Wednesday, January 22, 2025

Oligarchy Unmasked: Why It Matters To You and Me

 Wed--Kwei

I'm afraid my creative juices have dried up, so I’m cheating a bit and reprinting a blog from my website. Our readers are probably more sophisticated than the average, so forgive me if this seems a bit basic.

Following President Joe Biden’s farewell address, in which he warned of an emerging oligarchy in America, online searches for the term “oligarchy” spiked. This reflects how few people are familiar with the concept, let alone know the word or how to spell it.

What is an oligarchy?

An oligarchy is a system of governance where power is concentrated in the hands of a few individuals or families, often distinguished by wealth, nobility, corporate, religious, or military control. Unlike a democracy, where power distributes itself among the populace, an oligarchy centralizes authority, allowing a select group to make decisions that serve their interests.

Examples of this in American history are the “robber barons" of the late 19th Century. Industrialists like Andrew Carnegie, John D. Rockefeller, and J.P. Morgan solidified the framework of oligarchy in America. 


Their massive wealth enabled them to control key industries such as steel, oil, and banking. They influenced politics and labor laws to maintain their dominance. They wielded their power not only through lobbying but also by creating monopolies, suppressing unions, and funding political campaigns.

The Modern Tech Oligarchy

Tech giants like Amazon, Google, Facebook (Meta), and Apple have amassed extraordinary wealth and influence in recent decades. Leaders such as Jeff Bezos, Elon Musk, and Mark Zuckerberg wield immense power over information, communication, and commerce. They shape public discourse through control over platforms, influence policy through lobbying, and amass global economic power rivaling that of nation-states.

The fundamental difference between oligarchs and "ordinary" rich people lies in power and influence.

        Ordinary Rich People: These individuals may have significant wealth but primarily focus on                 personal or business interests. Their influence on government and society tends to be limited or                 indirect, achieved mainly through lobbying, philanthropy, or business operations.

  • Oligarchs are ultra-wealthy individuals whose wealth is directly tied to political power and control. They often leverage their financial resources to influence or manipulate government policies, secure favorable laws, and maintain their status. In many cases, their wealth comes from exploiting connections to the state, often blurring the line between public service and private gain.

The Kremlin Aglow

        Russia is a quintessential example of oligarchic rule. Following the collapse of the Soviet Union, a             small group of individuals gained immense wealth and control by acquiring state assets during the             privatization of industries in the 1990s. These oligarchs secured their positions by aligning closely              with the government, particularly Vladimir Putin's administration.

  • Political Ties: Russian oligarchs maintain their wealth by being loyal to the Kremlin. In return, they receive protection and opportunities for further enrichment. This symbiotic relationship ensures the oligarchs' continued influence while bolstering the central government's power.

  • Economic Control: Oligarchs often dominate key sectors like energy, mining, and telecommunications. This creates an economic environment where wealth is concentrated in the hands of a few, and competition is stifled.

  • International Impact: Russian oligarchs often use their wealth to exert influence abroad, including funding political movements, media outlets, and think tanks that align with Russian interests.

In essence, Russian oligarchs are not just wealthy—they are gatekeepers of power, wielding influence that extends beyond their wealth to shape the political and social landscape of the country and, at times, the world.

The Yawning Gulf Between Oligarchs and Everyday People

Prominent billionaire tech leaders like Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, and Mark Zuckerberg, will be seated in a reserved section alongside Cabinet officials and elected leaders during the Presidential Inauguration. The ceremony, relocated to the Capitol Rotunda ostensibly due to forecasts of severe cold, has sparked cynical comment that it reflects President-elect Trump's priorities: As he and his affluent guests remain warm indoors, MAGA supporters, some of whom have purchased tickets, are left outside in the freezing weather unable to witness the event firsthand, arguably a perfect metaphor for how little real regard Trump has for his base. 


Neither Trump nor his fellow oligarchs have ever had concerns about the supermarket price of eggs and bacon. Don't expect them to change now.

