Of caviar and salted peanuts

 I did not have time to blog about it, but two days ago was the birthday of Mickey Spillane. And I found on social media this delicious (forgive the pun) quote from him, which explains in a nutshell why I always come back to crime fiction. You probably heard of it too. Here it is: "Those big-shot writers could never dig the fact that there are more salted peanuts consumed than caviar". I don't know for you, but I can relate. Fittingly enough, two days ago, I was blogging about peanut butters. Anyway, I only read one book of Spillane so far, but I intend to read more.

I, The Jury for #Noirvember

As it is #Noirvember, I am reading a lot of crime fiction. Okay, so I read crime fiction all year round or almost, but #Noirvember (how do you cann it by the way, a hashtag, a social media phenomenon, a festival?) helps me to get through the month like it's no big deal. Anyway, so I am currently reading I, The Jury, the debut novel by Mickey Spillane. It is also the first story featuring private eye Mike Hammer. I must confess, I never read Spillane before, although I had of course heard of him and read a good deal about him. Both good and bad. So far, I am enjoying it a lot. Spillane may not be Chandler or Hammet, but he can write hardboiled and the novel is suitably dark and violent for Noirvember. In fact, this may be one of the most suitable work of crime fiction for the month. A match made in Heaven, or in Hell.