Crime Fiction, a genre that I fell totally and completely in love with during my teenage years. Mainly, I think due to the show Bones – Inspired by the Bones books by Kathy Reichs. And let me tell you a thing.. I have the entire collection of Kathy’s books…
all of which have their own shelf on my book case. I had to have them brand new, in hard covers. My collection needed to match, they had to be the same height and be in order of their release date. And in all honesty, I didn’t even read them, and still to this day, I haven’t read them all. My obsession told me I needed them. because I loved the TV show so much.
When I did get around to reading them, I discovered something, that I wasn’t all that surprised about, about myself. I love the science surrounding crime-fiction. The forensics, the anthropology, the criminology, all of it, attracts me like flies to a bad smell. And when I started, I needed more. So of course I started reading Val Mcdermid and Alex Kava, both who have incredibly cheap books at the local book stores, often in the $5.00 bin near the counter (this doesn’t mean they are bad reads, it means they are mass-produced). So obviously, I had to have them all… and so my obsession with collecting all of the crime fiction books continued.
But, I never read any of them, not until recently, they just sat on my shelf, and I called myself a crime-fiction fan, simply because I had them. I think that says a lot about bookworms in general, we read a few books from a certain genre and suddenly that genre is life and we need to have all the things pertaining to that genre. Just recently, I went through my books and decided that I didn’t want to have shelves full of books that I bought, didn’t like or read, but kept because, you know… books. So guess what was the first to go? You guessed it, most of the crime-fiction. Not because I don’t enjoy it, I actually think, I enjoy it now, more than I did when I was younger, but because it isn’t my favourite genre and I don’t think it ever was.
I guess the point I am trying to make with this post, is that crime-fiction is a genre that will last the test of time, it will have fads where it is the top of the genre food chain, and then it will drop off again for a few years. Why you ask? Because humans are obsessed with death, with criminology, with understanding about dying, murder and the science behind it. We are morbid, creatures of habit, who need to be told what horror can look like, so we can confirm that we are okay, that we have good and safe lives.
Crime-fiction will always be one of those genres that people read, want to read, hate to read, etc. It will always be talked about and discussed, it is reality turned into fiction and that speaks to us as humans on a ‘hits too close to home’ level, but isn’t that the entire point? To be scared, to be psychologically thrilled?
Crime-fiction, for me will always be a large part of my bookworm growth, it showed me that just because you love one author from one genre, doesn’t mean you will love them all. It also showed me that just because you are into a specific genre ‘now’, doesn’t mean you always will be. For me, Crime-Fiction was definitely a passing love.
How do you feel about Crime-Fiction? Passing love or lifetime commitment?