Gasoline Prices: A Case Study

 The president's influence on gas prices is minimal due to a complex web of factors, including global supply and demand, geopolitical tensions, and market speculation. While leaders often promise lower fuel costs with slogans like “drill, baby, drill,” such measures have limited impact. The United States has been the world’s largest oil producer for the past seven years, achieving record production in 2023. Yet, gasoline prices remain subject to unpredictable global market forces that no nation can control.

 The Preoccupations of the Ultra-Rich

 At a time when ordinary individuals grapple with daily financial concerns, many ultra-rich individuals focus on ventures disconnected from the immediate needs of the general populace. For example, billionaires like Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos have invested heavily in space exploration through their respective companies, SpaceX and Blue Origin.

 On January 17, 2025, Jeff Bezos’s Blue Origin successfully launched its New Glenn rocket from Cape Canaveral, Florida, marking its entry into the orbital space race. This achievement positions Blue Origin as a significant competitor to SpaceX, which has dominated the reusable heavy rocket category. While these advancements are monumental in aerospace innovation, they offer little immediate benefit to individuals struggling with everyday expenses.

 Similarly, Elon Musk’s SpaceX continues to make strides in space technology, embracing a “fail-and-fix quickly” strategy to drive rapid progress and innovation. Despite recent test failures, this approach facilitates faster development and lower costs, critical for commercial viability. However, these endeavors are remote from the pressing concerns of those living paycheck to paycheck.

The Impact on Everyday Americans

 While the ultra-rich focus on ambitious projects like space exploration, many Americans face financial hardships. Rising food prices, housing costs, and healthcare expenses remain pressing concerns. The endeavors of the wealthy elite, including ventures into space tourism and cryptocurrency, rarely address these immediate needs. This disconnect highlights the growing chasm between the oligarchs’ priorities and ordinary citizens’ everyday struggles.

 Recognizing the presence and influence of oligarchies is crucial for preserving democratic values, so, we must remain vigilant and closely monitor those coming into power. By the time the Oh, my God, what have we done? moment strikes, it may be too late to repair the damage quickly.














Tuesday, January 21, 2025

Here I Go Again, (Not) on my own...

a cast of unusual suspects in 2012 as Neil Cross won
the Ngaio Marsh Award for Luther: The Calling
Craig every second Tuesday

Kia ora and gidday everyone,

So last week, quite a lot earlier in the year than usual, I began the very early planning for the 2025 Mystery in the Library season, which is a nationwide and sometimes beyond annual series of free/koha author panel discussions held at libraries in cities, towns, and rural areas all across Aotearoa New Zealand, in association with the Ngaio Marsh Awards, which are my home country's annual book prizes for crime, mystery, thriller and suspense writing.

Now why would I, a Kiwi in London, spend lots and lots of my time each year programming library events all across New Zealand that I never get to attend? (current strike rate = 1 of 86 NZ MITL events + 1 of 4 international ones)

Well, it's because I'm the crazy fool who kickstarted the Mystery in the Library series back in 2015 (possibly sleep-deprived as a new father chaperoning Miss Now-Ten, Then Three Month's first visit with both sets of her grandparents). And after all, I was just doubling down on my even crazier idea in 2010 to establish the Ngaio Marsh Awards in the first place. There were plenty of doubters in the local books world; people I otherwise really respected who thought there was no way an annual prize celebrating excellence in Kiwi writing was sustainable. 

Anyway, flash forward to now; we're on the cusp of our 15th anniversary season of the Ngaio Marsh Awards, which continue to go from strength to strength (eg we'll have more entries this year, and each of the past few years, than the first few years combined), as well as celebrating ten years of Mystery in the Library events. 

Paul Cleave with this first of his
record three Ngaio Marsh Awards
for Best Novel, in 2011
It's funny, but I find often it's easier to focus on the things we haven't done (yet) than to appreciate the things we have done, or been part of. Not that you're not appreciative or enjoy those things as they happen, just that you keep moving on to the next. Whereas the ideas not yet fulfilled linger in the mind. Similar to chance not taken, I guess. At least that's how I sometimes find it, as someone who organises events and other things in relation to the crime and thriller world. In my head are all the things I've thought I could or should do at some stage, but haven't yet. Other ways to help authors, build communities, connect writers and readers. 

