More McKinty! (U.S. publishers take note)
Are those books insulated by their exotic or historical settings? Are post-war Tokyo or ayatollah-era Iran safer for American readers because they're remote? Does Northern Ireland hit too close to home? Are American publishers afraid to offer American readers a tough, scary, funny, very human look at life on the streets during the hunger strikes of 1981?
I don't know, and, happily, international online shopping offers readers a way around U.S. pubishers' timorousness. In the meantime, McKinty has posted four chapters from the follow-up to The Cold Cold Ground on his website. The book is called I Hear the Sirens in the Street, and already it's one of the best things I've read this year.
Picture Vladimir and Estragon strolling through the landscape of Blade Runner, and you'll get an idea of the first chapter. And if you like your international crime fiction to give you more than a postcard view of the countries where it's set (and I don't mean your gentle Swedish epiphanies about the imperfections of the post-war welfare state, either), you'll like bits like this:
“`Get out of here!' a voice replied. `I’ve had enough of you hoodlums!'”
“It was a venerable voice, from another Ireland, from the 30's or even earlier, but age gave it no weight or assurance — only a frail, impatient, dangerous doubt.”© Peter Rozovsky 2012