I have become very fond of detective fiction. So much that I receive various kinds from all over the world. Recently, Poland’s New Detective, which was published years after the Secret Detective from 1931–1935 came through the door. The various editions together comprise the largest and oldest crime magazine in Poland. They have been describing real crime stories for readers for many years. I learned that its still publishing and this past July’s edition opens with a text about mafia cemeteries, on which the bodies of the victims of gangster scores are hidden. Don’t ask me what it all means but detective stories have certainly surpassed all other forms of literary and cinematic entertainment ever produced.