To shine a light on cool creatives and the power and joy of reading.

Right, not to get too philosophical, but that leads in to why I - a 6ft 2, 300lb man from New Zealand that often gets compared to Vikings - found himself tearing up in front of a library computer in SW London last week.

You see, I'd decided to start revving the engines a little earlier than usual for this year's Ngaio Marsh Awards, given 2025 is our 15th anniversary season (man, time flies) and we're going to be doing a few extra things to celebrate. Before launching into the planning of our Mystery in the Library series of event, which have formed part of the 'Ngaios season' for the past decade, COVID lockdown and restrictions years apart, I thought I should tally up all the MITL events we'd done so far, and the authors involved. 

I kinda ballpark had an idea, but didn't know exactly. 

So it turns out my random wee idea to hold an author panel event at the Takapuna Library back in May 2015 had blossomed quite significantly. 

So far, we've held 86 free/koha events at 34 libraries across Aotearoa (plus another four events at libraries in Australia, UK, and Iceland), featuring 208 diff Kiwi storytellers (approximately 300-350 total author appearances - still need to tally that exactly). 

Wow. Perhaps supporting and celebrating Kiwi crime writing was sustainable, after all. 

Sitting there in a SW London library this past week, thinking of how the Ngaios was partially sparked by visits to two libraries several thousand miles apart, in Vancouver and Auckland, how important libraries have been to me throughout my whole life (even as a kid with a wonderful home life that didn't need escaping from), and reflecting on all the hundreds of authors and dozens of libraries who'd been involved over the years, I was just overcome. 

With gratitude. 

Rather than thinking about the things I hadn't yet done, the events (including a second Rotorua Noir festival) cancelled or kiboshed by COVID, the crime writing projects and ideas that hadn't happened yet - a Ngaios website, anyone? an official New Zealand crime writing association? - I was overwhelmed by how much WE had all actually done, together. As the list of names and locations grew and grew and grew and grew, I was just so very grateful. 

How cool that our shared love of storytelling has led to something like this? 

Before we even start our 2025 Mystery in the Library season - likely our biggest and hopefully our best yet - we're held 90 free/koha events, connecting hundreds of authors and many thousands of readers, supporting libraries big and small, city and country, all over our map. All done on 'the smell of an oily rag', as my Mum used to say, rather than any arts body funding etc. It's amazing what you can do with a lot of goodwill, and a lot of great people. 


 
(Thanks to the fab folks at Wellington City Libraries, you can watch recordings of several of our Mystery in the Library events held at their Karori or Newtown Libraries in recent years, such as this 2024 Newtown event above)

Sometimes I think I get far too much credit for some of the things that have happened in the #yeahnoir (NZ crime, mystery, and thriller writing) world - eg I cringe at the title of this otherwise really lovely interview I did with a Kiwi journalist and booklover in 2023, about the Ngaios and Kiwi crime writing. 

I just saw a gap back in 2009-2010, and thought that perhaps I could help. I've loved tales of mysteries and thrills since I was a kid, so it's always seemed a great privilege to get to be more involved in the genre, around the outskirts in various ways, whether reviewing books, interviewing authors, appearing at festivals, putting together events, judging awards, or editing anthologies.

And how awesome to get to connect, sometimes in person and often from afar, with so many fellow crime-lovers, and get to create events where authors and readers and libraries can all come together. 

I'm a lucky man, surrounded by amazing people. 

Sorry to get philosophical on you, dear readers, but I just thought I'd share that oh-so-strong moment of gratitude that struck me this past week. Gratitude is a cure for ills, as they say, or a balm at least. And despite many hours of data collation and entry to realise just what we'd done, I certainly felt recharged and refreshed, rather than fatigued. It also fired me up in the days since, to see just what we could do with our 2025 Ngaios and events. 

Watch this space. We're just getting started. 

Until next time, ka kite anō. 


Whakataukī of the fortnight: 
Inspired by Zoe and her 'word of the week', I'll be ending my fortnightly posts by sharing a whakataukī (Māori proverb), a pithy and poetic thought to mull on as we go through life.

