By the time Dennis Lehane started garnering public attention and huge critical praise for the likes of Mystic River (2001) and Shutter Island (2003) — helped, no doubt, by those two novels being filmed — I couldn’t help but feeling that he’d already done his best work with his first five novels, which featured Boston P.I.s Patrick Kenzie and Angie Gennaro.
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#965: Going Home – Angels Flight (1999) by Michael Connelly
Another dive into the past, as I revisit the crime novels of my youth which set me on the path to classic era detection.
Continue reading#962: Going Home – Fade Away (1996) by Harlan Coben
Another week, another American crime writer who captured my attention as a young man and helped me eventually find joy in the niche of classic-era detective fiction.
Continue reading#959: Going Home – The Monkey’s Raincoat (1987) by Robert Crais
If the purpose of these Going Home posts is to examine the crime fiction which got me started in the genre before the Golden Age became my particular obsession — and it is — then it’s frankly incredible that it’s taken me this long to get round to Robert Crais.
Continue reading#618: Going Home – Dark Hollow (2000) by John Connolly

I did a month of Going Home posts — looking at the contemporary fiction that had steered me onto the more classic detection path now walk — last May, and rather enjoyed revisiting some influential (for me) books and happy memories.
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#531: Going Home – Black & Blue (1997) by Ian Rankin

Since four Tuesdays in the month only allow me four books as part of this Going Home series, today we finish the current run. But I’ve enjoyed rereading these books and will doubtless return to this concept at some future point.
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#528: Going Home – Blood Work (1998) by Michael Connelly

Another week, another look at a book which put me on the path to the classic detection obsession which occupies my every waking moment.
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#525: Going Home – Dead Meat (1993) by Philip Kerr

For the second look at novels which I suspect put me on the route to my persistent craving of a classic detection fix, we go back to an author I adored during what were probably his lean years and had moved on from once he regained his youthful popularity.
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#522: Going Home – Airframe (1996) by Michael Crichton




