Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean
The next book on my list to read, having now finished the PD James is Michael Dibdin’s Aurelio Zen novel Medusa. I had a look at the Guardian review and found this, on the joy of reading thrillers:
“I now begin to understand the attraction. Like a pensioner discovering crack cocaine and liking it, I wonder at the wasted years I have spent not reading thrillers. I could have been having so much more fun. The books I tend to read and approve of do not have quite so many dead bodies, nail-biting chases, sinister conspiracies, or world-weary exposés of the cynical corruption at the heart of the body politic. All these, Dibdin has.”
I feel somehow justified…