A Criminal Obsession: Are You Guilty, Too?

I’m not sure what I was looking at the other day, but for some reason I suddenly realized (“suddenly realized” is a phrase I would warn you away from in your fiction) that my mind and life are consumed with the subject of crime.

I would make a lame criminal. While I’ve had my brushes with Johnny and Jane Law, I’ve only ever almost been arrested (juvenile offenses, and minor ones at that—let’s leave those to your imagination for now). I’m a terrible liar, meaning that I have a very hard time lying without immediately giving myself away. No poker face for me. I blush and stammer and can’t help but laugh nervously. I can feel my heart speed up and my blood pressure rise with the red in my face. Suffice it to say I would never bother to try to fool a polygraph. I’d like to say I can’t lie because of my ironclad moral code, but I suspect it’s more a lack of self-confidence.

Crime fascinates me. I know several people who have been victims of violent crimes, or have had loved ones injured or murdered. Crime is real, and I’m not a groupie of real crimes and criminals. But the stories that catch my attention first when I’m online or reading a newspaper are always crime stories: silly, sordid, violent, white-collar, rural, urban—they’re all fascinating. And I’ve never found the variety and true weirdness in fiction that I can find in the newspaper or online. (With the exception of Harry Crews, of course. Harry used to give me the vapors.)

I’m not sure when I stopped reading books that didn’t involve crime. Or watching non-crime television. Sure, I’ve read a few biographies or literary novels over the past decade, but they’ve been outnumbered by crime, suspense, and historical fiction by a factor of ten. That feels like a strange admission to come from a person who loves the classics and used to review books of all sorts for a living. (Well, even back then, it wasn’t exactly a living.)

Not long before I stopped reviewing professionally, I was a Best Novel judge for a major mystery fiction award. Talk about a baptism by crime fiction fire. I was given hundreds of mystery novels, and read a huge number of them. It felt like a whole new world to me. There were tropes and rules, and so many plots. Did I say I read them? In truth, I devoured them. In younger days, I’d read an Agatha Christie here and there, teethed on Poe, Patricia Highsmith, and Jim Thompson. And lord knows I watched Columbo, MacMillan and Wife, the Rockford Files, and David Suchet’s Poirot until my eyeballs dried out. But I never knew there was such variety in the form. So many crime/mystery niches. So much comfort and exercise for my brain in one genre.

Comfort and exercise. Now, there’s an odd combination.

I like to tell my workshops that all good works of fiction are essentially mysteries. The mystery is the unfolding of the story. Only the author is absolutely certain what will happen before the last page is turned (or in the case of a thriller, the why is more evident, and the how is the mystery). The reader is constantly imagining what might happen next, making up her own possible scenarios that might finish the story. A good book poses at least one question at its opening, and answers it by the end. The challenge for the reader is to try to get inside the writer’s head and know where she is going at least a heartbeat before the story takes her there. Why, why, why, why, why? The reader constantly asks. Every sentence has to have some kind of answer.

If you read enough mysteries or other crime novels, or if you watch mysteries on television, you will definitely be able to predict with some accuracy what the outcomes will be. That’s where the strange comfort comes in. There’s comfort in knowing a crime or mystery has been solved, or comfort in knowing it hasn’t, but that the truth rests with one of the characters we’ve met. Or that someone is punished. You can’t always get that kind of satisfaction in real life. Closure in real life can be protracted and painful, or non-existent.

Not long ago I gave an emerging writer a critique on a family drama novel. The writing was fine, and there was some decent tension in the story. But I found myself wanting to suggest heightened drama and perhaps the introduction of…a crime. Neither the writer nor her intended readers would have much liked that.

I fear I am ruined for everything but crime stories. I want high stakes. I want to live in the head of someone who looks at the world through a lens of twisted intensity. I want things to happen, frequently and with vigor and unintended consequences.

My husband has been teaching creative writing in various universities for three decades. If I were to crystalize his advice to his students, it would be: Don’t bore me.

That’s the thing about crime fiction. It’s rarely boring. If I want quiet intensity, I can read Louise Penny. Rhys Bowen and M.C. Beaton are available for deadly shenanigans. Patricia Cornwell and Kathy Reichs are immersive. John Hart and John Connolly give us unforgettable characters. Reed Farrell Coleman and Cormac McCarthy are full of grit. Lindsay Faye and Susan Elia MacNeal offer historical secrets. I could go on all day.

Crime-centric television is my playground. In the past two years I’ve watched the entire Poirot, Midsomer Murders, Prime Suspect, Inspector Morse and Inspector Lewis series. Also True Detective, The Fall, Vera, Worricker, Bosch, Blue Murder, Grantchester, Whitechapel, Touching Murder, Broadchurch, and a truly embarrassing amount of Nordic noir (not an exhaustive list).

We also watched The Detectorists (charming, not a crime series) and Galavant (musically charming), though I could barely sit through the Galavant songs. Almost no one dies!

