It's Only Criminal...
Last evening we spent an intense session in Maynooth College in the company of some of the top Irish crime writers. I've already promised a short piece about ghost estates and the collapse of the building trade in Ireland for Peter Rozovsky, so it should take some time before photos and reflections get uploaded on Widgetinghour.
There was much discussion about "Ireland" and the current sense of social, fiscal and even moral collapse, but since Irish people have a sense of drama that could not be outdone by any other group that I have met so far, it was helpful to just sit and wonder if what we were discussing was actually "true". True Crime genre was discussed and the body of rapt listeners were probably as relieved as I was to have Gene Kerrigan tell us that there is not that much gore in the stories he writes and that it is really all about the people and their motivations.
I have to admit that it was all a bit wearing. Mostly I ended up wondering why this little island is perceived to be so dismal when, in fact, so many people live dull enough lives and just go shopping from time to time. Perhaps they are the ones who read crime novels and thrillers?
Some of the chat on Detectives Beyond Borders would drive one to drink if the image of Ireland as a blasted heath with psychopaths at every turn were to be taken to heart. Fiscal deficit and the lives of the working poor are global realities at the moment.
I came away wondering (yet again) if Irish people have taken out a monopoly on hardship.
There was much discussion about "Ireland" and the current sense of social, fiscal and even moral collapse, but since Irish people have a sense of drama that could not be outdone by any other group that I have met so far, it was helpful to just sit and wonder if what we were discussing was actually "true". True Crime genre was discussed and the body of rapt listeners were probably as relieved as I was to have Gene Kerrigan tell us that there is not that much gore in the stories he writes and that it is really all about the people and their motivations.
I have to admit that it was all a bit wearing. Mostly I ended up wondering why this little island is perceived to be so dismal when, in fact, so many people live dull enough lives and just go shopping from time to time. Perhaps they are the ones who read crime novels and thrillers?
Some of the chat on Detectives Beyond Borders would drive one to drink if the image of Ireland as a blasted heath with psychopaths at every turn were to be taken to heart. Fiscal deficit and the lives of the working poor are global realities at the moment.
I came away wondering (yet again) if Irish people have taken out a monopoly on hardship.
Labels: a night out, crime fiction, Maynooth, thrillers, writers
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