What will history make of the superior crime stories we seem to be churning out? The late Peter Corris’ Cliff Hardy stories owed a bit to the Californian hard-boiled genre of which Dashiell Hammett was the diamond-hard master and Raymond Chandler was the footnote: beautifully wry, gorgeously written. And there were Shane Maloney’s comic Murray Whelan detective stories, which were filmed for television by John Clarke and his friend Sam Neill.
- Unlimited access to spectator.com.au and app
- The weekly edition on the Spectator Australia app
- Spectator podcasts and newsletters
- Full access to spectator.co.uk
Unlock this article
You might disagree with half of it, but you’ll enjoy reading all of it. Try your first month for free, then just $2 a week for the remainder of your first year.