These are a bunch of books I want to get involved in, which haven’t necessarily been released recently. In fact some are ancient, but I don’t care – they look great.
A monk detective? No thanks. Set in the neck-slicing days of Henry VIII. Errr, go on then. Sansom’s Winter in Madrid was great (apart from the ending), so in I go.
Nicolo Ammaniti’s stories are about the underbelly of Italian life, free of the Cosa Nostra, and they all have terrible things happening to ordinary, often poor, people. I’ve read reviews of his work where the reviewer has not liked it because of the lifestyle of the characters. I can only say get a grip and enjoy getting pulverised by his often warped imagination.
Reviews of this have been all over the internet, and I still haven’t got round to it. The protagonist is a hard man with a taste for classical music and philosophy, who adores his little girl, and whose wife hates him. The novella follows him across one day to a moving climax.
Waking up with a bullet in his head, the protagonist realises he is in a coffin, buried alive. He can’t remember a thing. I’m hooked.
Paul D. Brazill’s 13 Shots of Noir pulled me into his orbit, and now I can’t get out. Though I don’t think I want to. This one features a Private Dick who sprouts fur on occasion. Sounds daft. Sounds great.
Guillermo Paxton’s The Plaza gained some really good press, and this tale of Mexican corruption revolving around the country’s brutal cartel’s looks even better.