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1lyzard
Dec 31, 2019, 5:00 am

For my thread-toppers this year, I've decided to stick with images from the 'wildlife photographer of the year' awards, but in a slightly different way: the 2019 awards were announced not long ago, and I will be using a selection of the winning and highly commended shots on my threads.

While some of the winning images are naturally rather confronting or sad, I'll be sticking with the ones that raise my spirits; hopefully yours too!

My first choice for 2020 is a rare shot of three spinetail devil rays in a courtship dance, with two males competing for a female. This image was captured in Honda Bay, off the Philippines.


2lyzard
Edited: Dec 31, 2019, 4:14 pm

My thread title this year is taken from Edgar Allan Poe's poem, Dream-Land: it seemed appropriate considering the nature of my reading plans!

    By a route obscure and lonely,
    Haunted by ill angels only,
    Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
    On a black throne reigns upright,
    I have reached these lands but newly
    From an ultimate dim Thule---
    From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
        Out of SPACE---Out of TIME.


(The complete poem can be found here.)

3lyzard
Edited: Jan 3, 2020, 4:44 pm

Introduction

Hello, all! Welcome to my 2020 thread.

I'm Liz, and this will be my 11th year on LT, and my 10th as a full participant of the 75ers group.

My reading tends to older and often more obscure material---in particular Golden Age mysteries and thrillers, and 17th - 19th century literature.

I am a relentless self-challenger (see >7 lyzard: below), and also an enthusiastic participant in the TIOLI (Take It Or Leave It) challenges.

I have a blog, A Course Of Steady Reading, at which I pursue in more depth particular areas of reading interest, including the early development of the English novel, and the roots of detective and Gothic fiction.

One of my hopes for this year is to be much more regular with my blog updates, and of course with the reading required for it. I am therefore anticipating a heavier emphasis on pre-20th century books, both classic and not-so-classic. This also ties into two of my self-challenges, the 'C. K. Shorter challenge' (perhaps the first 'Best 100 Novels' list ever constructed by a critic, put together in 1898) and my own 'A Century Of Reading' challenge, for which I am aiming for one book for each of the years from 1800 - 1900.

I also have the privilege of leading group reads in this area; you will find more information further down the thread.

Of course I realise that my particular reading tastes tend to leave me out of loop of general discussion around the threads---which is why you will find me slavishly grateful for any visitors!

Also, I'm always thrilled when anyone decides to read along with any of my projects or just an individual book; so if anything here does catch your interest, please feel free to join me!

4lyzard
Edited: Jan 23, 2020, 5:23 pm




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Currently reading:



The Eye In The Museum by J. J. Connington (1929)

5lyzard
Edited: Jan 23, 2020, 5:24 pm

2020 reading:

January:

1. The Daughter Of The House by Carolyn Wells (1925)
2. Leandro: or, The Lucky Rescue by J. Smythies (1690)
3. Wilhelm Meister's Travels by Johann Goethe (1821 / 1829)
4. The Bertrams by Anthony Trollope (1859)
5. Marjorie Morningstar by Herman Wouk (1955)
6. Ralph The Bailiff, And Other Tales by Mary Elizabeth Braddon (1862)
7. Death Walks In Eastrepps by Francis Beeding (1931)
8. Nemesis by Agatha Christie (1971)
9. Ambrose Holt And Family by Susan Glaspell (1931)

6lyzard
Edited: Jan 23, 2020, 5:25 pm

Books in transit:

Purchased and shipped:

On interlibrary loan / branch transfer / storage / Rare Book request:
Don't Go Near The Water by William Brinkley {ILL / JFR}
The Spectacles Of Mr Cagliostro (aka The Blue Spectacles) by Harry Stephen Keeler {CARM}

Library books to collect:

Upcoming requests:
The Wild Irish Girl by Sydney Morgan {Fisher storage}
Close Quarters by Michael Gilbert {JFR}
Poison In The Garden Suburb by George and Margaret Cole {JFR}
The High Adventure by Jeffery Farnoll {JFR / Rare Books}
The Back-Seat Murder by Herman Landon {Rare Books}

On loan:
The Creaking Tree Mystery by Leonard Knight (25/02/2020)
*Ambrose Holt And Family by Susan Glaspell (25/02/2020)
**The Betrothed by Alessandro Manzoni (02/03/2020)
*Wilhelm Meister's Travels by Johann Goethe (05/03/2020 / 15/03/2020)
The Last Of The Mohicans by James Fenimoore Cooper (13/03/2019)
*Marjorie Morningstar by Herman Wouk (13/03/2019)
Oil! by Upton Sinclair (13/03/2019)
**The Silver Chalice by Thomas B. Costain (03/04/2020)

7lyzard
Edited: Jan 23, 2020, 5:27 pm

Ongoing reading projects:

Blog reads:
Chronobibliography: The Fugitive Reviv'd by Peter Belon
Authors In Depth:
- Forest Of Montalbano by Catherine Cuthbertson
- Shannondale (aka "The Three Beauties; or, Shannondale: A Novel") by E.D.E.N. Southworth
- Ralph The Bailiff, And Other Tales by Mary Elizabeth Braddon
- Ellesmere by Mrs Meeke
- The Cottage by Margaret Minifie
- The Old Engagement by Julia Day
- The Refugee In America by Frances Trollope
Reading Roulette: Pique by Sarah Stickney Ellis
Australian fiction: Louisa Egerton by Mary Leman Grimstone
Gothic novel timeline: Reginald Du Bray by 'A Late Nobleman'
Early crime fiction: The Mysteries Of London by G. W. M. Reynolds
Silver-fork novels: Sayings And Doings; or, Sketches From Life (First Series) by Theodore Hook
Related reading: Gains And Losses by Robert Lee Wollf / The Man Of Feeling by Henry Mackenzie / Le Loup Blanc by Paul Féval / Theresa Marchmont; or, The Maid Of Honour by Catherine Gore

Group / tutored reads:

NOW: The Bertrams by Anthony Trollope (thread here)

General reading challenges:

America's best-selling novels (1895 - ????):
Next up: Don't Go Near The Water by William Brinkley

Virago chronological reading project:
Next up: Lady Audley's Secret by Mary Elizabeth Braddon

Agatha Christie mysteries in chronological order:
Next up: Elephants Can Remember

The C.K. Shorter List of Best 100 Novels:
Next up: The Last Of The Mohicans by James Fenimore Cooper

Mystery League publications:
Next up: The Secret Of High Eldersham by Miles Burton

Banned In Boston!: (here)
Next up: Oil! by Upton Sinclair

The evolution of detective fiction:
Next up: The Mysteries Of London (Volume III) by G. W. M. Reynolds

Random reading 1940 - 1969:
Next up: Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh / Close Quarters by Michael Francis Gilbert

Potential decommission:
Next up: Disordered Minds by Minette Walters

Potential decommission (non-fiction):
Next up: Faces In The Smoke by Douchan Gersi

Completed challenges:
Georgette Heyer historical romances in chronological order

Possible future reading projects:
- Agatha Christie uncollected short stories
- Georgette Heyer's historical fiction
- Nobel Prize winners who won for fiction
- Daily Telegraph's 100 Best Novels, 1899
- James Tait Black Memorial Prize
- Berkeley "Books Of The Century"
- Collins White Circle Crime Club / Green Penguins
- Dell paperbacks
- "El Mundo" 100 best novels of the twentieth century
- 100 Best Books by American Women During the Past 100 Years, 1833-1933
- 50 Classics of Crime Fiction 1900–1950 (Jacques Barzun and Wendell Hertig Taylor)
- The Guardian's 100 Best Novels
- Life Magazine "The 100 Outstanding Books of 1924 - 1944" (Henry Seidel Canby)
- "40 Trashy Novels You Must Read Before You Die" (Flavorwire)
- best-novel lists in Wikipedia article on The Grapes Of Wrath
- Pandora 'Mothers Of The Novel'
- Newark Library list (here)
- "The Story Of Classic Crime In 100 Books" (here)
- Dean's Classics series

8lyzard
Edited: Jan 24, 2020, 4:31 pm

TBR notes:

Currently 'missing' series works:

Mystery At Greycombe Farm by John Rhode (Dr Priestley #12) {Rare Books}
Dead Men At The Folly by John Rhode (Dr Priestley #13) {Rare Books}
The Robthorne Mystery by John Rhode (Dr Priestley #17) {Rare Books / State Library NSW, held}
Poison For One by John Rhode (Dr Priestley #18) {Rare Books / State Library NSW, held}
Shot At Dawn by John Rhode (Dr Priestley #19) {Rare Books}
The Corpse In The Car by John Rhode (Dr Priestley #20) {CARM}
Hendon's First Case by John Rhode (Dr Priestley #21) {Rare Books}
Mystery At Olympia (aka "Murder At The Motor Show") (Dr Priestley #22) {Kindle / State Library NSW, held}
In Face Of The Verdict by John Rhode (Dr Priestley #24) {Rare Books / State Library NSW, held / Internet Archive}

Six Minutes Past Twelve by Gavin Holt (Luther Bastion #1) {State Library NSW, held}
The White-Faced Man by Gavin Holt (Luther Bastion #2) {State Library NSW, held}

Secret Judges by Francis D. Grierson (Sims and Wells #2) {Rare Books}

The Platinum Cat by Miles Burton (Desmond Merrion #17 / Inspector Arnold #18) {Rare Books}

The Double-Thirteen Mystery by Anthony Wynne (Dr Eustace Hailey #2) {Rare Books}

The Black Death by Moray Dalton {CARM}

1931:

Murder From Beyond by R. Francis Foster {HathiTrust}

The Murderer Invisible by Philip Wylie {Rare Books}
One-Man Girl by Maisie Greig {Mitchell Library}
Cameos by Octavus Roy Cohen {State Library NSW}
The Mill Of Happiness by Jean Barre {ILL / JFR}

