#malcolm mackay

I don’t know what it is about us Scots that we seem to find murder and crime and death as being a sort of jumping off point to write about a whole lot of other things, but I do think that the thing about crime fiction is that that whatever subject you want to have at the heart of your book, you can work within this genre. There’s almost nothing I can imagine that would be outside the range of crime fiction.

The worst thing to be is noticeable. Let the world form the wrong opinion of you and use that misjudgment as a shield. Do your dark work when others have stopped paying any attention to you, when they’ve decided you aren’t worth their attention.

An outsider is mystery. The inexplicable. The good person may come in a shape we don’t initially recognize, but we will work it out. The mystery will erode.

Power

Malcolm Mackay portrays organized crime as so enamored of hierarchy and meetings that one can almost imagine the gang going off on a retreat, with pastries and facilitators.

Le seul monde plus sombre que celui dans lequel je vivais était celui dans lequel je dormais

Greed Is God