![]() Some genres just manage to uphold their age-old traditions of being awesome in a beautiful way, is what I’m saying. Long story short-reading Shari Lapena felt like coming home almost like Agatha Christie (still a fan), but exactly modern enough for me to enjoy it immensely, and fun beyond words. Also-and I might be wrong on this-I have a tiny hunch that in genre fiction, for every action, there’s a reaction, and the recent uptick in oldschool, but high quality contemporary mystery on a higher level of visibility might be exactly that. When I feel sick to my stomach, I hope it’s the flu or something.Īnd then, lo and behold, I had the privilege of crossing over into reading in English, and reading in ebook format, and a whole new world opened up to me. ![]() But at a certain point-or so I thought-the whole genre had gone head over heels with trying to match (or even surpass) the whole Game of Thrones style of violence, focusing, of course, on exploitative violence against people of the female persuasion. Which was a damn shame, since it’s one of my all-time favourite genres, and has been, ever since I was a kid. There was a time, back around the early 2010s or so, when I’d all but given up on the mystery genre altogether. ![]() ![]() I still admire romance writers more, in case anyone was wondering. ![]()
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