A few months back, I ploughed through Jungle Street by Don Elliott. Elliott (the pseudonym of SF master Robert Silverberg) wrote numerous smutty novels (such as Escape To Sindom, Sex Gang and Party Girl), the kind which once flooded the market with their...

I’ll say it, and I don’t care who hears it: I love James Bond.  I love the style, the intrigue, the gadgets, the barely plausible villains.  I love dang near everything about Ian Fleming’s super-spy.  From the first...

I’ll admit it, I was worried this one wasn’t for me. I cracked open The End of Everything earlier this year, and its first chapters, with their immediate plunge into the early adolescent headspace of Lizzie Hood, had me slightly...

You’ve got a dirty mind. Chances are, anyway, if you’re reading this. You are a fan of the crime genre, after all. You like reading about people getting jailed, shooting guns, robbing, murdering or suffering their comeuppance....

Every year at Bouchercon, the annual mystery/crime fiction convention, there is one book that everyone talks about, one title on everyone’s must-have list. Last year, it was Benjamin Whitmer’s debut novel, Pike. This last year in St. Louis, MO,...