Down these green streets a man must walk, plus a question for readers
Still, I’d like to direct you to Bert Wright’s essay about Irish crime fiction on the always straightforward and somber Crime Always Pays blog. I’ll cull a few highlights from the piece as an entrée, then let you click your way to the main course:
“Thirty to forty years ago, crime in Ireland might involve an ageing farmer murdered over an inheritance dispute, sweet nothings in the ballroom of romance turning to violence in a country lane. Now we have teenage drug barons plugged in cold blood on quiet suburban streets, headless torsos fished out of canals, contract killings as an extension of the services sector, and most notoriously, a fearless crime reporter executed in her car at a busy intersection.”With Declan Hughes’ statement in mind, readers, what other boom towns have produced classic crime fiction?
“As Ken Bruen, one of our most highly-rated crime writers wrote:`I didn’t want to write about Ireland until we got mean streets. We sure got ’em now.’”
“`It’s part of the tradition too,’ declares Declan Hughes. `The hardboiled novel always depended on boomtowns where money was to be made and corners to be cut: twenties San Francisco for Hammett, forties LA for Chandler.’”
© Peter Rozovsky 2007
Irish crime fiction