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.
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