Hi Ecurb. I really like the two selections you made.
Crime club is like a poetry noir, or a noir version of Phillip Larkin.
the first stanza seems to contrast the traditional fictional murder mystery elements - maid, butler, etc with the realities of everyday murder.
The final image of the sleuth screaming "nothing can be solved" seems to err more towards the irreconcilability of the "romantic 2 version of murder with the mundane reality.
The bridge between these two worlds seems to be Le Roux. I wondered why he was called this. it sounds like a sleuthy sort of name, but is just a white sauce base, which itself seems a mixture of the exotic with the mundane.