Dinuka McKenzie

Aug 18, 2024 | shesociety.com.au | Dinuka McKenzie

In the heavily nuanced realms of modern society, our (hopefully noble) moral compass would have us earnestly believe that in this fallible world there are most definitely the ‘good guys’ and the ‘bad guys’. And that hopefully for most of us who are making this sage judgement, we ourselves are the good guys. That the police and law enforcement officials in our communities are only after, maybe, the highly flawed five percent of the population that the public want off the streets, and in jail.

Feb 24, 2024 | canberradaily.com.au | Dinuka McKenzie |Ellen Feldman |Douglas Brunt

This week, Jeff Popple reviews three books about murder, love, and an old conspiracy. More of Jeff’s reviews can be found on his blog murdermayhemandlongdogs.comHarper Collins, $32.99Dinuka McKenzie has quickly established herself as a major presence in Australian crime fiction circles. Her first novel, The Torrent, was an impressive debut and her second, Taken, was just as good. Now with Tipping Point, she further cements her reputation.

Apr 3, 2023 | psnews.com.au | Dinuka McKenzie |Harper Collins

Reviewed by Robert Goodman. By Dinuka McKenzie, Harper Collins, $32.99. Dinuka McKenzie burst onto the Australian rural crime scene with her clever and engaging debut The Torrent. That book resolved the main action but left a bunch of threads dangling in the life of its main character Kate Aneesha Miles.

Feb 16, 2023 | betterreading.com.au | Dinuka McKenzie

Mother, MotherMothers and motherhood are an ever-present theme in fiction, exploring and reflecting back the cultural and societal pressures of the day and what is expected of mothers and women. As a theme it provides rich pickings for crime fiction and domestic noir, arising from the inherent tensions, compromises and complexities that surround the experience for women and families.

Feb 15, 2023 | betterreading.com.au | Dinuka McKenzie

Detective Sergeant Kathryn Aneesha Miles slammed her foot on the brakes and felt her body recoil, the seatbelt digging taut and tight into her chest. The car came to a shuddering halt, inches away from a zebra crossing. She had not seen the walker. Her body had reacted unconsciously to something her eyes had not yet fully registered. He had been right in her dead spot directly behind the pillar dividing the windscreen from her driver-side window. A car horn beeped and onlookers stared.