I’m trying to coax myself into writing an honest-to-goodness murder mystery. I currently have Michael Chabon’s The Yiddish Policemen’s Union on my lap. I will soon finish it and absorb its secrets.
I had forgotten that one of the great pleasures of detective fiction is watching the hero take a beating. There are heavies everywhere in Chabon’s novel. Nearly all of them take a swing at the main character.
I have a very rough outline for my story so far. It contains no toughs, no hooligans, not a single person who might assault my protagonist.
How bloodless! I must be doing something wrong.