Tate Britain's Pre-Raphaelite exhibition draws to a close next week, but the Victorians are with us still, like an ex-wife we've locked in the attic for her own good. Or an escaped convict who's been benevolently stalking us since we first met him in a graveyard. Or the ghost of a childhood sweetheart who floats over the Yorkshire moors to moan at our window.

Fine thrillers, quality documentaries, a top Bond villain ... and some pop disasters

The writer of long-running detective drama New Tricks has hit back in a row with the cast who claimed the scripts had become "bland".

Jane Tennison's American reincarnation is criminally old hat, says Sarah Hughes

New station controller wants to reflect the current period of 'turmoil and uncertainity'

Borgen, a new thriller from the makers of The Killing, centres on a trailblazing female politician. Move over, Sarah Lund, says Gerard Gilbert

Move over, Sarah Lund, says Gerard Gilbert

The French detectives who gave us CSI

Another routine investigation

When young television producer, Fliss Benson, is suddenly put in charge of a ground-breaking documentary about miscarriages of justice involving a string of cot deaths, alarm bells ring.

One of the Banks you can rely on

Justified, featuring a gun-toting cowboy cop with killer charm, is the latest critically acclaimed hit to arrive here from America. Macho, no-nonsense heroes are all the rage this season, says Sarah Hughes

Books have shaped my life in more ways that I can explain. There are some key milestones that will always stand proud of the rest: the moment, reading a Chalet School book, when I understood that being a writer was a proper job; falling in love with crime fiction when I read my first Miss Marple at the age of eight or nine; the perennial joy of Treasure Island, with its perfect blend of character, plot, setting and good writing, not to mention the ending that leaves space for the reader's imagination; and plunging headlong into another way of looking at the world thanks to Kate Millett's Sexual Politics. But if I had to point to one book that had irrevocably changed my future, I would have to settle on Sara Paretsky's Indemnity Only.