The Matilda Hunter Murder by Harry Stephen Keeler {Kindle}

Death By Appointment by "Francis Bonnamy" (Audrey Walz) (Peter Utley Shane #1) {Rare Books}
The Bell Street Murders by Sydney Fowler (S. Fowler Wright) (Inspector Cambridge and Mr Jellipot #1) {Rare Books}
The Murderer Returns by Edwin Dial Torgerson (Pierre Montigny #1) {Rare Books}

NB: Rest of 1931 listed on the Wiki

Completist reading:

The Spectacles Of Mr Cagliostro (aka The Blue Spectacles) by Harry Stephen Keeler (#3) {CARM}
The Bertrams by Anthony Trollope (#7) {owned}
XYZ by Anna Katharine Green {Project Gutenberg}
The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart {Project Gutenberg}
The White Cockatoo by Mignon Eberhart

Shopping list:

Expensive:

The Amber Junk (aka The Riddle Of The Amber Ship) by Hazel Phillips Hanshew (Cleek #9)
The Hawkmoor Mystery by W. H. Lane Crauford
October House by Kay Cleaver Strahan (Lynn MacDonald #4)
The Double Thumb by Francis Grierson (Sims and Wells #3)
The Mystery Of The Open Window by Anthony Gilbert (Scott Egerton #4)
The Mystery Of The Creeping Man by Frances Shelley Wees (Michael Forrester #2)
The Shadow Of Evil by Charles J. Dutton (Harley Manners #2)
The Seventh Passenger by Alice MacGowan and Perry Newberry (Jerry Boyne #4)
The Pelham Murder Case by Monte Barrett (Peter Cardigan #1)
Prove It, Mr Tolefree (aka "The Tolliver Case") by R. A. J. Walling (Philip Tolefree #3)
The Hanging Woman by John Rhode (Dr Priestley #11)

9lyzard
Edited: Jan 10, 2020, 10:29 pm

A Century (And A Bit) Of Reading:

A book a year from 1800 - 1900!

1800: Juliania; or, The Affectionate Sisters by Elizabeth Sandham
1801: Belinda by Maria Edgeworth
1802: The Infidel Father by Jane West
1803: Thaddeus Of Warsaw by Jane Porter
1804: The Lake Of Killarney by Anna Maria Porter
1805: The Impenetrable Secret, Find It Out! by Francis Lathom
1807: Corinne; ou, l'Italie by Madame de Staël
1809: The Scottish Chiefs by Jane Porter
1812: The Absentee by Maria Edgeworth
1814: The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties by Frances Burney
1815: Headlong Hall by Thomas Love Peacock
1820: The Sketch Book Of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. by Washington Irving
1821: The Ayrshire Legatees; or, The Pringle Family by John Galt / Valerius: A Roman Story by J. G. Lockhart / Kenilworth by Walter Scott
1822: Bracebridge Hall; or, The Humorists by Washington Irving
1824: The Adventures Of Hajji Baba Of Ispahan by James Justinian Morier
1826: Lichtenstein by Wilhelm Hauff
1827: The Epicurean by Thomas Moore / The Betrothed by Alessandro Manzoni
1829: Wilhelm Meister's Travels by Johann Goethe
1836: The Tree And Its Fruits; or, Narratives From Real Life by Phoebe Hinsdale Brown
1845: Zoe: The History Of Two Lives by Geraldine Jewsbury / The Mysteries Of London (Volume I) by G. W. M. Reynolds
1846: The Mysteries Of London (Volume II) by G. W. M. Reynolds
1847: Agnes Grey by Anne Brontë / The Macdermots Of Ballycloran by Anthony Trollope
1848: The Kellys And The O'Kellys by Anthony Trollope
1851: The Mother-In-Law; or, The Isle Of Rays by E.D.E.N. Southworth
1857: The Three Clerks by Anthony Trollope
1859: The Semi-Detached House by Emily Eden / The Bertrams by Anthony Trollope
1860: The Semi-Attached Couple by Emily Eden
1869: He Knew He Was Right by Anthony Trollope
1873: Had You Been In His Place by Lizzie Bates
1874: Chaste As Ice, Pure As Snow by Charlotte Despard
1877: Elsie's Children by Martha Finley
1880: The Duke's Children: First Complete Edition by Anthony Trollope / Elsie's Widowhood by Martha Finley
1881: Ghosts by Henrik Ibsen / The Beautiful Wretch by William Black
1882: Grandmother Elsie by Martha Finley
1883: Elsie's New Relations by Martha Finley
1884: Elsie At Nantucket by Martha Finley
1885: The Two Elsies by Martha Finley
1886: Elsie's Kith And Kin by Martha Finley
1894: Martin Hewitt, Investigator by Arthur Morrison / The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen
1896: The Island Of Dr Moreau by H. G. Wells
1897: Penelope's Progress by Kate Douglas Wiggin
1898: A Man From The North by Arnold Bennett / The Lust Of Hate by Guy Newell Boothby
1899: Agatha Webb by Anna Katharine Green / Dr Nikola's Experiment by Guy Newell Boothby
1900: The Circular Study by Anna Katharine Green

10lyzard
Edited: Dec 31, 2019, 5:59 am

Timeline of detective fiction:

Pre-history:
Things As They Are; or, The Adventures Of Caleb Williams by William Godwin (1794)
Mademoiselle de Scudéri by E. T. A. Hoffmann (1819); Tales Of Hoffmann (1982)
Richmond: Scenes In The Life Of A Bow Street Officer by Anonymous (1827)
Memoirs Of Vidocq by Eugene Francois Vidocq (1828)
Le Pere Goriot by Honore de Balzac (1835)
Passages In The Secret History Of An Irish Countess by J. Sheridan Le Fanu (1838); The Purcell Papers (1880)
The Murders In The Rue Morgue: The Dupin Tales by Edgar Allan Poe (1841, 1842, 1845)

Serials:
The Mysteries Of Paris by Eugene Sue (1842 - 1843)
The Mysteries Of London - Paul Feval (1844)
The Mysteries Of London - George Reynolds (1844 - 1848)
- The Mysteries Of London: Volume I
- The Mysteries Of London: Volume II
- The Mysteries Of London: Volume III
- The Mysteries Of London: Volume IV
The Mysteries Of The Court Of London - George Reynolds (1848 - 1856)
John Devil by Paul Feval (1861)

Early detective novels:
Recollections Of A Detective Police-Officer by "Waters" (William Russell) (1856)
The Widow Lerouge by Emile Gaboriau (1866)
Under Lock And Key by T. W. Speight (1869)
Checkmate by J. Sheridan LeFanu (1871)
Is He The Man? by William Clark Russell (1876)
Devlin The Barber by B. J. Farjeon (1888)
Mr Meeson's Will by H. Rider Haggard (1888)
The Mystery Of A Hansom Cab by Fergus Hume (1889)
The Queen Anne's Gate Mystery by Richard Arkwright (1889)
The Ivory Queen by Norman Hurst (1889) (Check Julius H. Hurst 1899)
The Big Bow Mystery by Israel Zangwill (1892)

Female detectives:
The Diary Of Anne Rodway by Wilkie Collins (1856)
Ruth The Betrayer; or, The Female Spy by Edward Ellis (!862-1863)
The Female Detective by Andrew Forrester (1864)
Revelations Of A Lady Detective by William Stephens Hayward (1864)
The Law And The Lady by Wilkie Collins (1875)
Madeline Payne; or, The Detective's Daughter by Lawrence L. Lynch (Emma Murdoch Van Deventer) (1884)
Mr Bazalgette's Agent by Leonard Merrick (1888)
Moina; or, Against The Mighty by Lawrence L. Lynch (Emma Murdoch Van Deventer) (sequel to Madeline Payne?) (1891)
The Experiences Of Loveday Brooke, Lady Detective by Catherine Louisa Pirkis (1893)
When The Sea Gives Up Its Dead by Elizaberth Burgoyne Corbett (Mrs George Corbett)
Dorcas Dene, Detective by George Sims (1897)
- Amelia Butterworth series by Anna Katharine Grant (1897 - 1900)
Hagar Of The Pawn-Shop by Fergus Hume (1898)
The Adventures Of A Lady Pearl-Broker by Beatrice Heron-Maxwell (1899)
Miss Cayley's Adventures by Grant Allan (1899)
Hilda Wade by Grant Allan (1900)
Dora Myrl, The Lady Detective by M. McDonnel Bodkin (1900)
The Investigators by J. S. Fletcher (1902)
Lady Molly Of Scotland Yard by Baroness Orczy (1910)
Constance Dunlap, Woman Detective by Arthur B. Reeve (1913)
Miss Madelyn Mack, Detective by Hugh C. Weir (1914)

Related mainstream works:
Adventures Of Susan Hopley by Catherine Crowe (1841)
Men And Women; or, Manorial Rights by Catherine Crowe (1843)
Hargrave by Frances Trollope (1843)
Clement Lorimer by Angus Reach (1849)

True crime:
Clues: or, Leaves from a Chief Constable's Note Book by Sir William Henderson (1889)
Dreadful Deeds And Awful Murders by Joan Lock

11lyzard
Edited: Jan 24, 2020, 4:59 am

Series and sequels, 1866 - 1919:

