On Stuart McBride

How can crime novelists not feel hokum when writing?

Or at least like they’re the pantomime narrator attempting some semblance of representation of a dark mind – if ever they find themselves dancing around their keyboard, at a moment of breakthrough, rubbing their hands together in glee…

I will wince but they will feel like they’ve won.

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