Crime fiction, in its varied forms, both illuminates and counterpoints the Gospel. Crime fiction correctly presents and analyzes the sinful human condition, even where its conclusions are horribly wrong. And, in crime fiction as nowhere else, the law is most definitely the Law: God did not get after Cain for shoplifting.
So: four classes’ worth of dark human hearts and blazing Gospel light, interspersed with mayhem, Augustine, detectives, 1930s pulp novels and the overlooked theological punch from the opening line of The Postman Always Rings Twice: “They threw me off the hay truck about noon.”
These are complete classes, so prepare a stiff drink before hitting “Play.”