(1866 - 1876) **Emile Gaboriau - Monsieur Lecoq - The Widow Lerouge (1/6) {ManyBooks}
(1867 - 1905) **Martha Finley - Elsie Dinsmore - Elsie's Friends At Woodburn (13/28) {Project Gutenberg}
(1867 - 1872) **George MacDonald - The Seaboard Parish - Annals Of A Quiet Neighbourhood (1/3) {ManyBooks}
(1878 - 1917) **Anna Katharine Green - Ebenezer Gryce - The Mystery Of The Hasty Arrow (13/13)
(1896 - 1909) **Melville Davisson Post - Randolph Mason - The Corrector Of Destinies (3/3)
(1893 - 1915) **Kate Douglas Wiggins - Penelope - Penelope's Postscripts (4/4)
(1894 - 1898) **Anthony Hope - Ruritania - Rupert Of Hentzau (3/3)
(1894 - 1903) **Arthur Morrison - Martin Hewitt - Chronicles Of Martin Hewitt (2/4) {Roy Glashan's Library}
(1895 - 1901) **Guy Newell Boothby - Dr Nikola - Farewell, Nikola (5/5)
(1897 - 1900) **Anna Katharine Green - Amelia Butterworth - The Circular Study (3/3)
(1898 - 1918) **Arnold Bennett - Five Towns - Anna Of The Five Towns (2/11) {Sutherland Library}
(1899 - 1917) **Anna Katharine Green - Caleb Sweetwater - The Mystery Of The Hasty Arrow (7/7)
(1899 - 1909) **E. W. Hornung - Raffles - Mr Justice Raffles (4/4)
(1900 - 1974) Ernest Bramah - Kai Lung - Kai Lung: Six / Kai Lung Raises His Voice (7/7)

(1901 - 1919) **Carolyn Wells - Patty Fairfield - Patty's Social Season (11/17) {Project Gutenberg}
(1901 - 1927) **George Barr McCutcheon - Graustark - Beverly Of Graustark (2/6) {Project Gutenberg}
(1903 - 1904) **Louis Tracy - Reginald Brett - The Albert Gate Mystery (2/2)
(1905 - 1925) **Baroness Orczy - The Old Man In The Corner - Unravelled Knots (3/3)}
(1905 - 1928) **Edgar Wallace - The Just Men - Again The Three Just Men (6/6)
(1906 - 1930) **John Galsworthy - The Forsyte Saga - The White Monkey (6/11) {Fisher storage / Sutherland stack}
(1907 - 1912) **Carolyn Wells - Marjorie - Marjorie's Vacation (1/6) {ManyBooks}
(1907 - 1942) R. Austin Freeman - Dr John Thorndyke - The Jacob Street Mystery (26/26)
(1907 - 1941) *Maurice Leblanc - Arsene Lupin - The Hollow Needle (3/21) {ManyBooks}
(1908 - 1924) **Margaret Penrose - Dorothy Dale - Dorothy Dale: A Girl Of Today (1/13) {ManyBooks}
(1909 - 1942) *Carolyn Wells - Fleming Stone - The Bronze Hand (20/49) {mobilereads}
(1909 - 1929) *J. S. Fletcher - Inspector Skarratt - Marchester Royal (1/3) {Kindle}
(1909 - 1912) **Emerson Hough - Western Trilogy - 54-40 Or Fight (1/3) {Project Gutenberg}
(1910 - 1936) *Arthur B. Reeve - Craig Kennedy - The Adventuress (10/24) {Kindle}
(1910 - 1946) A. E. W. Mason - Inspector Hanaud - The House In Lordship Lane (7/7)
(1910 - 1917) Edgar Wallace - Inspector Smith - Kate Plus Ten (3/3)
(1910 - 1930) **Edgar Wallace - Inspector Elk - The Joker (3/6?) {ManyBooks}
(1910 - 1932) *Thomas, Mary and Hazel Hanshew - Cleek - The Amber Junk (9/12) {AbeBooks}
(1910 - 1918) **John McIntyre - Ashton-Kirk - Ashton-Kirk: Criminologist (4/4)
(1910 - 1931) Grace S. Richmond - Red Pepper Burns - Red Pepper Returns (6/6)
(1910 - 1933) Jeffery Farnol - The Vibarts - The Way Beyond (3/3) {Fisher Library storage / fadedpage.com}
(1910 - 1928) **Louis Tracy - Winter and Furneaux - The Postmaster's Daughter (5/9) {Project Gutenberg}

(1911 - 1935) G. K. Chesterton - Father Brown - The Scandal Of Father Brown (5/5)
(1911 - 1937) Mary Roberts Rinehart - Letitia Carberry - Tish Marches On (5/5)
(1911 - 1919) **Alfred Bishop Mason - Tom Strong - Tom Strong, Lincoln's Scout (5/5)
(1911 - 1940) *Bertram Atkey - Smiler Bunn - The Smiler Bunn Brigade (2/10) {rare, expensive}
(1912 - 1919) **Gordon Holmes (Louis Tracy) - Steingall and Clancy - The Bartlett Mystery (3/3)
(1913 - 1934) *Alice B. Emerson - Ruth Fielding - Ruth Fielding In The Far North (20/30) {expensive}
(1913 - 1973) Sax Rohmer - Fu-Manchu - The Bride Of Fu-Manchu (6/14) {interlibrary loan / Kindle / fadedpage.com}
(1913 - 1952) *Jeffery Farnol - Jasper Shrig - The High Adventure (4/9) {State Library NSW, JFR / Rare Books}
(1914 - 1950) Mary Roberts Rinehart - Hilda Adams - Episode Of The Wandering Knife (5/5)
(1914 - 1934) Ernest Bramah - Max Carrados - The Bravo Of London (5/5)
(1916 - 1941) John Buchan - Edward Leithen - Sick Heart River (5/5)
(1915 - 1936) *John Buchan - Richard Hannay - The Thirty-Nine Steps (1/5) {Fisher Library / Project Gutenberg / branch transfer / Kindle}
(1915 - 1923) **Booth Tarkington - Growth - The Magnificent Ambersons (2/3) {Project Gutenberg / Fisher Library / Kindle}
(1916 - 1917) **Carolyn Wells - Alan Ford - Faulkner's Folly (2/2) {owned}
(1916 - 1927) **Natalie Sumner Lincoln - Inspector Mitchell - The Nameless Man (2/10) {AbeBooks}
(1916 - 1917) **Nevil Monroe Hopkins - Mason Brant - The Strange Cases Of Mason Brant (1/2) {Coachwhip Books}
(1917 - 1929) **Henry Handel Richardson - Dr Richard Mahony - Australia Felix (1/3) {Fisher Library / Kindle}
(1918 - 1923) **Carolyn Wells - Pennington Wise - The Luminous Face (5/8) {Project Gutenberg}
(1918 - 1939) Valentine Williams - The Okewood Brothers - The Spider's Touch (6/?) {Roy Glashan's Library}
(1918 - 1944) Valentine Williams - Clubfoot - The Spider's Touch (7/8) {Roy Glashan's Library}
(1918 - 1950) *Wyndham Martyn - Anthony Trent - The Mysterious Mr Garland (3/26) {CARM}
(1919 - 1966) *Lee Thayer - Peter Clancy - The Key (6/60) {expensive / Rare Books}
(1919 - 1921) **Octavus Roy Cohen - David Carroll - The Crimson Alibi (1/3) {Rare Books / HathiTrust}

*** Incompletely available series
** Series complete pre-1931
* Present status pre-1931

12lyzard
Edited: Jan 24, 2020, 5:21 am

Series and sequels, 1920 - 1927:

(1920 - 1939) E. F. Benson - Mapp And Lucia - Trouble For Lucia (6/6)
(1920 - 1948) *H. C. Bailey - Reggie Fortune - Case For Mr Fortune (7/23) {State Library NSW, JFR}
(1920 - 1952) William McFee - Spenlove - The Adopted - (7/7)
(1920 - 1932) *Alice B. Emerson - Betty Gordon - Betty Gordon At Bramble Farm (1/15) {ManyBooks}
(1920 - 1975) Agatha Christie - Hercule Poirot - Hallowe'en Party (35/39) {owned}
(1920 - 1921) **Natalie Sumner Lincoln - Ferguson - The Unseen Ear (2/2)
(1920 - 1937) *H. C. McNeile - Bulldog Drummond - The Black Gang (2/10 - series continued) {Roy Glashan's Library}

(1921 - 1929) **Charles J. Dutton - John Bartley - Streaked With Crimson (9/9)
(1921 - 1925) **Herman Landon - The Gray Phantom - Gray Magic (5/5)

(1922 - 1973) Agatha Christie - Tommy and Tuppence - Postern Of Fate (5/5) {owned}
(1922 - 1927) *Alice MacGowan and Perry Newberry - Jerry Boyne - The Seventh Passenger (4/5) {Amazon}
(1922 - 1931) Valentine Williams - Inspector Manderton - Death Answers The Bell (4/4)
(1922 - 1961) Mark Cross ("Valentine", aka Archibald Thomas Pechey) - Daphne Wrayne and her Four Adjusters - The Adjusters (1/53) {rare, expensive}

(1923 - 1937) Dorothy L. Sayers - Lord Peter Wimsey - In The Teeth Of The Evidence (14/14)
(1923 - 1924) **Carolyn Wells - Lorimer Lane - The Fourteenth Key (2/2)
(1923 - 1931) *Agnes Miller - The Linger-Nots - The Linger-Nots And The Secret Maze (5/5) {unavailable}
(1923 - 1927) Annie Haynes - Inspector Furnival - The Crow's Inn Tragedy (3/3)

(1924 - 1959) Philip MacDonald - Colonel Anthony Gethryn - The Wraith (6/24) {ILL / JFR}
(1924 - 1957) *Freeman Wills Crofts - Inspector French - The Sea Mystery (4/30) {Rare Books / State Library NSW, JFR / ILL / Kindle}
(1924 - 1935) * / ***Francis D. Grierson - Inspector Sims and Professor Wells - The Smiling Death (6/13) {AbeBooks, expensive}
(1924 - 1940) *Lynn Brock - Colonel Gore - The Dagwort Coombe Murder (5/12) {Kindle}
(1924 - 1933) *Herbert Adams - Jimmie Haswell - The Crooked Lip (2/9) {Rare Books}
(1924 - 1944) *A. Fielding - Inspector Pointer - The Charteris Mystery (2/23) {AbeBooks / Rare Books / Kindle, Resurrected Press}
(1924 - 1928) **Ford Madox Ford - Parade's End - No More Parades (2/4) {ebook}
(1924 - 1936) *Hulbert Footner - Madame Storey - Easy To Kill (7/14) {Roy Glashan's Library}

