Whenever I start a new book I have nightmares. Night after night. For a long time I didn’t understand why. Recently I came up with a theory. To write fiction of any power and authenticity you have to draw on the deepest, most secret parts of yourself. That’s where fiction comes from, but it’s also where dreams are made. Small wonder, then, if there’s a certain amount of cross-fertilisation between the two. I often think of Louise Bourgeois in this context. She once said, I trust my unconscious. The unconscious is my friend. . . . You might say that I want my fiction to have that relationship to reality. I want to be able to look at reality from a standpoint that feels unpredictable, surreal, and yet, at the same time, entirely cogent. I seem to be attracted to ideas that allow me to do this.
Death of a Murderer is about a policemen who is assigned to guard the body of Myra Hindley in a mortuary overnight (her name is never mentioned in the book, but that's clearly who it is, and her photo is on the cover). The entire book is less than 24 hours of his private thoughts. It is quiet and introverted, not much happens 'on stage' and the fantasy element is very limited. The book is well written in two ways, firstly the prose is good, and secondly the overall atmosphere and structure is coherent. In that respect it is like a good film or TV show where all the minor plot strands build into one strong composite whole.
The gothic element is provided by some low-key conversations with the 'ghost' of Myra Hindley, which is not presented as intrusive and unexpected, but as a sad and inevitable companion.
The other strands are strands of memory, which provide elements towards an overall picture of sadness, and in particular the death of children.
I am guessing that Thomson's various books relate tangentially to various sub-genres, and this one works within the modern British sub-genre (I don't know its name) which revisits the traumatic iconic imagery of 1960s and 1970s crime, policing, the brutal values, vitality and sexism of the past. Jake Arnott, David Peace, Gordon Burn, Life on Mars. The policeman in this novel is called Tyler incidentally.