You may remember recently I took part in the cover reveal for this book. Well, despite not being able to commit to reading the book I didn’t want to miss out on taking part in the blog tour so today I have a guest post by the author about why murder thrillers are so comforting, to read or to write. Enjoy!
Synopsis: A chilling psychological thriller, titled HER LAST BREATH, about a woman caught between two men…
Mari Gill wakes to horror in a strange apartment next to a murdered man. Protesting her innocence, she feels torn between her husband, a successful defense attorney, and a mysterious, kind man who wants to help. Can she trust either of them – or even her closest friends? Detective Kerri Blasco, investigating, battles her police bosses believing that Mari is innocent…but is she?
Her Last Breath is available now. Purchase link: http://getBook.at/HerLastBreath
Guest post: Why is it so comforting to write or read murder thrillers?
Serial killers, murder most foul, murder stories called “cozy”…the whole range of this genre called “commercial” has one thing in common: the reader knows that good will triumph in the end. We know it’s fiction, but really, that’s why we read commercial fiction – for entertainment, sure, but also for reassurance.
The real world is chaos, unpredictability, upsetting even if you’re just watching the TV news. You or your loved one could have been on that commuter train, in that shopping mall, driving over that bridge that collapsed. The odds are greatly in our favor, but we still feel awful hearing about innocents struck by random horror.
Randomness is terrifying.
But commercial thrillers offer worlds which we know promise control, with a clear beginning, middle and end; nothing vague or chaotic that will leave us hanging and feeling helpless. Characters we love or loathe struggle and slug it out, while, like a clear road map, their inherent nature predicts their outcome. In Gone Girl, Amy Dunne is a sociopath – but does she really get away with what she’s done? Who’d want her life after the end of that story? She’s poisoned every relationship she’ll ever have.
True, the writing of Gone Girl was so ice pick brilliant that it rises to the level of literature…but there was nobody innocent in that book. No good guys suffered, so that brings it right back to the realm of a satisfying commercial thriller.
Heavy duty literature more often mirrors real life, where good too often suffers and corruption crushes. “Literature” can be depressing. As a French major, I was told no, we couldn’t read Victor Hugo or Jules Verne, it had to be term papers on Balzac’s Father Goriot suffering and Sartre’s “life is oppressive” opus. I’m glad I read those books, especially Balzac – but I’ve never re-read them.
I keep meaning to. Someday. As soon as I finish re-reading Silence of the Lambs, and that terrific James Patterson thriller waiting next in the pile…