(1925 - 1961) ***John Rhode - Dr Priestley - Death In The Hopfields (25/72) {HathiTrust / State Library NSW, held}
(1925 - 1953) *G. D. H. Cole / M. Cole - Superintendent Wilson - Poison In A Garden Suburb (6/?) {State Library NSW, JFR}
(1925 - 1932) Earl Derr Biggers - Charlie Chan - Keeper Of The Keys (6/6)
(1925 - 1944) Agatha Christie - Superintendent Battle - Towards Zero (5/5)
(1925 - 1934) *Anthony Berkeley - Roger Sheringham - The Second Shot (6/10) {academic loan / Rare Books}
(1925 - 1950) *Anthony Wynne (Robert McNair Wilson) - Dr Eustace Hailey - The Double-Thirteen Mystery (2/27) (aka "The Double Thirteen") {AbeBooks / Rare Books}
(1925 - 1939) *Charles Barry (Charles Bryson) - Inspector Lawrence Gilmartin - The Smaller Penny (1/15) {AbeBooks / Amazon}
(1925 - 1929) **Will Scott - Will Disher - Disher--Detective (aka "The Black Stamp") (1/3) {AbeBooks, expensive}
(1925 - 1927) **Francis Beeding - Professor Kreutzemark - The Seven Sleepers (1/2) {Roy Glashan's Library / State Library NSW, interlibrary loan}

(1926 - 1968) * / ***Christopher Bush - Ludovic Travers - Murder At Fenwold (3/63) {Rare Books}
(1926 - 1939) *S. S. Van Dine - Philo Vance - The Kennel Murder Case (6/12) {fadedpage.com}
(1926 - 1952) *J. Jefferson Farjeon - Ben the Tramp - Murderer's Trail (3/8) {interlibrary loan / Kindle}
(1926 - ????) *G. D. H. Cole / M. Cole - Everard Blatchington - Burglars In Bucks (aka "The Berkshire Mystery") (2/6) {Fisher Library}
(1926 - 1936) *Margery Lawrence - The Round Table - Nights Of The Round Table (1/2) {Kindle}
(1926 - ????) *Arthur Gask - Gilbert Larose - The Dark Highway (2/27) {University of Adelaide / Project Gutenberg Australia / mobilereads}
(1926 - 1931) *Aidan de Brune - Dr Night - Dr Night (1/3) {Roy Glashan's Library}

(1927 - 1933) *Herman Landon - The Picaroon - The Picaroon Does Justice (2/7) {Book Searchers / CARM}
(1927 - 1932) *Anthony Armstrong - Jimmie Rezaire - The Trail Of The Lotto (3/5) {AbeBooks}
(1927 - 1937) *Ronald Knox - Miles Bredon - The Body In The Silo (3/5) {Kindle / Rare Books}
(1927 - 1958) *Brian Flynn - Anthony Bathurst - The Five Red Fingers (5/54) {Kindle}
(1927 - 1947) *J. J. Connington - Sir Clinton Driffield - Tragedy At Ravensthorpe (2/17) {Murder Room ebook / Kindle}
(1927 - 1935) *Anthony Gilbert (Lucy Malleson) - Scott Egerton - Mystery Of The Open Window (4/10) {expensive}
(1927 - 1932) *William Morton (aka William Blair Morton Ferguson) - Daniel "Biff" Corrigan - Masquerade (1/4) {expensive}
(1927 - 1929) **George Dilnot - Inspector Strickland - The Crooks' Game (1/2) {AbeBooks / Amazon}
(1927 - 1960) **Mazo de la Roche - Jalna - Jalna (1/16) {State Library NSW, JFR / fadedpage.com}
(1927 - 1949) **Dornford Yates - Richard Chandos - Perishable Goods (2/8) {State Library, JFR / Kindle}

*** Incompletely available series
** Series complete pre-1931
* Present status pre-1931

13lyzard
Edited: Dec 31, 2019, 6:14 am

Series and sequels, 1928 - 1930:

(1928 - 1961) Patricia Wentworth - Miss Silver - Anna, Where Are You? (20/33) {fadedpage.com}
(1928 - 1936) *Gavin Holt - Luther Bastion - The Garden Of Silent Beasts (5/17) {academic loan / State Library NSW, held}
(1928 - ????) Trygve Lund - Weston of the Royal North-West Mounted Police - The Vanished Prospector (6/9) {AbeBooks}
(1928 - 1936) *Kay Cleaver Strahan - Lynn MacDonald - October House (4/7) {AbeBooks}
(1928 - 1937) *John Alexander Ferguson - Francis McNab - Murder On The Marsh (2/5) {Internet Archive / Rare Books / State Library NSW, held}
(1928 - 1960) *Cecil Freeman Gregg - Inspector Higgins - The Murdered Manservant (aka "The Body In The Safe") (1/35) {rare, expensive}
(1928 - 1959) *John Gordon Brandon - Inspector Patrick Aloysius McCarthy - The Black Joss (2/53) {State Library NSW, held}
(1928 - 1935) *Roland Daniel - Wu Fang / Inspector Saville - Wu Fang (2/6) {expensive}
(1928 - 1946) *Francis Beeding - Alistair Granby - Pretty Sinister (2/18) {academic loan}
(1928 - 1930) **Annie Haynes - Inspector Stoddart - The Crystal Beads Murder (4/4)
(1928 - 1930) **Elsa Barker - Dexter Drake and Paul Howard - The Cobra Candlestick (aka "The Cobra Shaped Candlestick") (1/3) {AbeBooks / Rare Books}
(1928 - ????) Adam Broome - Denzil Grigson - Crowner's Quest (2/?) {AbeBooks / eBay}

(1929 - 1947) Margery Allingham - Albert Campion - The Case Of The Late Pig (8/35) {interlibrary loan / Kindle / fadedpage.com}
(1929 - 1984) Gladys Mitchell - Mrs Bradley - The Devil At Saxon Wall (6/67) {interlibrary loan / Kindle}
(1929 - 1937) Patricia Wentworth - Benbow Smith - Down Under (4/4)
(1929 - ????) Mignon Eberhart - Nurse Sarah Keate - Dead Yesterday And Other Stories (6/8) (NB: multiple Eberhart characters) {expensive / limited edition} / Wolf In Man's Clothing (7/8) {Rare Books / Kindle}
(1929 - ????) ***Moray Dalton - Inspector Collier - ???? (3/?) - Death In The Cup {unavailable}, The Wife Of Baal {unavailable}
(1929 - ????) * / ***Charles Reed Jones - Leighton Swift - The King Murder (1/?) {AbeBooks}
(1929 - 1931) Carolyn Wells - Kenneth Carlisle - The Skeleton At The Feast (3/3) {Kindle}
(1929 - 1967) *George Goodchild - Inspector McLean - McLean Of Scotland Yard (1/65) {State Library NSW, held}
(1929 - 1979) *Leonard Gribble - Anthony Slade - The Case Of The Marsden Rubies (1/33) {AbeBooks / Rare Books / re-check Kindle}
(1929 - 1932) *E. R. Punshon - Carter and Bell - The Unexpected Legacy (1/5) {expensive, omnibus / Rare Books}
(1929 - 1971) *Ellery Queen - Ellery Queen - The Roman Hat Mystery (1/40) {interlibrary loan}
(1929 - 1966) *Arthur Upfield - Bony - Wings Above The Diamantina (3/29) {Fisher Library}
(1929 - 1931) *Ernest Raymond - Once In England - A Family That Was (1/3) {State Library NSW, interlibrary loan}
(1929 - 1937) *Anthony Berkeley - Ambrose Chitterwick - The Piccadilly Murder (2/3) {interlibrary loan}
(1929 - 1940) *Jean Lilly - DA Bruce Perkins - The Seven Sisters (1/3) {AbeBooks / expensive shipping}
(1929 - 1935) *N. A. Temple-Ellis (Nevile Holdaway) - Montrose Arbuthnot - The Inconsistent Villains (1/4) {AbeBooks / expensive shipping}
(1929 - 1943) *Gret Lane - Kate Clare Marsh and Inspector Barrin - The Cancelled Score Mystery (1/9) {Kindle}
(1929 - 1961) *Henry Holt - Inspector Silver - The Mayfair Mystery (aka "The Mayfair Murder") (1/16) {AbeBooks}
(1929 - 1930) *J. J. Connington - Superintendent Ross - The Eye In The Museum (1/2) {Kindle}
(1929 - 1941) *H. Maynard Smith - Inspector Frost - Inspector Frost's Jigsaw (1/7) {AbeBooks, omnibus}
(1929 - ????) *Armstrong Livingston - Jimmy Traynor - The Doublecross (1/?) {AbeBooks}
(1929 - 1932) Clemence Dane and Helen Simpson - Sir John Saumarez - Re-Enter Sir John (3/3)
(1929 - 1940) *Rufus King - Lieutenant Valcour - Murder By The Clock (1/11) {AbeBooks, omnibus / Kindle}
(1929 - 1933) *Will Levinrew (Will Levine) - Professor Brierly - For Sale - Murder (4/5) {AbeBooks}
(1929 - 1932) *Nancy Barr Mavity - Peter Piper - The Body On The Floor (1/5) {AbeBooks / Rare Books / State Library NSW, held}
(1929 - 1934) *Charles J. Dutton - Professor Harley Manners - The Shadow Of Evil (2/6) {expensive}
(1929 - 1932) *Thomas Cobb - Inspector Bedison - Inspector Bedison And The Sunderland Case (2/4) {Kindle}
(1929 - ????) * J. C. Lenehan - Inspector Kilby - The Tunnel Mystery (1/?) {Kindle}
(1929 - 1936) *Robin Forsythe - Anthony Algernon Vereker - Missing Or Murdered (1/5) {Kindle}