I tell myself that all the combination death and destruction and darkness is a big part of my job. That living it and breathing it is okay as long as there are brief excursions into other realms. Realms I used to visit much more frequently. (On Thanksgiving we went to see Arrival, the new alien film. Meh.)


This coming year, I’m going to make a sincere effort to read more widely and watch with a mind open to non-crime possibilities. I thought I’d start with Silence by Shūsakū Endō. Martin Scorcese has directed a film adaptation of the novel, which is about two Jesuit priests who travel to 17th century Japan to find their missing mentor. Christianity has been outlawed, and its adherents are persecuted and tortured. It sounds plenty intense, and the stakes couldn’t be higher. But it at least can’t be categorized as crime fiction. Right?

What genres make up most of your reading and viewing? Are you single-minded, reading mostly in your chosen writing genres, or do you read and watch widely?

Laura Benedict’s latest novel is The Abandoned Heart. It’s full of crime and suspense.

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About Laura Benedict

Laura Benedict is the Edgar- and ITW Thriller Award- nominated author of eight novels of suspense, including The Stranger Inside (Publishers Weekly starred review). Her Bliss House gothic trilogy includes The Abandoned Heart, Charlotte’s Story (Booklist starred review), and Bliss House. Her short fiction has appeared in Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine, and in numerous anthologies like Thrillers: 100 Must-Reads, The Lineup: 20 Provocative Women Writers, and St. Louis Noir. A native of Cincinnati, she lives in Southern Illinois with her family. Visit her at www.laurabenedict.com.

11 thoughts on “A Criminal Obsession: Are You Guilty, Too?

  1. In the past I read very widely.
    Now and for the past many years I generally share your glorious obsession (as reader and writer). Mystery, suspense, intrigue, danger, excitement, and conflict involving complex characters and the highest stakes – I love it!
    I see any literati-originated notions of superiority to be ego-based delusions. I embrace obssession in my chosen genres secure in recognition that they offer authors, writing, and stories the equal of any.
    I don’t consider myself single-minded, I think connoisseur is more apt ?

  2. Try some urban fantasy which is contemporary fantasy driven by a mystery plot. Jim Butcher’s “The Dresden Files,” for example, starts out as a noir detective plot which evolves into thriller territory about seven novels in.

    Here are a few examples of other urban fantasy or paranormal mysteries out there.


    Charlaine Harris’ Sookie Stackhouse/TRUE BLOOD novels.


    Marjorie M. Liu’s   “Hunter Kiss” series. The heroine’s job is to kill demons, and she must solve mysteries involving them.  


    Keri Arthur’s Riley Jenson series

    Anton Strout’s DEAD series.  Paranormal NYC government agency which takes care of paranormal threats and covers them up. Hero Simon is an ex-thief who uses psychometry to read objects.

    CE Murphy series. Shaman cop Joanne Walker.


    Many of Kelley Armstrong’s “The Otherworld Series.”   

    Kat Richardson’s “Greywalker” novels.


    Laura Anne Gilman’s HARD MAGIC.    Magic (the current/electricity) is seen as a science with spells.  A group of young Talents is brought together to create the first forensic magic investigative team. 


    Simon R. Green’s Eddie Drood novels.  

  3. Lol about your not being a good criminal. I’m afraid I’d make an excellent criminal–but I never go down that road because, unlike most actual criminals, I’ve never assumed I wouldn’t get caught. I’ve always assumed I WOULD get caught. “If you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime”, as the saying goes? And therefore I’m a model citizen (so far, anyway)… ?

    • Your decision is completely rational, Kathryn. I always got caught. Once I turned 18, I stayed away from anything that might get me so much as a speeding ticket (I think I’ve had one since then, in college.) So not interested in being punished as an adult. I look terrible in orange. ?

  4. I love crime novels, too, and put it in my short stories. At one writers group meeting, after reading my entry, a member turned to me and said, “You scare me a lot.”

  5. Reading fiction/crime novels is in essence an escape from reality. At least that’s the way I see it. Most of us lead pretty boring and mundane lives. Picking up a book, or watching a movie every now and again just makes life a little bit more enjoyable.

  6. Terrific post! And I plead guilty as well (see what I did there?) – another recent favorite of mine on TV is Endeavour; you mentioned Lindsay Faye, and she’s great – have been to two readings of hers; also a big fan of Stephen Gallagher’s Sebastian Becker series; absolutely favorites are Louis Bayard’s “Mr. Timothy” and “Pale Blue Eye,” with Alan Bradley and his Flavia de Luce close behind.

    I’ve got nearly 20 years of nonfiction writing under my belt and am doing some preliminaries for a my first fiction project – want to fictionalize an 1870s True Crime that has a great wrongful conviction angle (I think, anyway) – my main problem is letting loose of my nonfiction habits – giving myself freedom to change the true crime and just using it as a springboard.

    By the way – tried James Scott Bell’s advice from Plot and Structure to “write a letter to yourself – ask yourself questions about the idea” (Chapter 10) – I’m telling you folks: it works!

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