Old detectives rarely die — or age, for that matter: Poirot is forever 60, Sherlock Holmes 50, P. D. James’s Adam Dalgliesh a handsome 38 or so.
Inside British Intelligence: 100 Years of MI5 and MI6, by Gordon Thomas
The Oxford Despoiler, by Gary Dexter
Twisted Wing, by Ruth Newman
Windows on the Moon, by Alan Brownjohn
The Ignorance of Blood (Harper Collins, £17.99) is the fourth of Robert Wilson’s novels to feature Inspector Javier Falcon of Seville, and it completes a planned quartet examining some of the demons, old and new, plaguing modern Spain.
The Chalk Circle Man, by Fred Vargas, translated
Andrew Taylor reviews a selection of recent crime novels
And Then There Was No One, by Gilbert Adair
Israel Rank, by Roy Horniman
The Folio Book of Historical Mysteries, edited by Ian Pindar
When does a novel stop being a novel and become a crime story? It’s often assumed that there is an unbridgeable gap between them, but that’s not necessarily so.