Reviews

#1281: The Lady’s in Danger (1955) by Norman Berrow

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Norman Berrow’s literary output presents very much like the little girl with the curl in the middle of her forehead: when he’s good he’s The Three Tiers of Fantasy (1947) and The Footprints of Satan (1950), but when he’s bad he’s Words Have Wings (1946) or The Singing Room (1948). And after a few reading experiences so tedious that I didn’t finish them, never mind review them on the blog, a break was needed. Three years without reading a word by the man, then, we return with The Lady’s in Danger (1955), which lacks for detection but is nevertheless a very enjoyable little thriller, and a fun time thanks to its author’s familiarity with so many of the tropes he deploys.

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#1279: “You ought to be able to make like Sherlock Holmes or Ellery Queen…” – The Man Who Read Mysteries [ss] (2018) by William Brittain [ed. Josh Pachter]

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The first of (so far…) two volumes of William Brittain’s short fiction from Crippen & Landru, The Man Who Read Mysteries (2018) contains the eleven stories written under the non-series ‘The X Who Read [Author Name]’ titles and seven selections from editor Josh Pachter of the tales featuring crime-solving high school science teacher Leonard Strang.

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#1278: The Labyrinth House Murders (1988) by Yukito Ayatsuji [trans. Ho-Ling Wong 2024]

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Even before the sad death of John Pugmire, who brought us much in the way of foreign language impossible crime novels through Locked Room International, Pushkin Vertigo had started some heavy lifting in supplying us with ingenious puzzle plots from the other side of the language barrier. They’re not all bangers, of course, but the commitment Pushkin have shown, and continue to show if the raft of upcoming titles on their slate is anything to go by, is heartening for those of us who love a complex problem rigorously exploited. And The Labyrinth House Murders (1988) by Yukito Ayatsuji, recently translated by the talented Ho-Ling Wong, is certainly that.

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#1276: It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World in The Mystery of the Dead Man’s Riddle (1974) by William Arden

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I’ve read books in a single day before — hell, I still do — but it’s been a long time since I read a book in one sitting: take a seat, open the book, finish reading it, stand up. Welcome, then, to The Mystery of the Dead Man’s Riddle (1974), the twenty-second book in the Three Investigators series and the sixth to be written by Dennis Lynds under the name William Arden.

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#1275: Fools Die on Friday (1947) by A.A. Fair

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As my grandfather used to say, “When you fall off the horse, get back on the horse”.  And that’s why he made such a controversial judge at gymnastic competitions. But the fact remains that lately I’ve had some disheartening reading experiences with favoured authors — John Dickson Carr, J.J. Connington, Freeman Wills Crofts, A.A. Fair, Craig Rice, Cornell Woolrich J.J. Connington again, maybe Rice a second time — and so the tempting thing is to leave them alone for a while, wait for that memory to fade, and then return. But, no, I’m not doing that, I’m reading Fair again now, because why not? That’s what the horse is here. It was a pommel horse all along.

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#1272: Yesterday’s Murder, a.k.a. Telefair (1942) by Craig Rice

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As my grandfather used to say, “When you fall off the horse, get back on the horse”.  And that’s why he lost his job as a stuntman in Western movies. But the fact remains that lately I’ve had some disheartening reading experiences with favoured authors — John Dickson Carr, J.J. Connington, Freeman Wills Crofts, A.A. Fair, Craig Rice, Cornell Woolrich, J.J. Connington again — and so the tempting thing is to leave them alone for a while, wait for that memory to fade, and then return. But, no, I’m not doing that, I’m reading Rice again now, because why not? That’s what the horse is here. It was a literary horse all along.

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#1270: “I flatter myself it is impossible to tell how my stories will end until the last chapter.” – The Clue of the Twisted Candle (1918) by Edgar Wallace

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There’s been a some confusing talk of horses here lately, so let’s abandon that metaphor for now and turn to an author who is often entertaining without any weighty expectations of being good: cue Richard Horatio Edgar Wallace and The Clue of the Twisted Candle (1918).

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#1269: The Brandon Case, a.k.a. The Ha-Ha Case (1934) by J.J. Connington

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As my grandfather used to say, “When you fall off the horse, get back on the horse”. And that’s why he lost his job and the Health and Safety Officer at that horse riding school. But the fact remains that lately I’ve had some disheartening reading experiences with favoured authors — John Dickson Carr, J.J. Connington, Freeman Wills Crofts, A.A. Fair, Craig Rice, Cornell Woolrich — and so the tempting thing is to leave them alone for a while, wait for that memory to fade, and then return. But, no, I’m not doing that, I’m reading Connington again now, because why not? That’s what the horse is here. It was a metaphorical horse all along.

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#1267: “Simple, isn’t it? Simple enough to hang a man.” – Fen Country [ss] (1979) by Edmund Crispin

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A posthumous collection occasionally wrong billed as “Twenty-six stories featuring Gervase Fen” (there should really be, at least, a comma after ‘stories’, since series detective Fen isn’t in all of them), Fen Country (1979) was, I believe, the first collection of Edmund Crispin’s short fiction I read. And now I’m back, to get some thoughts on record.

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