I'm very conscious that I'm in the minority in that I love what I do. How big is the number of people who are running to work to do a job that they like? And how lucky to be employed at it - how incredibly lucky.
I probably went to musique concrete concerts - though not the very first ones - at the beginning of the 50s.
Conflict and character are the heart of good fiction, and good mystery has both of those in spades.