
already bought several Gilberts, but haven’t gotten around to reading them yet.
Happily, he is somewhat available in the Kindle store.
Joe Gores
Spade and Archer
was a prequel to The Maltese Falcon,
and I don’t know what exactly it was about the novel but I really loved it.
Gores didn’t fool me into thinking this was a lost Hammett novel, but he did
propose an interesting theory as to how Sam Spade became the Sam Spade we meet
in Hammett’s classic novel. It’s a terrific story, more of a complex plot web
than anything else, and everything is explained nicely by the end, although the
third act contains a lot more exposition than the rest of the book. Gores
interests me very much, which is why I bought a Crippen & Landru collection
of his stories, and look forward to reading them very much indeed!
I was asked to review The
Man Who Would Be F. Scott Fitzgerald, and I liked it so much that I went
out and bought a few more entries in the series. Then, when Cyber Monday came
upon us, I descended upon the Kindle store like a ton of bricks, greedily snapping
up the rest of the series. David Handler gets
it, to put it simply. If you’re a mystery fan like myself, you’ll probably
grasp what I’m trying to say by that, but let me try again: Handler captures
that special something that many contemporary mystery authors seem to have lost
in their Quest To Be Taken Seriously As Real Novelists. He writes an excellent
mystery full of humour and then manages to fool you while planting the clues in
plain sight. IMO, Handler is one of the few contemporary authors who have that
skill, and although I try to avoid them, the best comparison I can think of is
with the late, great William DeAndrea. Handler can be just as good.
With a delightful title like Killing the Lawyers, how could anyone go wrong, let alone
Reginald Hill? I read that one book and absolutely loved it, but for some odd
reason I haven’t been back for more yet. I don’t know why – I have some more
Reginald Hills on my shelf, and I really liked the ending of Killing the Lawyers, which was every bit
as tricky as a Golden Age detective novel. The main character, Joe Sixsmith,
was an absolute blast. I guess I’ll have to make it up to Hill in 2013.
Rabbi David Small was introduced to the world in Friday the Rabbi Slept Late, a book that
won the Edgar Award. And what an accomplishment it was! Kemelman managed to
construct a terrific mystery, giving you all the clues yet surprising you with
his revelation. Rabbi Small is one of the best clerical detectives I’ve ever
come across, and Kemelman takes the time to talk to readers about Judaism and
its traditions through this characters, some of the book’s best scenes. Rabbi
Small forges a friendship with the Catholic chief of police despite being
suspected of murder, a crime of which he must clear his name. And he also must struggle
with the politics of his parish, as some people welcome the new Rabbi and others
can’t wait to see him walk out the door. The second novel in the series is not
quite as good, but makes for just as good a read, and I think the book’s first
act was every bit as good as the first novel. Either way, Rabbi Small is a
terrific detective and I can’t wait to read more!
All it took was one novel for me to fall in love with the
work of Steeman. Granted, that novel was L’Assassin
habite au 21 (The Murderer Lives at No. 21)—one of the all-time great
masterpieces of detective fiction and the best detective story I read in 2012.
It’s got everything a mystery fan could possibly want, complete with a sense of
humour, and got me to search for more Steeman books. I now have four omnibuses
of his work, including two of the hardest-volumes-to-find. That gives me plenty
of reading material for 2013, and you can look forward to my Steeman tab
filling up with new reviews in the future!
And here at last we find the culprit, the man that I will
blame for keeping me from so many other authors! But why should I do such a
judgmental thing? Let me try to explain. Something about Donald E. Westlake’s
work is simply addictive. Maybe it’s because he wrote so much and it was of
such high quality. He can just as easily write a tough noir novel – see The Hunter
– as a spoof the same – see Jimmy the Kid.
He can construct a terrific fair-play mystery – see God Save the Mark. His comic crime capers are uproariously funny –
see The Hot Rock. His dark capers are
every bit as dark as their comic counterparts are funny – see The Mourner. He can write action – see The Outfit. He can even find the time try
his hand at a novel with no crime in it – see Memory. Donald E. Westlake was a genius, and I can only kick myself
for not coming to his work sooner. Mystery or thriller, noir or not, he could
tell a damn good story, and that is an achievement to which I can only tip my
hat in admiration.
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Well, folks, thanks for joining me once again, and I hope we
can meet again tomorrow, same time, same place, for the final list(s) of the
year. That’s right, it’s the Best Novels of 2012, although I’m telling you right
now that I refuse to place them in any numerical order according to their
worth.
Excellent choices
ReplyDeleteI'll have to reread Smallbone Deceased someday. Wish I didn't remember the identity of the culprit....
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