8 1/2 Books of Summer and R.I.P. XIV

I only got halfway through Death on the Last Train before the end of the #20(Ha!)BooksofSummer ended.  Then, of course, Readers Imbibing Peril had already started and I haven’t signed up, but now I have and hope to read four creepy/scary/mysterious books in the next month and 3 days.  Death on the Last Train could’ve been the first, I guess, for RIP if I wasn’t halfway through it when it started.

Death on the Last Train was the first George Bellairs book I’ve read.  And now it’s been so darned long I can hardly remember it.  I remember enjoying it.  A man dies on the last train to a town whose name I forget.  Apparently a suicide, but then no, it couldn’t have been because the man had hurt his wrist so badly he couldn’t have fired the gun.  Also on the train is a detective who helps out by investigating the murder.  We meet the deceased’s girlfriend, various townsfolk, learn the story of the deceased’s first wife and the men who loved her.  Not a great mystery, but engaging enough writing that I’ll read some more of Bellairs’ work sooner or later.

 

 

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Book 8 – Death at the President’s Lodging #20BooksofSummer

By Michael Innes, a real intellectual wrote the academic mystery to end all academic mysteries.   St. Anthony’s – a fictional college full of eccentric, quarreling professors, surrounded by high walls and all the gates locked at 10:15.   Around 11:00 one of the professors goes to visit the President as usual, there’s a shot and the President is lying there in his study, dead, with a gown wrapped around his head and bones scattered around the room.  Not sure why they lock the gates when almost everyone seems to be up and roaming about.  It takes Appleby a couple days to get the whole story.   I can’t see how anyone would figure this one out.  Seven suspects that I found insufficiently differentiated.   A few of them become clear characters, but mostly they didn’t for me.

 

It’s an entertaining mystery, Appleby striding around trying to figure out what’s going on as far too many clues pile up.  There’s a car full of undergraduates running around doing their own investigation.    So many things happen in the night of the murder it gets unbelievable.  I should have written out a timetable, but I didn’t.  So, while I was amused and enjoyed reading it, I’m not so sure it’s a good mystery from the point of view of fair play.   Feel free to correct me and point out (with a spoiler alert) how the reader could have deduced the correct killer.

Book 7 – Swan Song – #20BooksofSummer

Gervase Fen’s next mystery (I think, maybe I’m reading them out of order) – Swan Song – takes place in an opera house.  Young married singers, young unmarried singers, a new conductor and an unbearable male diva who after threatening to destroy the show apparently hangs himself in his dressing room.   He wasn’t the suicidal type and there are a lot of barbiturates in the bottle he was drinking from.   So did someone try to poison him and then he hung himself?  Or did someone hang him?   Were there two murderers?  That seems a bit much, but he was very unpopular.

Edmund Crispin has some biting commentary on musical performers.   He was a composer so he probably spoke from experience.  Elizabeth is hoping to interview detectives including Fen, “I’m hoping to do H.M, and Mrs Bradley, and Albert Campion…”  I love this idea.   They’re all part of the same universe.  Fen is friends with H.M.   He says at one point “Or to crib a phrase from my illustrious colleague at the war office — burn me.”

Fen felt in the pocket of his raincoat, and after bringing to light successively a grubby handkerchief,  a half-empty packet of cigarettes, a copy of the Imitation of Christ, and a small woolly bear named Thomas Shadwell, found his torch.

So, then there are more attacks, attempted poisonings and stranglings, the occasional oddball minor character.  I enjoy his writing and I guessed a bit of the solution, but there was no way I think for a modern person to guess the whole solution.   If you know enough about how things were made back then, perhaps you could figure it out, I couldn’t.

The Roman Hat Mystery – Book 3 of the #20booksofsummer

I went with Roman Hat Mystery, the first Ellery Queen next because I thought it might be dull and take a while.  It wasn’t, not at first, but it did mean I took an entire month to read 3 books.  Not a fantastic start.  The writers of the Ellery Queen mysteries decided for reasons of their own to use the name for their pen name and their genius young detective even though these are not told in the first person.  This one even starts with a preface in which the Queens, father and son, retire to Italy after their first published case, but supposedly one of the greats of their career.   This is all just odd to me.   Why would you write your first book retiring your detectives, not in the story, but in a preface?   Plus Ellery is still young and supposedly meets his wife and has a kid before ‘retiring’ after this case.   The whole preface is pretty pointless.