Nāu te rourou, nāku te rourou ka ora ai te iwi
(with your basket and my basket, the people will thrive)


dozens of Rotorua Noir attendees at the official opening of 
NZ's first ever crime festival at the famed Te Papaiouru Marae 


Monday, January 20, 2025

Florence in January

Annamaria on Monday

It's January 20, 2025.

I know.  But I am not watching, and I hope you, too, are focusing on staying sane.  Here are some distractions.

An exhibition of photographs of Florence, made by a photography studio during the century between 1924 and 2024.  Here are the highlights.    

The venue is a newly restored palazzo, now the
headquarters of the region of Tuscany, a 
treasure in itself,

Florence during the flood of 1966. The little square
Windows that you see just above the water are at
the top of the second floor.
What is that?  A bird? 

A woman diving into the Arno.
(Not during the flood, though.)

The street in front of my apartment building as it looked
after the Nazis bombed it on their way out. 


Some of the attraction was the view out the windows.

Do you recognize her?




On the way to an exhibit in the Palazzo Vecchio

The subject of the exhibition. Do 
you recognize him?

A plaster cast of the head of David. Something I 
always wanted to see close up.  These photos emphasize 
how, as one looks at his expression from different
angles, you see all the emotions of the boy about
to do battle with a giant!





These two are for Stan, to show him
that I too am spotting animals.


TOMBS IN SANTA CROCE:

Gallileo

Victorio Alfieri

Rossini
  
Machiavelli 



Friday, January 17, 2025

May the Jabberwocky Forgive Me

 


Jeff– Saturday

Can anyone make sense of the madness wreaking havoc these days across our planet? Everywhere we look existential threats loom draped in the finest of modern-day Mad Hatter explanations and justifications. Simply put, we live in nonsensical times. 


And who better to lend perspective to what we face than the master of the greatest English language nonsense poem. Yes, I’m talking about Lewis Carroll’s “The Jabberwocky,” included in his 1871 novel, Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There, published as the sequel to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland


But, alas, poor Lewis passed away 127 years ago last Tuesday, leaving me no choice but to offer my perspective on our times in a nonsensical parody of “The Jabberwocky.” For the purists of you out there, the original version follows my effort to “shun the “Frumious Bandersnatch.”:

 


 MY VERSION

’Twas broiling, and while slimy toes

      Did gore and grapple with the knave:

Pure Whimsy out there in the throes,

      Showed passion for the Brave.

 

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

      The trumpious Meandersnatch!”

 

Brave took his justice sword in hand;

      Long time the manic foe he sought—

He rested by the Dumbdumb tree

      His thoughts on who before him fought.

 

And, thinking of those who next would,

      The Jabberwock, with eyes aflame,

Came wafting turgid through the wood,

      Pooting on as it came!

 

One, two! One, two! Brave thrust straight through,

      But justice blade went flicker flick!

Its power lost all drained and blue.

      Now Brave must gallop back.

 

To face not slaying Jabberwock.

      And seek to rally hope not coy,

For those who wish to see the day

      When lives return to joy.

 

T’was broiling, and while slimy toes

      Did gore and grapple with the knave:

As Whimsy out there in the throes,

      Show passion for the Brave.

 

 

 

Lewis  Carroll

The Original Jabberwocky

By Lewis Carroll

 

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

      And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

 

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

      Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

      And stood awhile in thought.

 

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

      And burbled as it came!

 

One, two! One, two! And through and through

      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

      He went galumphing back.

 

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

      He chortled in his joy.

 

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

      And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

Thanks, Lewis.

 

–Jeff

 

Travelling light

 


A view to plan murders I think!

I’ve always admired people who can travel transatlantic carrying a book and a credit card. They are mostly male, young, with a student vibe and no socks. I presume they are also tired from constant studying and/or partying, and plan to sleep for the seven hours plus of the journey.

Before a recent flight I had the misfortune to watch ten minutes of Airport 77. I thought that was the one where Charlton Heston comes in the window of the plane in a black polo neck. But it’s the one where the plane crashes into the sea and then nestles onto the seabed, but only partially fills up with water. I can see my editor's red pen scribbling Explain?