(1930 - ????) ***Moray Dalton - Hermann Glide - ???? (3/?) {see above}
(1930 - 1932) Hugh Walpole - The Herries Chronicles - Vanessa (4/4)
(1930 - 1932) Faith Baldwin - The Girls Of Divine Corners - Myra: A Story Of Divine Corners (4/4)
(1930 - 1960) ***Miles Burton - Desmond Merrion - The Platinum Cat (17/57) {Rare Books}
(1930 - 1960) ***Miles Burton - Inspector Henry Arnold - The Platinum Cat (18/57) {Rare Books}
(1930 - 1933) ***Roger Scarlett - Inspector Kane - In The First Degree (5/5) {expensive}
(1930 - 1941) *Harriette Ashbrook - Philip "Spike" Tracy - The Murder Of Sigurd Sharon (3/7) {Kindle / Rare Books}
(1930 - 1943) Anthony Abbot - Thatcher Colt - About The Murder Of The Night Club Lady (3/8) {AbeBooks / serialised}
(1930 - ????) ***David Sharp - Professor Fielding - I, The Criminal (4/?) {unavailable?}
(1930 - 1950) *H. C. Bailey - Josiah Clunk - Garstons (aka The Garston Murder Case) (1/11) {HathiTrust}
(1930 - 1968) *Francis Van Wyck Mason - Hugh North - The Vesper Service Murders (2/41) {Kindle}
(1930 - 1976) *Agatha Christie - Miss Jane Marple - Nemesis (13/13) {owned}
(1930 - 1939) Anne Austin - James "Bonnie" Dundee - Murdered But Not Dead (5/5)
(1930 - 1950) *Leslie Ford (as David Frome) - Mr Pinkerton and Inspector Bull - The Hammersmith Murders (1/11) {AbeBooks / Rare Books}
(1930 - 1935) *"Diplomat" (John Franklin Carter) - Dennis Tyler - Murder In The State Department (1/7) {Amazon / Abebooks}
(1930 - 1962) *Helen Reilly - Inspector Christopher McKee - The Diamond Feather (1/31) {Rare Books}
(1930 - 1933) *Mary Plum - John Smith - The Killing Of Judge MacFarlane (1/4) {AbeBooks / Rare Books}
(1930 - 1945) *Hulbert Footner - Amos Lee Mappin - The Death Of A Celebrity (2/10) {mobilereads / omnibus}
(1930 - 1940) *E. M. Delafield - The Provincial Lady - The Provincial Lady In Wartime (4/4)
(1930 - 1933) *Monte Barrett - Peter Cardigan - The Pelham Murder Case (1/3) {Amazon}
(1930 - 1931) Vernon Loder - Inspector Brews - Death Of An Editor (2/2)
(1930 - 1931) *Roland Daniel - John Hopkins - The Rosario Murder Case (1/2) {unavailable?}

*** Incompletely available series
** Series complete pre-1931
* Present status pre-1931

14lyzard
Edited: Jan 21, 2020, 10:59 pm

Series and sequels, 1931 - 1955:

(1931 - 1940) Bruce Graeme - Superintendent Stevens and Pierre Allain - Satan's Mistress (4/8) {expensive}
(1931 - 1951) Phoebe Atwood Taylor - Asey Mayo - Sandbar Sinister (5/24) {AbeBooks, expensive}
(1931 - 1955) Stuart Palmer - Hildegarde Withers - Murder On The Blackboard (3/18) {Kindle}
(1931 - 1951) Olive Higgins Prouty - The Vale Novels - Fabia (5/5)
(1931 - 1933) Sydney Fowler - Inspector Cleveland - Arresting Delia (4/4)
(1931 - 1934) J. H. Wallis - Inspector Wilton Jacks - The Capital City Mystery (2/6) {Rare Books}
(1931 - ????) Paul McGuire - Inspector Cummings - Daylight Murder (aka "Murder At High Noon") (3/5) {academic loan / State Library NSW, held}
(1931 - 1937) Carlton Dawe - Leathermouth - The Sign Of The Glove (2/13) {academic loan / State Library NSW, held}
(1931 - 1947) R. L. Goldman - Asaph Clume and Rufus Reed - Murder Without Motive (2/6) {Wildside Press}
(1931 - 1959) E. C. R. Lorac (Edith Caroline Rivett) - Inspector Robert Macdonald - The Murder On The Burrows (1/46) {rare, expensive}
(1931 - 1935) Clifton Robbins - Clay Harrison - Methylated Murder (5/5)
(1931 - 1972) Georges Simenon - Inspector Maigret - L'Ombre chinoise (12/75) {ILL}
(1931 - 1934) T. S. Stribling - The Vaiden Trilogy - The Store (2/3) {Internet Archive / academic loan / State Library, held}
(1931 - 1935) Pearl S. Buck - The House Of Earth - A House Divided (3/3)
(1931 - 1942) R. A. J. Walling - Garstang - The Stroke Of One (1/3) {Amazon}
(1931 - ????) Francis Bonnamy (Audrey Boyers Walz) - Peter Utley Shane - Death By Appointment (1/8) {AbeBooks / Rare Books}
(1931 - 1937) J. S. Fletcher - Ronald Camberwell - Murder In The Squire's Pew (3/11) {Kindle / State Library NSW, held}
(1931 - 1933) Edwin Dial Torgerson - Sergeant Pierre Montigny - The Murderer Returns (1/2) {Rare Books)
(1931 - 1933) Molly Thynne - Dr Constantine and Inspector Arkwright - Death In The Dentist's Chair (2/3) {Kindle}
(1931 - 1935) Valentine Williams - Sergeant Trevor Dene - The Clock Ticks On (2/4) {Roy Glashan's Library}
(1931 - 1942) Patricia Wentworth - Frank Garrett - Pursuit Of A Parcel (5/5)

(1932 - 1954) Sydney Fowler - Inspector Cambridge and Mr Jellipot - The Bell Street Murders (1/11) {AbeBooks / Rare Books}
(1932 - 1935) Murray Thomas - Inspector Wilkins - Buzzards Pick The Bones (1/3) {AbeBooks, expensive}
(1932 - ????) R. A. J. Walling - Philip Tolefree - Prove It, Mr Tolefree (aka The Tolliver Case) (3/22) {AbeBooks}
(1932 - 1962) T. Arthur Plummer - Detective-Inspector Andrew Frampton - Shadowed By The C. I. D. (1/50) {unavailable?}
(1932 - 1936) John Victor Turner - Amos Petrie - Death Must Have Laughed (1/7) {Kindle / Rare Books}
(1932 - 1944) Nicholas Brady (John Victor Turner) - Ebenezer Buckle - The House Of Strange Guests (1/4) {Kindle}
(1932 - 1932) Lizette M. Edholm - The Merriweather Girls - The Merriweather Girls At Good Old Rockhill (4/4) {HathiTrust}
(1932 - 1933) Barnaby Ross (aka Ellery Queen) - Drury Lane - Drury Lane's Last Case (4/4) {AbeBooks}
(1932 - 1952) D. E. Stevenson - Mrs Tim - Mrs Tim Flies Home (5/5) {interlibrary loan}
(1932 - ????) Richard Essex (Richard Harry Starr) - Jack Slade - Slade Of The Yard (1/?) {AbeBooks}
(1932 - 1933) Gerard Fairlie - Mr Malcolm - Shot In The Dark (1/3) (State Library NSW, held}
(1932 - 1934) Paul McGuire - Inspector Fillinger - The Tower Mystery (aka Death Tolls The Bell) (1/5) {Rare Books / State Library, held}
(1932 - 1946) Roland Daniel - Inspector Pearson - The Crackswoman (1/6) {unavailable?}
(1932 - 1951) Sydney Horler - Tiger Standish - Tiger Standish (1/11) {Rare Books}

