Kick this ball clean from my hand: Which crime novel best represents the World Cup?
France made it into this year's soccer World Cup on the strength of Thierry Henry's illegal hand ball against Ireland (right).
That's why I liked a commenter's invocation of Fred Vargas' Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand in my post about the World Cup of Crime Fiction.
Henry is French; so is Vargas. Henry committed an illicit act; Vargas' title invokes the cleansing one's self of the taint of such an act. And the hand – what a hoot!
That makes Vargas' book the crime novel of the World Cup so far. What other books deserve the honor?
To help you decide, here's Jeff VanderMeer's World Cup of Fiction, to which this post owes its existence.
That was soccer; in the World Cup of Crime Fiction, Friedrich Glauser's diving header past Spanish goalkeeper Manuel Vázquez Montalbán plunged the food-loving, politically committed, Barcelona FC-supporting creator of Pepe Carvalho into a lengthy bout of dissipated introspection. Glauser displayed great compassion for the losers.
(Click here for P.J. Brooke's look at the past and present of Spanish crime fiction.)
© Peter Rozovsky 2010