Dark Humor Mystery

Schweinskopf al dente: Rita Falks dritter niederbayerischer Provinzkrimi als Hörschmaus. Franz Eberhofer ermittelt wieder. Diesmal schon als Kommissar, wobei er uns gleich zu Beginn hören lässt, was er über seine "miese erbsengrüne Uniform" denkt, die so gar nicht zu seinem neuen silbernen Stern passen will...

Da werden doch die Kühe auf der Alm verrückt - Franz Eberhofer soll einen Mord begangen haben! Als im Polizeihof Landshut ein toter Polizist gefunden wird, ist Franz der Hauptverdächtige. Schließlich handelt es sich um seinen erklärten Erzfeind Barschl, mit dem er am Abend vorher einen Riesenkrach hatte. Dann wird auch noch die Mordwaffe gefunden: Franz Eberhofers Hirschfänger. Zum Glück ist der Birkenberger Rudi zur Stelle, um den delikaten Fall aufzuklären, und natürlich gibt auch der Moratschek seinen Senf dazu.

Check out Sylvia Table: he drives a seafoam-green 1968 Ranchero, owns a badass sword, and is one dead uncle away from an inheritance that should set him and the love of his life, Lady Sixkiller, on the road to easy living and the family she’s always wanted. Sure, he may not be cut out for any kind of conventional job, but as long as Lady can hold things down as a waitress until rich old Methuselah shuffles off this mortal coil, what’s the big deal? Yes, things are looking good for Sylvia Table, aka Big Noise, aka Grandest Poobah, aka Big Quiche.

Sixteen-year-old Bianca Torre is an avid birder undergoing a gender identity crisis and grappling with an ever-growing list of fears. Some, like Fear #6: Initiating Conversation, keep them constrained, forcing them to watch birds from the telescope in their bedroom.

When hordes of people descend on the picturesque village of Nasely for the annual celebration of its most famous resident, murder mystery writer Agnes Crabbe, events take a dark turn as the festival opens with a shocking death. Each year the residents are outnumbered by crowds dressed as Crabbe’s lady detective, Millicent Cutter. The weekend is never a mild-mannered affair as fan club rivalries bubble below the surface, but tensions reach new heights when a second Crabbe devotee is found murdered. Though the police are quick to arrive on the scene, the facts are tricky to ascertain as the witnesses, suspects and victim are all dressed as Miss Cutter.

Detective Roger LeCarre. Scourge of crime. Guardian of Exeter. Amateur squash player. And now, party guest at Powderham, the manor house owned by mysterious billionaire tech genius Eli Quartz. It is a small and unconventional gathering: the Bishop, a fading radio star, a desperate aristocrat, the ageing butler and his absurdly beautiful daughter—and Detective Roger LeCarre. Then a snowstorm blows in and the group realise they are trapped. And when, completely against expectations for this kind of situation, someone winds up dead, it's obvious who must solve the crime.

A satire of teenage life follows cynical soon-to-graduate Flannery Culp on a raucous journey through high school in the 1990s, covering SATs, college applications, friends, boyfriends, tabloid journalism, and TV talk shows. A first novel.

It's the score of a lifetime: easy access to a lavish New York City apartment, hordes of valuables, and an absentee owner avoiding the lawyers of his unhappy ex-wives. But before they pull the job, Dortmunder's crew is startled to find their beloved gin joint, the OJ, in the clutches of the Mafia--who consider it perfect for a little fraud, courtesy of a nice big fire. For tactical and highly superstitious reasons, the fate of the OJ is even more important to the crew than the enormous score.

Once a cancer patient, former Orlando detective Mike Garrity is a survivor—for now, at least. Death has a way of following him around, like a black cloud over his head. If its not his own mortality he's thinking about, its someone else's. Like his teenage daughter's friend who just died of a suspected suicide. Or the woman he just met in his cancer support group, Debbie, who learns that she doesn't have much longer to live.

Dove Connolly is dead. That’s not good for anyone in Tullyanna, never mind Dove. Now his best friend, Sharkey, is home asking awkward questions about Dove’s death, about the strange graphic novel he left behind and, most of all, about Sandra. Sandra Mohan. Missing now for more than a decade, whereabouts unknown. This, however, is a town dead-set on keeping its secrets. And Sharkey is already drawing attention from all the wrong quarters.

The world you know is a lie. Global events are controlled by the Elders of Zion. And David Zelig wants to join them. There’s only one problem. The Elders of Zion doesn’t exist. It never did. So David rolls his own secret society. But he’s not the only player in town. Clandestine forces are closing in on every side. The race for survival launches David and his friends from the skyscrapers of Manhattan through the secrets of Imperial Russia to an embarrassing relic from the dawn of Christianity.