(1933 - 1959) John Gordon Brandon - Arthur Stukeley Pennington - West End! (1/?) {AbeBooks / State Library, held}
(1933 - 1940) Lilian Garis - Carol Duncan - The Ghost Of Melody Lane (1/9) {AbeBooks}
(1933 - 1934) Peter Hunt (George Worthing Yates and Charles Hunt Marshall) - Allan Miller - Murders At Scandal House (1/3) {AbeBooks / Amazon}
(1933 - 1968) John Dickson Carr - Gideon Fell - Hag's Nook (1/23) {Better World Books / State Library NSW, interlibrary loan}
(1933 - 1939) Gregory Dean - Deputy Commissioner Benjamin Simon - The Case Of Marie Corwin (1/3) {AbeBooks / Amazon}
(1933 - 1956) E. R. Punshon - Detective-Sergeant Bobby Owen - Information Received (1/35) {academic loan / State Library NSW, held / Rare Books}
(1933 - 1970) Dennis Wheatley - Duke de Richlieu - The Forbidden Territory (1/11) {Fisher Library}
(1933 - 1934) Jackson Gregory - Paul Savoy - A Case For Mr Paul Savoy (1/3) {AbeBooks / Rare Books}
(1933 - 1957) John Creasey - Department Z - The Death Miser (1/28) {State Library NSW, held}
(1933 - 1940) Bruce Graeme - Superintendent Stevens - Body Unknown (2/2) {expensive}
(1933 - 1952) Wyndham Martyn - Christopher Bond - Christopher Bond, Adventurer (1/8) {rare}
(1934 - 1936) Storm Jameson - The Mirror In Darkness - Company Parade (1/3) {Fisher Library}
(1934 - 1949) Richard Goyne - Paul Templeton - Strange Motives (1/13) {unavailable?}
(1934 - 1941) N. A. Temple-Ellis (Nevile Holdaway) - Inspector Wren - Three Went In (1/3) {unavailable?}
(1934 - 1953) Carter Dickson (John Dickson Carr) - Sir Henry Merivale - The Plague Court Murders (1/22) {Fisher Library}
(1934 - 1968) Dennis Wheatley - Gregory Sallust - Black August (1/11) {interlibrary loan / omnibus}
(1934 - 1953) Leslie Ford (Zenith Jones Brown) - Colonel Primrose - The Strangled Witness (1/17) {Rare Books}
(1934 - 1975) Rex Stout - Nero Wolfe - Fer-de-Lance (1/?) {Rare Books / State Library NSW, JFR / Kindle}
(1934 - 1935) Vernon Loder - Inspector Chace - Murder From Three Angles (1/2) {Kindle /
(1935 - 1939) Francis Beeding - Inspector George Martin - The Norwich Victims (1/3) {AbeBooks / Book Depository / State Library NSW, held}
(1935 - 1976) Nigel Morland - Palmyra Pym - The Moon Murders (1/28) {State Library NSW, held}
(1935 - 1941) Clyde Clason - Professor Theocritus Lucius Westborough - The Fifth Tumbler (1/10) {unavailable?}
(1935 - ????) G. D. H. Cole / M. Cole - Dr Tancred - Dr Tancred Begins (1/?) (AbeBooks, expensive / State Library NSW, held / Rare Books}
(1935 - ????) George Harmon Coxe - Kent Murdock - Murder With Pictures (1/22) {AbeBooks}
(1935 - 1959) Kathleen Moore Knight - Elisha Macomber - Death Blew Out The Match (1/16) {AbeBooks / Amazon}
(1936 - 1974) Anthony Gilbert (Lucy Malleson) - Arthur Crook - Murder By Experts (1/51) {interlibrary loan}
(1936 - 1952) Helen Dore Boylston - Sue Barton - Sue Barton, Student Nurse (1/7) {interlibrary loan}
(1936 - 1940) George Bell Dyer - The Catalyst Club - The Catalyst Club (1/3) {AbeBooks}
(1936 - 1956) Theodora Du Bois - Anne and Jeffrey McNeil - Armed With A New Terror (1/19) {unavailable?}
(1937 - 1953) Leslie Ford (Zenith Jones Brown) - Grace Latham - Ill Met By Moonlight (1/16){Kindle}
(1938 - 1944) Zelda Popkin - Mary Carner - Death Wears A White Gardenia (1/6) {Kindle}
(1939 - 1942) Patricia Wentworth - Inspector Lamb - The Ivory Dagger (11/?) {fadedpage.com}
(1939 - 1940) Clifton Robbins - George Staveley - Six Sign-Post Murder (1/2) {Biblio / rare}
(1940 - 1943) Bruce Graeme - Pierre Allain - The Corporal Died In Bed (1/3) {unavailable?}
(1941 - 1951) Bruce Graeme - Theodore I. Terhune - Seven Clues In Search Of A Crime (1/7) {unavailable?}
(1947 - 1974) Dennis Wheatley - Roger Brook - The Launching Of Roger Brook (1/12) {Fisher Library storage}
(1948 - 1971) E. V. Timms - The Gubbys - Forever To Remain (1/12) {Fisher Library / interlibrary loan}
(1953 - 1960) Dennis Wheatley - Molly Fountain and Colonel Verney - To The Devil A Daughter (1/2) {Fisher Library storage}
(1955 - 1956) D. E. Stevenson - The Ayrton Family - Summerhills (2/2) {interlibrary loan}
(1955 - 1991) Patricia Highsmith - Tom Ripley - Ripley Under Ground (2/5) {interlibrary loan / Kindle}
(1957 - 1993) Chester B. Himes - The Harlem Cycle - For Love Of Imabelle (aka "A Rage In Harlem") (1/9) {interlibrary loan / Kindle}

*** Incompletely available series

15lyzard
Edited: Dec 31, 2019, 6:20 am

Unavailable series works:

John Rhode - Dr Priestley
The Hanging Woman (#11) {rare, expensive}

Moray Dalton - Inspector Collier {NB: some now available in Kindle}
>#3 onwards (to end of series)

Moray Dalton - Hermann Glide
>#3 onwards (to end of series)

Miles Burton - Desmond Merrion / Inspector Arnold
>everything from #2 - #11 inclusive

David Sharp - Professor Fielding
When No Man Pursueth (#1)

Francis D. Grierson - Inspector Sims and Professor Wells
The Double Thumb (#3) {expensive}

Roger Scarlett - Inspector Kane {NB: Now available in paperback, but expensive}
>#4 onwards (to end of series)

Alfred Bishop Mason - Tom Strong
Tom Strong, Boy-Captain (#2)
Tom Strong, Junior (#3)
Tom Strong, Third (#4)

Roland Daniel - Wu Fang
The Society Of The Spiders (#1)

Agnes Miller - The Linger-Nots
The Linger-Nots And The Secret Maze (#5)

16lyzard
Edited: Jan 20, 2020, 3:37 pm

Books currently on loan:

  

        

17lyzard
Edited: Jan 23, 2020, 5:30 pm

Reading projects:

Blog:

        

        

Other projects:

        

        

18lyzard
Edited: Jan 2, 2020, 3:43 pm

Group read news:

There will be a group read of Anthony Trollope's 1859 novel, The Bertrams, starting this month. It was decided to push the start date a couple of weeks both to allow the crossover madness to recede a little, and because we had about equal numbers voting for January and February as the preferred month.

I will probably be putting the thread up over the weekend of the 11th / 12th; please let me know if this is unsuitable for any reason.

I will also be resurrecting the long-interrupted Virago chronological read project, with Mary Elizabeth Braddon's breakthrough novel, Lady Audley's Secret. We do no have a confirmed date as yet, but April is likely.

Also, after tackling Emmeline, The Orphan Of The Castle last year, Heather and I were thinking of doing another of Charlotte Smith's novels. Nothing definite has been decided, however. It could be a group project or just a shared read.

As always---all welcome!

19lyzard
Edited: Dec 31, 2019, 6:31 am

Assuming that I haven't already frightened everyone away---

---please come on in and say hi!

20DianaNL
Dec 31, 2019, 5:47 am

Best wishes for 2020!

21casvelyn
Dec 31, 2019, 7:42 am

Hi Liz! Personally, I'm here on purpose for all the obscurity. (Besides, how else am I going to figure out how the Elsie Dinsmore series ends? :))

22PaulCranswick
Dec 31, 2019, 8:57 am



Another resolution is to keep up in 2020 with all my friends on LT. Happy New Year!

23drneutron
Dec 31, 2019, 1:10 pm

Welcome back!

24Helenliz
Dec 31, 2019, 4:08 pm

Dropping my trail of breadcrumbs to one of the more illuminating threads on LT. I'm always learning something. Sometimes it's that certain books are best left unread, and we thank you for taking one for the team. Wishing you great reading in 2020

25lyzard
Dec 31, 2019, 4:51 pm

Thank you all for visiting, and your kind wishes! :)

>20 DianaNL:

Welcome back, Diana!

>21 casvelyn:

Just as long as it DOES end!! :D

>22 PaulCranswick:

Me too; I guess we'll see. :)

>23 drneutron:

Thanks as always for hard work, Jim!

>24 Helenliz:

If I'm going to be a reading masochist, others might as well benefit. :D

26lyzard
Edited: Dec 31, 2019, 6:46 pm

...and having done my best to frighten everybody away with my reading plans, I shall now make an embarrassingly blatant attempt to lure them back with cat pictures!

I was cleaning out my phone (not before time, since obviously one of these dates from last winter), and thought I would post these two as a reminder to myself that The Boys can get along sometimes.

Just occasionally...


  

27lyzard
Dec 31, 2019, 6:01 pm

That moment when...

...the New Year / Group / Thread excitement recedes and you realise that you still have two months' worth of unwritten reviews.

Think I'll ease myself into it by cheating...

28lyzard
Edited: Dec 31, 2019, 6:47 pm

Best-selling books in the United States for 1953:

1. The Robe by Lloyd C. Douglas
2. The Silver Chalice by Thomas B. Costain
3. Desirée by Annemarie Selinko
4. Battle Cry by Leon M. Uris
5. From Here to Eternity by James Jones
6. The High and the Mighty by Ernest K. Gann
7. Beyond This Place by A. J. Cronin
8. Time and Time Again by James Hilton
9. Lord Vanity by Samuel Shellabarger
10. The Unconquered by Ben Ames Williams

Religion, history and the war continued to dominate American reading in 1953.

The outliers are A. J. Cronin's Beyond This Place, about a young man who sets out to prove that his father was innocent of the murder of which he was convicted; and James Hilton's Time and Time Again, an insightful character study about a repressed and rather stuffy middle-aged diplomat.

Ernest K. Gann's The High and the Mighty, meanwhile, is about an unfolding air disaster and how it affects the lives of those involved: a book of special meaning to me, since it was the basis for the first modern disaster movie (which I have reviewed).

Samuel Shellabarger's Lord Vanity is an historical romance spanning 18th century Europe and the Americas, whose climax unfolds at the battle for Montreal. Ben Ames Williams' The Unconquered is the sequel to his 1947 novel, House Divided (#7 on the 1947 best-seller list), set in post-Civil War Louisiana. Annemarie Selinko's Desirée is a biographical novel about Eugénie Désirée Clary, who was engaged to Napoleon, jilted and forced on his brother, Joseph, and ended up Queen of Sweden.

James Jones' From Here to Eternity, #1 in 1951 (and reviewed here), returns to the Top Ten again in conjunction with the release of its movie adaptation. Meanwhile, Leon M. Uris's Battle Cry is about a group of young men who join the marines in the wake of Pearl Harbor.