Like most crime writers, I have a very good imagination. ‘He’ tells me that even without an engine an aircraft will glide for about 100 miles. Personally, I doubt it. I go more for the plumet out the sky theory. Although, it may plumet out the sky with a degree of forward trajectory.

But we did get safely to where we were intending to go. Unlike our recent trip to Berlin, our luggage followed us on the journey. 

So last week we found ourselves away from home to a place where the sun decided to shine and with a scenic elevator. And yes, Towering Inferno.

And there's a beautiful calm sea with people swimming. I can see the lone dorsal fin and hear the musoc from my balcony.

I have a faithful blue rucksack that I carry with me at all times, many of you will have witnessed it at various Bouchercons.

It has 13 pockets which is confusing.

Here’s my list for ideal travelling/ cabin bags contents.

 

Personal mobile phone – flight mode. No games.

Work phone – flight mode. No game.

One notebook – half used, full of scribbles.

Secondary notebook – unused, in case the above runs out. One will be hardback; one will be paperback.

Note cards- for doing scene by scene planning of next book. Great idea, Never happens. Like Stevenson, I travel in hope.

Pencil case – stuffed full of fountain pens.

Extra pens - biro type

Extra contact lenses- in case case goes missing.

Sunglasses- not included for travel within UK.

Prescription glasses- In case of failure of contacts

Laptop- slightly too big to watch screen comfortably on the tray table on board. Crick in neck…

Laptop soft case-

External hard disk with 4 copies of Air Crash Investigations and that Horizon documentary of how to survive an air crash.

Two usb sticks- with copies of novel.

Noise cancelling earphones- in case there’s a screaming child or adult nearby. Or somebody talking. Or breathing. Or anybody really.

Normal earphones- For listening to phone- Listening to the Mysterious Mr Quinn short stories at the moment. Each of them, later became a novel. Very interesting to see the progression of the story from one to other.

Socks- in case stranded overnight at Chicago airport. Again.

Sweeties/chocolate- for munching if delayed.

Sandwich- for scoffing if we have the veggie option of raisin omelette. That’s a mistake you only make once.

Hankies – lots of, makeshift face masks

Pain killers- lots of, for the Chicago stranded experience.

An extra jumper of fine wool- useful tip for travelling with a bad back or neck. It becomes a neck roll or a small pillow or blanket and doesn’t crease.

Small brush- long hair issues

Toothbrush and toothpaste- Chicago airport!

Small mirror- for contact lenses. And for SOS signalling if the plane goes down.

2 books- one half read, the other in case I finish the first one.

Kindle- in case I finish both the books. Or if one is truly awful

Pad of crosswords- Each one half completed and abandoned when it got difficult.

Hair clasp- see small brush above.

 


View from my writing desk last week

Here's a joke-

Two crime writers sitting on a plane. They are cruising at 37,000 feet. The pilot makes an announcement that he has to shutdown one of the engines, so they'll be an hour late getting into Chicago. After a quarter of an hour he says that we are going to have to shutdown the second engine because it has gone on fire, 'it's perfectly safe but we'll be two hours late getting into Chicago.'

 After half an hour the pilot comes on again and says, 'sorry but the problem has now spread to the third engine. The plane can fly perfectly well on one engine but we'll be three hours late getting into Chicago.'

 After another  hour, the pilot comes on the tannoy and one crime writer turns to the other and says, 'if that's the fourth engine gone, we're going to be up here all night.'


Caro 



May the Jabberwocky Forgive Me

 


Jeff– Saturday

Can anyone make sense of the madness wreaking havoc these days across our planet? Everywhere we look existential threats loom draped in the finest of modern-day Mad Hatter explanations and justifications. Simply put, we live in nonsensical times. 


