They horrify us while they edify us. Here is a rundown of a few slightly older true crime titles that have aged well.
Recently, I finished reading The Monkey’s Raincoat, a hardboiled novel written by Robert Crais and published in 1987. (That year, we were treated to such musical hits as Wang Chung’s Everybody Have Fun Tonight, Bangles’ Walk Like An Egyptian, and Tiffany’s I Think We’re Alone Now. Good stuff to bop to. But I digress.) Continue reading “1980s Detective Fiction is Totally Rad”