Urban Tragedy
I don't know why this happens, but periodically it does happen, and it's happened again. The Facebook algorithm, my quirky computer pal, has taken to inundating me with Urban Fantasy and Cosy Crime sponsored adverts again. Cosy Crime I'm aware of, no one can have watched as much Murder, She Wrote/Marple as I have, and not have a clear understanding of the form. A village, cottages with roses round the door, a post office, butcher's, pub, friendly local bobby, sticky-beak spinster in the general store, a rosy-cheeked retired colonel, a smattering of clean-limbed young people with RP voices, some yokel types for local colour/saloon bar dressing and, of course, your sleuth, who will be an older woman with twinkly eyes who everyone in the book underestimates apart from one of the young people, who will come to recognise her steel-trap mind and unerring judgement. Obviously there's been a glut of these in the wake of Richard Osman's The Thursday Murder Club s...
