Clive James has been trying to read a Henry James novel.
You discovered mystery novels at a young age. You began reading one and you were instantly enthralled. You gobbled it down in one long fevered gulp ... and then you went searching for the next.
“If a narrative is going to be as clumsy as that, can’t it have some guns?”
Something is happening here but you don’t know what it is.
The world is saturated with murder mysteries.
There are many reasons we might pick up a detective novel. One is obvious and very simple:
We know we enjoyed the last one.
Readers believe we are solving one particular mystery, when all along something else entirely has been going on.
Murder mysteries can be about death and the profound mystery of life itself.
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious."
Roland Barthes proposes an erotics of reading. And crime fiction does not come off well.