Minette Walters

One of the things I did during my holiday was get some serious recreational reading done. Before I went off I hadn’t had much time, so it was great to relax and fall back into the easy arms of detective fiction.

Weeks before my departure I spent a small fortune in Amazon Z-shops, buying up paperbacks at a penny each so that I had a small crate of books to take with me. I realised halfway through that I was going to get through my supply of English language books before my holiday came to an end, so had a whole bunch more sent to Nottingham for me to pick up when I got back.

The first supply was almost entirely Reginald Hill novels. The entire Dalziel and Pascoe series and some of the Joe Sixsmith books. I finally got round to reading the outing of Wieldy and the story of how Edgar and Edwin met, both of which have been referenced in more recent books, and left me intrigued. I even read so far back in the series that it was before Ellie and Peter got married and before Rosie was born. But I still don’t think I’ve read the first, A Clubbable Woman. The Hill books were ordered a long time before I went off, so I had time to lend them to my mother before my holiday. Since I got through them while I was over there, I’ve lent them to a friend in France.

For the second lot, I ordered up some authors that I’d read before of (eg Morse omnibuses, endlessly depressing Ruth Rendell novels from the 80s) and some I’d heard of and never actually read before. Minette Walters was one, as was Peter Robinson, so too Sue Grafton.

I easily took to Grafton’s alphabet murder books. Slim, well crafted detective fiction you can polish off in a few hours. I bought A-E and read them very quickly. F-I are waiting in my now huge to-read pile.

Peter Robinson was also good. I read a book from his Det. Insp. Banks series and it was great. I didn’t find it quite such the same page-turner as some of the other books I’ve had in the crate, but it was still enjoyable, and I will be looking up the rest.

But the real star discovery was Minette Walters. I only had one book with me, her first, The Ice House. And boy was it great. A wicked sense of humour, intriguingly written and rather more substantial than the Grafton books. It took me 9 hours to get through, and was the main reason I didn’t actually leave my hotel room in Saintes. I’ve already acquired five more, and have nearly finished Acid Row. I can’t unfortunately spare too many slots of 9 hours straight, so I’ll be reading a bit more slowly than usual.

Also in the pile are a series of Maigret books in French. This will take a little more psyching up for me to actually read them. I’m a quarter of the way through the first one (La Pipe de Maigret, which means Maigret’s Pipe, I suspect, and not Maigret’s Blowjob…)

It occurs to me I’ve been reading detective fiction my entire life. I think it was a sort of detective fiction that taught me to read in the first place. I have a vague memory, either from actually remembering it, or from being told the story, that it was a Famous Five book I took off my mother because she couldn’t read it to me without snickering, and read it for myself. I did with the Enid Blyton books what I’ve done with every author since that I’ve enjoyed, and spent days of my life reading book after book by the same person. Eventually I exhausted the children’s library and was allowed to go through the adult library under the watchful eyes of friendly local librarians who never let me borrow anything too racy or inappropriate. Agatha Christie was next, Ian Rankin fairly recently. Before that, and before Jurassic Park really brought him to everyone’s attention was Michael Chrichton. Nicci French is someone I’ve been reading in the last five years since one was serialised on Radio 4.

It’s all so desperately low-brow. But I’m not ashamed! (Well, maybe I am a little bit since I obviously feel the need to deny it.)

Do please feel free to leave recommendations below.

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2 comments on “Minette Walters

  1. Leigh says:

    Henning Mankell is good, I’ve just started reading those…set in Sweden so suitably Scandanavian.I’m sure you’ve read Mark Billingham, but good if you haven’t. The No1 ladies Detective Agency books are good as well, still crime fiction but a bit more laid back and easy going.Just finished The Rule of Four. Bestseller at the moment and pretty good, better written than Dan Brown…Patricia Cornwell has gone completely off the boil with her new Scarpetta novels…Trace is just AWFUL! Kathy Reichs has managed to stay on form though and have you read Karin Slaughter? Grim but good.Actually PJ Tracy is very good too. The first was Want to Play? (called Hide and Seek in the US) and Live bait (the follow up) is cracking too!

  2. Alex says:

    Try some Lawrence Block. The matthew Scudder ones. Probably start with “Out on the Cutting Edge” or “A Walk Among the Tombstones” stay away from the Tanner books, or the Bernie Rhondenbarr series unless you want boooks so light they bob around at ceiling level when you let go of them.

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