The Dying Detective by Leif G.W. Persson, tagged as quintessential Scandi-noir, was a fabulous read. And what did I adore most? The book’s incredibly complex, tortuous plot, that’s what drew me on. Amongst the book group tackling The Dying Detective, I’m betting over half of them shall decry the plot machinations, but, hey, I lapped them up.
Ancillary but vital thought: my unpublished mysteries, two in a possible series, attracted a little agent/editor interest but never got published, and I’ve always felt it’s because my plots are super-dooper gnarly. A new seed: let’s publish them and be damned. Those that loves plots, like me, maybe they’ll fall for my books.