A few short years ago, when the world was gripped by the throat by an ugly global recession, as opposed to just gripped by the goolies as we are now, fantasy fiction took off like a rocket. When times are bad, it seems, people want to go somewhere else in their heads, and that somewhere had vampires and shapeshifters, hellfire, sandals and swords, and, in the case of the Game of Thrones behemoth, an unholy amount of breasts.
When times are good, people like to read crime. Although we pretty much always like to read crime, it seems that nothing delights us more, when we’re spending our evenings rolling in money and pointing at poor people, than to read about dismembered women and the maverick cops who investigate their deaths.
I’m not sure anyone knows where we are at the moment. We seem to be in a state of suspended animation where…
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