While priming my new blog with a set of posts on my reading habits, I noticed a bit of a trend. If I am recommended or otherwise discover a new author, I like to read their work in chronological order and completely, unless, obviously, I take a scunner to them during that process. This has been an alarming trend in my last few years of reading (it can be quite time consuming to scratch a 19 book itch); I am pleased with my serial forays into Price, Dibdin and (so far) Connelly, and a bit less happy with my consumption of Cornwell (though I admit to being strangely compelled by Patricia’s Scarpetta saga, even when it went weird in the more recent books). For some authors it is easier for they have written less; Mo Hayder is impressive – some scary subject matter, but interesting nevertheless, especially the Nanking back-story for Tokyo (I cheated though, I read Tokyo first as part of a 3 for 2 Watersons gamble – you can’t always start at the beginning!).
Some of my literary obsessions are more easily controlled because I have being reading them more or less in sync with their publication; probably no surprise that a Scot of my time and place awaits with relish each new book by Banks, Rankin, MacLeod and Brookemyre. My latest Sci Fi serial addiction is the work of Richard K Morgan – great stuff!
The other category is authors you’ve read out of order who you know you have to complete. In this category falls Val McDemird (I blame Radio4’s bookclub for hooking me on the Mermaids Singing – seriously nasty and compelling – so I read all her other Tony Hill books and now have to figure out a strategy for reading the rest of her work).
I’ve also read Jeffrey Deaver out of order, but having read a couple of his early ones trawled out of Amazon’s long tail, I’m not convinced I’ll get around to reading all his stuff. The Lincoln Rhyme series is mandatory of course. The computer non-science content of “The Blue Nowhere” made we wince (I hate when that happens – I bet cops wince when they read lousy depictions of police procedure even though the rest of us go quite happily with the flow).
In summary – if you have any clue that an author may be good – start at the beginning and work your way through (works for me when I so choose!).