Deborah Steinmair

If you enjoy reading domestic noir, before long you start thinking the male gender is suspicious. It’s as if the male protagonists in every novel merge into a ghastly collage of messy manhood: narcissistic, selfish, bullying, domineering, false, and deceitful. At first romantic and considerate, and again briefly when

I want to discuss three books. I'll start with the least substantial one. The Woman in Ward 9 made me think that I'd recently read it. I was thinking of Ward D by Freida McFadden. Easy mistake, look at the titles and covers: Psychological thrillers like

I’m a crime fiction junkie, but I actually read Jo Nesbo for the sake of the characters and the dynamics between them. The main characters are as ruggedly butch as alley cats, but they possess a sensitive side and a true appreciation of women. Meet Detective Bob Oz. He’