And who better to lend perspective to what we face than the master of the greatest English language nonsense poem. Yes, I’m talking about Lewis Carroll’s “The Jabberwocky,” included in his 1871 novel, Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There, published as the sequel to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland


But, alas, poor Lewis passed away 127 years ago last Tuesday, leaving me no choice but to offer my perspective on our times in a nonsensical parody of “The Jabberwocky.” For the purists of you out there, the original version follows my effort to “shun the “Frumious Bandersnatch.”:

 


 MY VERSION

’Twas broiling, and while slimy toes

      Did gore and grapple with the knave:

Pure Whimsy out there in the throes,

      Showed passion for the Brave.

 

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

      The trumpious Meandersnatch!”

 

Brave took his justice sword in hand;

      Long time the manic foe he sought—

He rested by the Dumbdumb tree

      His thoughts on who before him fought.

 

And, thinking of those who next would,

      The Jabberwock, with eyes aflame,

Came wafting turgid through the wood,

      Pooting on as it came!

 

One, two! One, two! Brave thrust straight through,

      But justice blade went flicker flick!

Its power lost all drained and blue.

      Now Brave must gallop back.

 

To face not slaying Jabberwock.

      And seek to rally hope not coy,

For those who wish to see the day

      When lives return to joy.

 

T’was broiling, and while slimy toes

      Did gore and grapple with the knave:

As Whimsy out there in the throes,

      Show passion for the Brave.

 

 

 

Lewis  Carroll

The Original Jabberwocky

By Lewis Carroll

 

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

      And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

 

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

      Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

      And stood awhile in thought.

 

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

      And burbled as it came!

 

One, two! One, two! And through and through

      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

      He went galumphing back.

 

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

      He chortled in his joy.

 

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

      And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

Thanks, Lewis.

 

–Jeff


Thursday, January 16, 2025

A Bumper Time for South African Crime Fiction

 Michael - Alternate Thursdays

After a bit of a drought for the last few years, South African crime fiction has new voices saying new things and some older voices saying new things also. It could be a resurgence that will draw new readers at home and abroad. I’ve been interviewing some of them for ITW’s Africa Scene, and I hope to be talking to more of them this year. More important, I’ll be reading their books.

Deon Meyer is South Africa's premier crime writer, and his new book Leo came out in English at the end of last year. He’s written another startling thriller set around Benny Griessel and his problems. Stellenbosch with its beautiful wine country and darker commercial side has proved to be a great setting for the books. This one visits Italy also. Deon’s books always deliver!

Irma Venter, a best-selling author in South Africa, will be making her debut in the US with Red Tide this April. It’s a terrific novel matching two very different detectives trying to solve a cold case together in the arid Karoo. The case is very personal to one of them and becomes so for the other. The blend of an art theme with grabbing characters makes this a powerful thriller. I think American readers will agree.

Natalie Conyer is a new(ish) voice. She grew up in Cape Town and now lives in Sydney. Her debut featured Detective Schalk Lourens trying to find his way in the police in the new South Africa while trying to catch a murderer. Present Tense won the Ned Kelly award in Australia for best debut novel, quite an achievement for a book set somewhere else. The sequel, Shadow City, is set partly in Sydney and partly in Cape Town and follows an unexpected slave trade linking the countries. I hope we’ll see more of her books and of Schalk in the future.


Tony Park is one of South Africa's best-selling thriller writers. He's an Australian who lives mostly in South Africa these days much of it in the African bush. Many of his books revolve around poaching and smuggling, and pangolins are the unfortunate targets in The Protector. This one blends in a mystery too, making it something different.

For something completely different, try Jennifer Stern’s A Big Hand for the Spirits. It blends a southern African travel adventure, a thriller, and an intriguing blend of philosophy that she calls African magical realism. The result is something quite unique.



Finally, there's a scary kidnapping thriller, Now You Suffer, from Gareth Crocker that keeps you guessing We see the story partly from the viewpoint of a detective whose own daughter had been kidnapped and so is never far from exploding into violence and anger, and partly from the viewpoint of one of the kidnapper’s victims who refers to him just as Thing. Is Thing a psychopathic pedophile or something even worse? There are lots of twists along the way.

And I’m very excited to hear that Mike Nicol will be starting a new series this year. He’s been working on it for a while and the first book is ready to go. I can’t wait.

And that’s just for starters. The whole of 2025 is still ahead!