On his blog, John Rickards pointed out this essay by Christopher Fowler. Fowler's piece is an interesting look at how British crime fiction has lost its way. You can read it here
The truth is I've been doing a lot of thinking about crime fiction lately and how it all seems the same. In zine after zine the plots of revenge and mayhem all tend to blur together. Yet if you try for something different by stepping outside the box, it doesn't always find a home. Writers seem to be caught in the middle of wanting to write something different and having to write the same in order to be published.