Fearadh na fáilte to the carnabhal – or something of the sort. My Irish is a bit
rusty non-existent. Nevertheless, it’s time to celebrate the carnival as it sets up its pitch in Ireland, where Declan Burke holds to the capitalist belief that Crime Always Pays. Is this the Irish Tiger at work, or is he being metaphorical? In any case, he calls our attention to a couple of brilliant chroniclers of the Irish crime fiction scene – Critical Mick, who offers unruly reviews, and Cormac Millar who may have been a librarian in a previous life, given he provides a growing catalog of Irish crime writers. Obviously, when the tourist board tells you there’s little crime in Ireland they haven’t been to a bookshop lately.
This carnival also offers a sideshow of exotic bloggers who eschew the usual suspects and point the way to the best mysteries you may not have heard about. You’ll thrill to noir, Euro, continental, and Jordan-esque blogs, not to mention the amazing perpetual motion machine that keeps the Interweb spinning. See, too, a charming headshot of Peter Rozovsky, who has a brain the size of a planet. (I knew that, being a regular reader of Detectives Beyond Borders; I just didn’t realize he was green.) All in all, this carnival is a feast of international, independent, and indispensable sites for the insatiable crime fiction reader. My RSS feeds runneth over.
Next up: Oyez, oyez, you are herewith presented with a subpoena – to join us in England as a Material Witness on or about the fifteenth day of the month of December. We’re serious about this. Or about crime fiction, anyway.
photo courtesy of red betty black