If you’ve seen the Wizard of Oz you’ll know about the man behind the curtain.
It’s a great visual reminder that things are not always what they seem on the surface.
Looking behind the curtain is an essential skill for anyone investigating a crime, and creating curtains is a fun game for crime writers.
It’s also an essential life skill if you don’t want to be taken in by appearances.
How often have you judged a book by its cover and been disappointed? And, how often have you judged a book by its cover and missed out on a great read because you failed to look behind the curtain?
You need to look behind the curtain in all aspects of your life, not just when choosing a book to read. Think about all that advertising you’re bombarded with and all that political spin. Think about what you’re being fed as news.
If you never question or examine what you’re told you’ll end up like the citizens of Oz: believing in a fraud.
The stories are more about people than crime. They are a way of exploring human behaviour.
Crime stories allow us to look at why people commit acts, like murder, and at the impact of those acts on others, especially the people tasked with bringing the perpetrators to justice. Continue reading “Crime novels”
She waited at the bus stop, alone. He knew the bus would arrive in five minutes. She ignored him. He felt the need for ice from deep within his psyche. She read the romance she had downloaded the previous evening. He saw his target and executed his attack. Continue reading “Iced”
They spent hours strolling along the beach in the dying days of summer.
What are dying days?
In the context of the sentence above, they are the dwindling days or the last days of summer. They represent that period of transition from the pleasant season of summer to the chill winds of autumn – announcing the imminent approach of winter coldness. Continue reading “Dying days”
He watched them walk to the bus stop and catch a bus into the city.
They would not be back for hours.
He entered the yard by the side gate. There was one large window in the rear wall of the house. It was shut. A gentle slide with his gloved hand revealed that it was not locked. The window opened into an open-plan kitchen. He stepped through into a cool interior, saturated with the smell of the bacon and eggs they’d shared for breakfast.