I read a great many detective thrillers. I have nearly
had enough, though, of the convenient and ubiquitous device of killing off all
and any inconvenient parents. Time and again, these are disposed of, usually as a pair, by: air
accidents, car accidents and, typically, landslides. I don't really get it.
(Perhaps I shall have to utilise this valuable literary method in my next novel -
but if I do - it will, of course, be attempted
ironically.)