The mystery starts off well and is much more readable, I thought, than the Greek Coffin, but maybe it’s just getting used to peoples’ styles.  Ellery is less insufferable and his deductions less incomprehensible, but still there’s more deducing than evidence.  The victim is a dodgy lawyer who is attending the hit of the season on Broadway: Gunplay!  For some reason no one is in the immediate six seats around him and the reason his body is quickly discovered is because some guy gets up in the middle of the second act and finds him dying.   Stop the play.   Hold the audience.   Search the theater.   Monte Field appears to have died from poisoning in his seat surrounded by empty seats.   The usher doesn’t seem to have even noticed a whole batch of empty seats.   These days I don’t think that would happen.   The theater would fill those seats, but I don’t know what they did then.   No one sees anybody meet the victim, nor anyone walk along the aisle.  He’s in the last row, but still you would notice some of the things the murderer is revealed to have done at the end if you were not too far off.  Pretty ridiculous how unobservant people are in this story.   If you went to Hamilton, for example, and there were six empty seats behind you or across the aisle, you’d notice, wouldn’t you?  You’d think it’s odd.  Even if you were a bored and jaded usher wanting to sit with your boyfriend.

The Queens determine that the victim, dressed in evening clothes, had a top hat which is now missing.   They search the audience for extra hats, they search the theater for hidden hats.  No luck.   This is all fairly interesting until they then search the theater again, in excruciating detail and make no progress.  This could have been written in two sentences, but instead covers many pages.   They do the same with the victim’s apartment.   The victim is one of those where most people are celebrating: a blackmailer.  They want to find the documents he must have hidden somewhere.   Possibly in a series of top hats.   But where?   Here the flaw of books for situations like these is evident.   They search the whole apartment, twice, in exquisite detail, but when they actually show you the diagram of the room, I’m like why the hell didn’t you look there?  When you know how the hiding place worked you too might roll your eyes as to how long it takes them to check there.   Then again, maybe not.   Of the couple other blog reviews I’ve read, no one seems to have issues with the fairness of this mystery or the density of the Queens.   This is not fair play, I don’t care what anyone says.   I was given the distinct impression that no one went where the murderer is described as going at the end.    There are some discussions by the Queens with the wardrobe lady, but we aren’t told what is said.   And then I have my own personal opinion of a blackmailer who blackmails a person in the situation the murderer is in, instead of waiting for…   well, I can’t tell you.   But you can’t get blood from a turnip, that’s all I’m going to say about that.

 

So not fair play and difficult to believe the solution, but interesting characters and I love how it portrays life in 1929.   Very few people dress up for the theater any longer.   What the blackmailer has on the blackmailee is equally dated.   At least I like to think it is.  Probably there are some circles where it would still work, but far, far fewer, thank goodness.

8/10/19 – Well, lookie here.  Never published this somehow.   Poor deprived reader!   Pining away wondering my opinion of The Roman Hat Mystery.   Wonder no more.

Dewey’s 24 Hour Reverse Readathon

Three hours from now the Readathon will start — it goes from 8:00 PM Eastern time for 24 hours.   Look up the time in your part of the world and join in!   I won’t be able to start on time because of previous plans, but will read as soon as I get back until I can’t stay awake!   Join us!   It’ll be fun!

Hour 23 — Whoops.

Circumstances have interfered with my blogging and reading for the Readathon.

 

1)What fine part of the world are you reading from today? And what time is it where you are?

Maryland, USA .   It started at 8:00 PM here.

2) Which book in your stack are you most looking forward to?

Finishing Swan Song a Gervase Fen mystery I’m well into.

3) Which snack are you most looking forward to?

Pizza!

4) Do you have a #reversereadathon plan of attack?

