And then there was two!
 
We regrouped from all corners of the world over Christmas and thing shook out. It was on the cards for a while and over Christmas things came to a head.
 
Will Clay is no longer involved in Audax Books. He has extricated himself 100% from all involvement and liability. 
 
We confirm that we still maintain the same clarity of vision and ethos as the day we set up Audax Books and feel that 2020 will be our breakthrough year. 
 
Meantime, please note that our contact email remains the same as Will’s email is being manned by us. 
 
Onwards and upwards,
 
Jack and Liam
Willaudax(at)gmail(dot)com

​A lot of crime fiction comes at a story from the side of good – how can we catch the killer? – a novel rarely approaching murders from inside the mind of the baddy. This is what struck me as I browsed the shelves of Coles bookstore in Billings Bridge shopping centre in Ottawa over the weekend. Whodunits, rarely whydunits.
 
 
Crime fiction seems heavily weighted in favor of police procedurals. Plot is king, action is everything, but we rarely get inside the killing mind, beyond it serving the most threadbare of motives.
 
My own personal taste is a first-person narrative as I find it a great way of dragging me into the trenches of a good yarn and if it’s present tense all the better as it adds to a creepy feeling and a sense of being personally involved. That said, more traditional fare, like Robert Bloch’s Psycho, are able to give me the creeps.
 
Is there a reason why there are so few Killers Inside Me, Talented Mister Ripley’s or American Psycho’s?
 
WC