Religion tops the list again, however: at #2 we have Thomas B. Costain's The Silver Chalice, which was #1 in 1952 (and reviewed here); while at #1 in 1953 we have the book that was also #1 in 1943 (and reviewed here): Lloyd C. Douglas's The Robe.

29lyzard
Edited: Dec 31, 2019, 6:48 pm



This was Lloyd C. Douglas's fourth time at the top of the American best-sellers list, and the second time that The Robe made it to #1. It returned to the charts in 1953 as a result of the release of its movie adaptation, famous as the first ever Cinemascope production.

Douglas's other #1 best-sellers were Green Light, in 1935 (reviewed here), and The Big Fisherman in 1948 (reviewed here).

An overview of Douglas's life and career may be found here.

(And since I had already read and reviewed The Robe, I got a month off---whoo!)

30SandDune
Dec 31, 2019, 6:09 pm

>28 lyzard: I remember reading Desirée as a teenager and quite enjoying it ...

31FAMeulstee
Dec 31, 2019, 6:37 pm

Happy reading in 2020, Liz!

I love browsing through all your reading plans. I haven't seen any opportunities for shared reads yet. Maybe later this year.

32lyzard
Dec 31, 2019, 6:52 pm

>30 SandDune:

Hi, Rhian - thanks for visiting (particularly when I was so slack last year!).

I've only read about Desirée but I know it's supposed to be very good.

>31 FAMeulstee:

Thanks, Anita! Never mind, hopefully our planets will align at some point. :)

33lyzard
Dec 31, 2019, 7:02 pm

And of course I should have mentioned that my first read for the year will be Carolyn Wells' The Daughter Of The House.

Which, after all my efforts to secure a copy and my celebratory carry on about it on my last thread, is probably guaranteed to be terrible. :D

34Dejah_Thoris
Dec 31, 2019, 7:03 pm

>28 lyzard: I had to laugh - when I read the post above I was wishing the bestseller was Desiree - which I've read several times. Then I got excited when Rhian said she'd read it - we're a very small minority these days!

35Dejah_Thoris
Dec 31, 2019, 7:03 pm

And I forgot to add - good work with the cat photos!

36lyzard
Edited: Dec 31, 2019, 9:59 pm

>34 Dejah_Thoris:. >35 Dejah_Thoris:

Hi, Dejah!

If I've learned anything from the best-seller challenge, it's that the book you think ought to be #1, or you want to be #1, is never #1! It's a much tougher challenge than you feel it should be. :D

Glad you like my boys!

37NinieB
Dec 31, 2019, 9:01 pm

Dropping a star to follow along! And finding myself increasingly thinking of rereading The Bertrams to further Trollopean (Trollopeian? Trollopian?) reading plans for 2020.

38lyzard
Dec 31, 2019, 9:03 pm

>37 NinieB:

Thanks, Ninie! Re-reading or just refreshing, we'll be delighted to have you join in. :)

(Trollopean, I believe.)

39lyzard
Dec 31, 2019, 10:05 pm

Finished The Daughter Of The House for TIOLI #15.

(It wasn't terrible, but...)

And, oh well, let's get into those resolutions!---

Now reading Leandro: or, The Lucky Rescue by J. Smythies.

40thornton37814
Dec 31, 2019, 11:18 pm

Marking my place!

41Berly
Jan 1, 2020, 9:23 am



Wishing you 12 months of success
52 weeks of laughter
366 days of fun (leap year!)
8,784 hours of joy
527,040 minutes of good luck
and 31,622,400 seconds of happiness!!

42harrygbutler
Jan 1, 2020, 9:39 am

Happy New Year, Liz!

>26 lyzard: Great to see the photos!

>27 lyzard: I gave up on commenting on the December movies and my last books for 2019.

43lyzard
Jan 1, 2020, 3:01 pm

>40 thornton37814:

Much appreciated, Lori!

>41 Berly:

Thanks, Kim - all the best to you, too. :)

>42 harrygbutler:

Hi, Harry!

Aw, glad you like them.

Very sensible of you! - but unfortunately for me, I'm far too anal ever to just let stuff go... :D

44jnwelch
Jan 1, 2020, 3:43 pm

Happy 2020 Thread, Liz. I look forward to learning about more golden oldies this year. Cool photo of the spinetail devil rays up top.

45lyzard
Jan 1, 2020, 4:02 pm

Thanks, Joe! I can only say that there are plenty of golden oldies on the horizon... :)

46lyzard
Jan 1, 2020, 4:05 pm

Finished Leandro: or, The Lucky Rescue for TIOLI #1.

(Let's just see how the blogging goes...)

Now reading Wilhelm Meister's Travels by Johann Goethe.

47rosalita
Jan 1, 2020, 6:58 pm

Boy, Poe really had you pegged, didn't he? However could he have known back then what you would be getting up to now? ;-)

I thoroughly approve of more beautiful wildlife photos. When I saw your caption about that being a courtship dance of the rays, I was looking forward to googling "non-traditional mating habits of spinetail devil rays" but alas, it is not to be. Maybe next time ... :-D

Onward to 2020!

48lyzard
Jan 1, 2020, 7:10 pm

>47 rosalita:

Sad but true, my dear; sad but true...

Ah, good! There are some lovely shots among this year's winners (including, I was amused to note, at least one sloth image; but I'll save that for elsewhere); and really, it was not being able to pick just one that gave me the idea to do it this way.

Ahem. If you're interested in "non-traditional mating habits", you might want to Google "gay interracial octopus sex".

Or not. :D

49rosalita
Jan 1, 2020, 7:20 pm

>48 lyzard: Well, how can I resist a challenge like that? Probably save it for my home computer, though. ;-)

50paulstalder
Jan 2, 2020, 10:12 am

51souloftherose
Jan 2, 2020, 2:34 pm

50 messages already?! Happy new year and new thread Liz!

>26 lyzard: Lovely to see the boys :-)

>47 rosalita:, >48 lyzard:, >49 rosalita: *snort*

52lyzard
Jan 2, 2020, 3:52 pm

>49 rosalita:

Very wise! Though perhaps not so wise as not doing it at all...

>50 paulstalder:

Thank you, Paul! I'm looking forward to another year of mindbending challenges. :)

>51 souloftherose:

Hi, Heather - thank you! Yeah, I love the beginning of the year, when even *I* can get visitors! :D

Aw, thanks again. :)

BTW, were you still interested in tackling more Charlotte Smith at some point? I stress, at some point: no pressure at all, just getting mentally organised.

53cbl_tn
Jan 2, 2020, 8:56 pm

Happy New Year, Liz! I saw on another thread that you're reading Death Walks in Eastrepps this month. I have a copy around here somewhere, so maybe I'll join you.

54lyzard
Jan 2, 2020, 9:26 pm

Thank you, Carrie! That would be fabulous if you could manage it. :)

55SandyAMcPherson
Jan 2, 2020, 11:36 pm

>3 lyzard: Hi Liz I'm new to your thread but wanted to star it because I'm developing a reading interest in the stories around "earlier times".

I am only in my 2nd year of 75-er Talk and reading Challenge ~ and already I noted my last year's reading was enhanced by the discussions on the group talk threads.

Beside our both being keen on Georgette Heyer, I was intrigued by your comment My reading tends to older and often more obscure material. So the book discussions on this thread may lead me into being more enthusiastic about reading a wider variety of titles set in the 17th century or earlier, for example. How about the Bronze Age!

Yes, a long chatty post for an opening visit!

56souloftherose
Jan 3, 2020, 12:56 pm

>52 lyzard: Yes, still interested in Charlotte Smith and relaxed about when we fit it in.

BTW, I'm hoping to encourage a real-life friend who enjoys Anthony Trollope's novels to join us for our read of The Bertrams. I'm assuming this is ok in a 'the more the merrier' sense but wanted to let you know.

57ronincats
Jan 3, 2020, 4:02 pm



Happy New Year, Liz! Love the kitties!

58lyzard
Edited: Jan 3, 2020, 4:24 pm

>55 SandyAMcPherson:

Welcome, Sandy! It's great to hear from you, and thanks for visiting.

My various projects have me reading material written in the 17th - 19th centuries; usually contemporary works of those times, but some very early examples of the historical novel too. I've also been reading more modern historical fiction via my best-seller challenge, which has ranged from the Civil War (Gone With The Wind) back to the 18th Dynasty (Sinuhe The Egyptian). So not quite the Bronze Age yet!

Are you a member of the 'Historical Fiction' group? I'm not, but I know it's very active; you might find some good talk there too.

59lyzard
Jan 3, 2020, 4:10 pm

>56 souloftherose:

Lovely: we'll pencil that in and we can talk about it later.

Sure! I've also advertised it over in the 'Geeks who love the classics' group so we may have one or two newbies from there too.

>57 ronincats:

Thanks, Roni! Best to you and yours (human and hairy) too!

60lyzard
Jan 3, 2020, 6:46 pm

Book-blogging:

I have finished my first blog-post of the year!

Leandro: or, The Lucky Rescue, from 1690, was disappointing: it begins by dealing with the persecution of the Huguenots under Louis XVI, but then degenerates into a familiar (and rather silly) picaresque tale.

My post is here.

61lyzard
Edited: Jan 3, 2020, 6:48 pm

This lemur isn't surprised by me getting some blogging done on time, but looks entirely unconvinced that my resolutions will outlive the second week of January...


62rosalita
Jan 3, 2020, 7:47 pm

>61 lyzard: That lemur has been around the block a few times. You will not fool that lemur with your fancy words and your fast talking. That is a lemur who KNOWS THINGS.

