I have come down from my hermitage;
I have a job, a family, friends.
I don’t have any more that swift accurate eye
for naming things, names
that parted the world.
Now I grope carefully,
edge to the fringes of new meanings
and hold back.
The world is full
of old meanings.
I am learning to weep
another kind of weeping,
that does not lift me
with its knowledge.
I am too far from home now,
making family, friends, like pacts
for safe passage.
It is not well recognized that crime fiction is a modern thing. It started with modernity. With things like urbanities, municipalities, trams and cars, flats, apartments, telephones, houses with numbers, not names, fingerprints and scientific policing, and so on. An particularist adjunct of impersonal capitalism ! Reason and reasoning is the bedrock of crime solving and crime fiction, a welcome escape from strangulation of feudal times.
OK. So that is why Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christie remain ageless.
Old readers of this blog will recall this blog` s connection with crime fiction. The last post was “ Murdering Literature ” – https://indiauploads.wordpress.com/2015/10/01/murdering-literature/
I always wanted to write at least two novels of crime fiction.
Well, one is published and out, as ebook and paperback :
And so I have promptly started writing the second novel too.
Watch this blogspace.