Alec Marsh

Why we read crime fiction

There’s something deep in our psychology

  • From Spectator Life
David Suchet as Poirot (Acorn Media)

An exhibition dedicated to 20th century British crime fiction has opened at Cambridge University Library. The artefacts on show range widely through the history of the genre, from items associated Charles Dickens, Wilkie Collins and Conan Doyle right up to modern exponents of the form, Val McDermid and Ian Rankin. 

Lurking somewhere in many of us is the awful capacity to commit the worst of crimes

What’s surprising about the exhibition in a way is that it’s so relatively unusual – when, after all, was the last time you heard of a show dedicated to crime fiction? It remains the biggest seller by genre and continues to inspire some of the most popular television and film.

As I write, Ripley, an adaptation of Patricia Highsmith’s The Talented Mr Ripley starring Andrew Scott, is riding high on Netflix while over on Disney+ you can find Kenneth Branagh sporting the world’s most implausible moustache – more Forth Bridge than facial hair – in at least three big screen adaptions of Christie’s tales involving her Belgian sleuth, Hercule Poirot.

Britain’s best politics newsletters

You get two free articles each week when you sign up to The Spectator’s emails.

Already a subscriber? Log in

Comments

Join the debate, free for a month

Be part of the conversation with other Spectator readers by getting your first month free.

Already a subscriber? Log in