A ruthless gang. A corrupt government. A detective in search of the truth. A vigilante with a few screws loose…okay, maybe more than a few. Alex Wagner didn’t come to Hampton looking for trouble—but it sure as hell found him the day he crossed paths with Randy. Randy isn’t your ordinary vigilante. He’s a lethally trained ex-intelligence operative on a mission from God—that is, according to him, anyway. By day, he goes undercover as a drifter in threadbare disguise. By night, he lurks in Hampton’s shadows, pursuing his own warped version of justice.

נל ליישון, מחברת רב המכר ״צבע החלב״, מכניסה אותנו ברומן זה לראשו של גארי – כייס, פורץ, גנב. במונולוג כובש, שזור הומור עדין, לוקח אותנו גארי לטיול במשעול חייו, החל מילדותו המקופחת, המוזנחת, בלונדון, שם נולד לאם אלכוהוליסטית ול׳אב במשרה חלקית׳ שמתפרנס מעבירות קטנות. לילה אחד הוא לוקח את גארי איתו ומכיר לו את עולם הפשע. במהרה מתברר כי לגארי יש כישרון מיוחד, ויכולותיו של הבן עולות על אלה של האב. לגארי יש חושים כמעט על-אנושיים; בעזרת אינטליגנציה יוצאת דופן ועיניים כחולות בלתי נשכחות, גארי מצליח לצלול לראשם של אנשים סביבו ולהתל בהם כרצונו.

Manche Menschen liebt man oder hasst man – auf June trifft beides gleichzeitig zu. June Mayberry ist in einer beschissenen Lage: Ihre aus einer Alkohollaune heraus gegründete Detektei kommt nicht richtig in Schwung, zu ihrem pubertierenden Sohn, den sie nur einmal die Woche sieht, fehlt ihr jeder Zugang, und mit der verschwundenen Lehrerin, mit deren Suche sie beauftragt wird, war sie wenige Wochen zuvor noch im Bett.

President Robert Thompson, ensnared in a fetish-related scandal and facing imminent impeachment, fakes his own assassination with the help of his ambitious wife and psychiatrist. His goal? To secure his legacy and vanish to an island. This satirical tale follows Thompson’s transformation from disgraced politician to mythic hero. As story plot unfolds, his psychiatrist, Petros Andros (Pete), finds himself entangled in a web of deceit, obsession, and indiscretions of his own.

Nicht nur für Schottland-Liebhaber sondern auch für alle Fans von Spannung mit einem guten Schuss schwarzen Humors: Nachdem sie einen richtig großen Job versaut haben, bleibt drei Glasgower Auftragskillern nur die Flucht auf die karge und schöne Hebriden-Insel Jura, getarnt als Outdoor-Touristen. Ihre Tarnung fliegt auf, doch Juras eigenbrötlerische Einwohner zeigen sich gesprächsbereit; schließlich gilt es zu verhindern, dass ein Milliardär die Insel in einen Golfclub verwandelt.

The night world of Old Town, Portland, Oregon, has gone mad in the grip of gentrification, and at the center of it all is Lucky Supreme, a seedy tattoo parlor, whose proprietor is a street-bred artist with a unique approach to problem solving. Darby Holland has enough on his radar, but when some flash (tattoo artwork) stolen from him resurfaces in California, he can't help himself. His efforts to reclaim it set him on a dangerous path, dragging along his delightfully eccentric colleagues.

When I wrote Money Talks back in 2007, neither I nor anyone else imagined that the White House would soon be occupied by a man who bears such a striking and in fact uncanny resemblance to my villain, Robert Maxx. I wasn't trying to write a predictive dystopia; all I wanted to do was to tell an engaging story that would let me think my way into the mind of a real-estate mogul with a bullying manner, a head of hair flamboyant enough to match his ego, and a somewhat childish fixation to see his name on very tall buildings.

Carla Karolac is doing just fine. Having escaped the clutches of her controlling mother and founded a successful writing retreat in which participants are confined to windowless cells until they hit their daily word count, she lives a comfortable, if solitary, existence. If only her therapist, Toonie, would stop going on about Carla's nonexistent love life and start addressing her writer’s block, she might be able to make some progress. But then Carla finds Toonie murdered, and suddenly her unfinished memoir is the least of her concerns.

Mrs. Watson continues her hilarious career as a female Sherlock Holmes casting her net widely to include solving the Long Island Cave Mystery, bringing the murderer of an English woman found dead in Baden-Baden to justice, and finding a Holy Grail for a Scottish Laird.