At the very end of North Drive, Great Yarmouth, opposite the entrance to the Haven Holiday Camp, is the North Denes Coastal Watch lookout hut
The morally corrupt are always much more fun than the goody-two-shoes.
Writers have long emerged on the page in the genre’s long and bloody canon.
I like to think that each of my novels is something new and fresh and tasty – like a warm croissant.
OK Dashiell Hammett might have originated the hard-boiled prose style and changed the face of detective fiction forever, but Chandler added an Edwardian literariness, and the idea that the scene counted for more than the whole.
Whoa, there you are, tucking into a new novel (that is the reading of, not the writing) and you’re enjoying it.
Something strange happened to unreliable narrators in the mid-20th century: they became a little more reliably unreliable, and a lot nastier.
‘My first thought was, wow, I'm going to die in a plane crash. Me. Why me? And why now?’
Don’t call me a trolley dolly. Or a tart with a cart. Or a jumbo bimbo.