His books sell abroad, but not here. Paul Cleave tells Nicky Pellegrino why.
Although hundreds of thousands of his books have sold overseas, Christchurch writer Paul Cleave reckons here in New Zealand it's difficult to find a shop that will even stock them. So winning this year's Dame Ngaio Marsh Award last Sunday for his novel Blood Men (Random House, $36.99) was a rare and welcome piece of local recognition.
"I was really excited," Cleave tells me over the phone from his home town, "because I didn't expect to even make the shortlist. People seem to either love or hate my novels so I thought, statistically, with seven judges, three would be bound to hate it."
Blood Men is the story of Edward Hunter, an accountant whose world falls apart when his wife is shot dead in a bank raid. Destroyed by grief, he reconnects with his father - a notorious serial killer jailed when he was a boy - and finds the darkness that has always been inside him.
When I reviewed it last year I praised this book as "a real triumph of disturbing, bleak, bloody, compelling crime writing", and the judges agreed with me, with one saying: "Cleave tells a gruesomely gripping story in clean, sharp prose, with authentically laconic dialogue and flashes of very dark humour. The twists and turns of the fast-moving plot are often surprising but never illogical. This is world-class writing."