Well, hello again, and a Happy New Year!
Just returned from a week on the west coast of Ireland, celebrating the New Year with various members of the immediate and extended family. And very nice it was too, thank you for asking. It's difficult to think of a better location for any kind of celebration. A few pints of stout, some excellent sea-food, winter sunshine, and a January walk on the extraordinary sea-swept landscape of The Burren.
I took the opportunity to read a couple of recent Irish crime-novels of the kind so enthusastically espoused by Declan Burke on his fine Crime Always Pays blog. Some may recall the mild spat caused by Clive James's New Yorker article on crime fiction. Even those who disagreed with James's overall views should take note of his enthusiasm for Gene Kerrigan's The Midnight Choir (even though James's assessment of the book seems oddly to miss the point). It's an excellent book - a police procedural which begins with a series of apparently fragmented vignettes and ultimately coheres into a genuine tragedy. It also has a lot to say about the New Ireland, much of which resonated disconcertingly with the stories that seemed to be dominating the headlines while I was over there.
I also took the opportunity finally to get around to Benjamin 'John Banville' Black's Christine Falls. I'll refrain from comment just yet as I haven't quite reached the end, though I can draw your attention to the comments by Martin Edwards who, as it happens, is also in the middle of it.
Oh, and I was working on The Outcast. Getting there, I think...