The Book: Dark Corners, by Ruth Rendell
The Blurb: When his father dies, Carl Martin inherits a house in an increasingly rich and trendy London neighborhood. Carl needs cash, however, so he rents the upstairs room and kitchen to the first person he interviews, Dermot McKinnon. That was colossal mistake number one. Mistake number two was keeping his father’s bizarre collection of homeopathic “cures” that he found in the medicine cabinet, including a stash of controversial diet pills. Mistake number three was selling fifty of those diet pills to a friend, who is then found dead.
The Babble: I love Ruth Rendell. She is one of the few writer’s whose work creeps into my subconscious. I think it’s because her villains are so mundane, innocuous. Or maybe it’s because her heroes and victims are rarely innocent themselves. In Dark Corners, new landlord Carl Martin rents the upstairs room and kitchen to the first person he interviews, Dermot McKinnon. Dermot seems normal enough and things are going well until Dermot learns that Carl has acted greedily and someone has possibly –probably- died because of it. With subtle terrorism, Dermot drives Carl to acts he never believed himself capable of and soon greed is the least of Carl’s problems. Recommended for those NOT undone by the too often glimpsed stranger.