No special plan.   Just read as much as I could.

5) Are you doing the readathon solo or with others?

Solo.

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So the best laid plans, eh?  A brief family emergency ate most of the morning and afternoon.  Fortunately, everything is fine, but the reading has not gotten very far.  I am almost done with Swan Song, which I’m enjoying, but given how many books I still need to read for the #20BooksofSummer, I better make every day a readathon for the next 30 days, is it?

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  1. How would you assess your reading overall?  Sad.  A pathetically small amount even under the circumstances.
  2. Did you have a stategy, and if so, did you stick to it?  The strategy was read every possible minute and no, I failed.
  3. What was your favorite snack?  Pizza!
  4. Wanna volunteer for our next event?  I’m sorry I can’t commit to that, but I hope there will be one and that I read more during it!

Hope a few of you got some quality reading time in!   I did finish my book later in the evening so a review will follow soon.

24 in 48 (or more like 2.4 in 48)

Okay, I hope to do better tomorrow, but I wasn’t surprised not to have done much today.   I had plans with friends for a big chunk of the day and so if I read the rest of the night, I’ll have a grand total of 3 hours.   I was thinking to start a new book, but ended up reading more of what I’ve been working on:  Brand’s The Crooked Wreath.   Inspector Cockrill is apparently friends with every minor noble family in England.   Sir Richard dies in the lodge while on a vigil for his first wife.   But how did anyone kill him?  No one could have gotten in after Brough finished sanding the paths.  And what happened to the new will Sir Richard supposedly had signed?  The family is left accusing each other and drawing up ingenious theories about how each could have done it.  I’m about 2/3 through, so maybe even I can finish it tomorrow.


 

Sunday – not sure if I made it to midnight last night or not.  I fell asleep at some point, but I’ve read another hour and finished The Crooked Wreath.   And it’s pretty good.  Seems fair as far as I can figure.  Two impossible crimes which it is then demonstrated anyone in the house could do.   Which of them actually did, I did not figure out.  I maybe should not have made my list all mysteries.  I’m not feeling like another mystery at the moment.   Should I go ahead with the list or pick something else off of it?   At any rate that was my 6th of the 20.   It’s more than half-over, I need to get a move on.    I suspect Brand made Inspector Cockrill friends with all these murder-filled families because she likes calling him Cockie, but that’s a bit informal for a police inspector unless he’s an old family friend.

Okay, onward to… what?  I’ll get back to you when I know.

His Burial Too – Book 5 of the #20booksofsummer

Catherine Aird, though definitely not from the Golden Age, writes mysteries I enjoy.   More police procedural, I guess, there’s something about them though that reminds me of Christie.   A clean quality to the writing.   This is the 5th Inspector Sloan novel and that was simply an error, I haven’t read 3 or 4.   But it also doesn’t matter as nothing is given away.   It’s not a series that goes much into the lives of its officers.   D.C. Crosby likes to drive fast and isn’t overly bright, but that’s about all we know about him and I’m fine with that.  It opens with a young woman who has recently returned from Italy to take care of her widowed father discovering he’s disappeared.   At first it seems as though he never returned the previous night, then they find his car in the garage, but still no sign of the man until they discover a hand sticking out from under the smashed marble of a statue in a church tower.   But how did the statue come down on the man?   Why was he there?   Is he the missing father?  Sloan is up a creek trying to figure out how the crime was committed and why.   Was it something to do with an investigation his company was making?  With offers to buy his business?  With a mysterious pair of earrings?

I enjoy Aird, but I don’t have much to say about it.  In the end the case seems to be one of a great deal too much effort going into what would have probably been more successful if the murderer hadn’t made it so complicated, but then some people do overthink things, don’t they?

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Tomorrow (about an hour and a half from when I’m writing) is the 24 in 48 Readathon.  I doubt I’ll make that, but I hope to get close.   We shall see.   Two readathons ought to help my Books of Summer count.   Also vacation.   But who knows?   I’ve not been great about reading lately.   Good night and I hope you’re going to read a lot this weekend!

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