63Berly
Jan 3, 2020, 7:55 pm

>61 lyzard: Prove him wrong!! ; )

64lyzard
Jan 3, 2020, 8:13 pm

>62 rosalita:

IT SEES INTO MY SOUL!!!!!!!!!!

>63 Berly:

Eh, I would; but my next blog work is early 19th century German philosophy and I'm frankly finding it impenetrable...

(In other words...I set myself up for a JANUARY FAIL.)

65Berly
Jan 3, 2020, 8:20 pm

It is only day 3 of January. Perhaps you should set a new goal for your blog? Or just go with the fail. LOL Good luck either way!

66lyzard
Edited: Jan 4, 2020, 5:05 pm

>65 Berly:

Unfortunately for me, my OCD is not in the habit of allowing me to just Let Stuff Go... :D

67lyzard
Jan 4, 2020, 4:01 pm

We had a brutally hot day here yesterday, which almost compelled me to do nothing but lie about reading (for a couple of hours of that, in a cool bath); so---

Finished Wilhelm Meister's Travels for TIOLI #5.

Well.

I was really hoping I wouldn't be trotting this out quite so much in 2020, let alone so early:





Now reading The Bertrams by Anthony Trollope.

Ahhhh...

68susanj67
Jan 4, 2020, 4:31 pm

Hi Liz! We're getting tons of news about the fires, and it does sound incredibly hot everywhere.

The Bertrams GR sounds good - I'll have to visit Project Gutenberg :-)

69lyzard
Jan 4, 2020, 5:05 pm

>68 susanj67:

Hi, Susan - thanks for visiting!

I shouldn't complain: where I am, the heat and smoky air is all I have to deal with. :(

You would be very welcome to join us! I should be putting up the thread next weekend.

70Majel-Susan
Jan 5, 2020, 7:04 pm

Hello, obviously you've already come around to my thread, so I thought I might come round to yours, and... wow, your reading list is huge.

I see that you are planning to read The Last of the Mohicans. I remember that I once had an option to read it for class in high school, but I opted to read something else. Since then though, I seem to have noticed that it is quite a famous classic... Perhaps when you start a group read with it, I just might come and join in too.

I've also read Lady Audley's Secret some years ago, and I would be interested in your thoughts on the book as well, since I personally really quite enjoyed it.

71lyzard
Jan 6, 2020, 3:51 pm

>70 Majel-Susan:

Hi, thanks for finding me!

Oh, that's not my reading list, just the tip of my various icebergs! The reading list is much scarier! :D

The Last Of The Mohicans won't be a group read (unless there's a sudden demand for it?): it's for one of my 'self-challenges', in this case, what is considered the first ever 'Best 100 Novels' list, compiled by the critic C. K. Shorter in 1898.

However, we could do it as a shared read if you were interested; that is, reading it within the same month and comparing notes. Were you thinking of joining in the TIOLI challenges at all? Shared reads are very much encouraged there and you get points for them. :)

We encourage lurkers as well as participants in our group reads, so feel free to stop by and see how it's going, and share your thoughts too, when we tackle Lady Audley's Secret.

72lyzard
Jan 6, 2020, 4:25 pm

Okay...

...let's do this:

73lyzard
Edited: Jan 6, 2020, 5:19 pm



Dracula's Guest - This is a collection of short stories by Bram Stoker, collated and published in 1914, after his death. The title story is not a story at all, but a previously unpublished excerpt from Dracula, excised from the novel for length. In this tone-setting passage, an English traveller stubbornly refuses to listen to his local guide, and sets off on foot through a lonely and unpopulated stretch of the countryside... In The Judge's House, a young student, determined to force himself to study for his final exams, rents an isolated country house that once belonged to man with a reputation as a hanging judge, and finds himself harassed by a large, persistent rat; and perhaps by something else... In The Squaw, a man who casually kills a kitten is tracked and harried by its mother... In The Secret Of The Growing Gold, after the tempestuous relationship between Geoffrey Brent and Margaret Delandre ends in violence and mystery, Brent marries and tries to live a peaceful life; but Margaret's quest for vengeance persists after her death... In The Gypsy Prophecy, a happy, loving marriage is overshadowed by a fortune-teller's insistence that the husband will kill his wife... In The Coming Of Abel Behenna, a love-triangle in a Cornish fishing village leads to madness and murder... In The Burial Of The Rats, an English traveller wanders into a community of deprived Parisian outcasts and must stage a desperate fight for survival... In A Dream Of Red Hands, a man is haunted by the memory of an act of violence in his past... In Crooken Sands, an English merchant encounters what seems to be his Doppelgänger... Like most such collections, Dracula's Guest is a bit of a mixed bag. Certain themes recur, particularly that of revenge for an injury, which in some cases persists beyond death; while, more amusingly, the Irish Stoker makes mileage out of his English characters' assumption of superiority and refusal to take advice. A couple of the stories lose steam through overwriting, others pull back from their horrors---and, not surprisingly, the best of the bunch are those that find a balance and play it straight. Dracula's Guest is tantalising and creepy, but Stoker was right to cut it from his novel as wandering from his point. The Squaw is powerful but its reliance on violence against animals is upsetting (all the more, since we're clearly not supposed to side with the cat); The Coming Of Abel Behenna uses the recurrent theme of revenge most effectively; while The Judge's House is with good reason among the most celebrated of Stoker's short works.

    Malcolmson felt that his work was over for the night, and determined then and there to vary the monotony of the proceedings by a hunt for the rat, and took off the green shade of the lamp so as to insure a wider spreading light. As he did so the gloom of the upper part of the room was relieved, and in the new flood of light, great by comparison with the previous darkness, the pictures on the wall stood out boldly. From where he stood, Malcolmson saw right opposite to him the third picture on the wall from the right of the fireplace. He rubbed his eyes in surprise, and then a great fear began to come upon him.
    In the centre of the picture was a great irregular patch of brown canvas, as fresh as when it was stretched on the frame. The background was as before, with chair and chimney-corner and rope, but the figure of the Judge had disappeared...

74Majel-Susan
Jan 6, 2020, 6:45 pm

>71 lyzard: Ooh! Thank you for pointing out the TIOLI challenge to me. I didn't know what it was, but now that I've looked it up, I think I get the idea. Yes, I think that I shall consider taking up a challenge or so.

And thanks for your invitations, though of course, unfortunately my free time varies too much for me to know when I would be able to keep up with a shared read in the months ahead. Ah, life.

But yes, I would be interested in reading everybody's thoughts on Lady Audley's Secret!

75lyzard
Jan 6, 2020, 7:06 pm



The Mystery Of The Folded Paper (UK title: The Folded Paper Mystery) - When reporter-turned author, Finlay Corveth, discovers that his friend, a watchmaker and jeweller who calls himself Nick Peters, has been badly beaten up and his store wrecked, he is determined to do something about it---but finds himself hindered by Nick himself, who refuses to talk and is desperate not to have the police involved. Fin, who has all sorts of odd contacts, calls upon local crime boss, Henny Friend, looking for information---but pretending that he is only interested in turning the incident into one of his stories. Henny produces the thug in question, Tony Casino, who tells Fin that he doesn't know the name of the man who hired him, only that he swore Nick had once stolen a valuable emerald from him. By assuming a disinterested attitude, Fin also learns what Tony hit Nick with - a brass bed-knob found at the scene - and what he did with it afterwards. He then sets out on a desperate quest---having discovered from Nick that the unfound emerald was concealed all along in the bed-knob... Like many first series works, The Mystery Of The Folded Paper is a strange book. This is, for one thing, a thriller rather than a mystery; it is also an example of a subgenre I don't particular care for, the "treasure hunt"; although it was interesting to read an American take on an almost exclusively British phenomenon. (That said, some of the novel's ideas about Europe and European politics are peculiar!) Also, despite the focus of the activities of Fin Corveth as he sets out to find the missing emerald, this is actually the first work in Hulbert Footner's series featuring Amos Lee Mappin, "a famous writer on crime", but also one of those dilettante amateur detectives who knows a bit about everything, and is wealthy enough to indulge his hobbies. And of course, no such narrative would be complete without a seemingly jovial but really sinister and dangerous adversary---and one turns up in due course in the form of a man calling himself "General Diamond", a soldier-of-fortune and master of disguise known in trouble-spots all over the world. Fin and Mappin succeed quite quickly in recovering the emerald, although not, to Fin's great grief, until Nick Peters has been killed for his stubborn loyalty to his cause; and it is this cause that occupies most of the narrative of The Mystery Of The Folded Paper. Though reluctant to speak plainly, Nick does confide to Fin that the emerald is only one aspect of the secret he has kept for some sixteen years, and that there is a great deal more at stake than merely possession of a valuable jewel. He also tells him about a girl called - or using the name - Mariula Peters; begging Fin to guard her should anything happen to him. Fin does succeed in recovering the bed-knob, but when he returns to Nick, hoping to hear the whole story, he finds him dead. Uncertain what he should do, Fin turns to his friend Mappin for advice and help. The latter cuts open the brass knob, finding inside not only the emerald but a piece of folded paper that is - or appears to be - blank. Eventually the two learn that behind all these events is the struggle for power in a small European country, to which end certain parties will stop at nothing to get the emerald, the paper and Mariula herself into their hands. Fin is certain that General Diamond is behind it all---and reacts with bewilderment and dismay when Mappin decides, evidently in the spirit of keeping his enemies close, to enter into partnership with him...

    "Man's subconscious," Mr Mappin went on, smiling, "is his own best oracle. Ask of your subconscious and it shall be given to you. Every man has a subconscious, but few know how to use it. Most of us rely on reason, a very imperfect faculty. Your reason tells you what you want it to tell you, but your subconscious is never deceived."
    "I don't quite get you," said Fin.
    "Well, to put it in the vernacular," said Mr Mappin, with a wider smile, "I'm waiting for a hunch."
    "Oh!" said Fin.
    "At the same time," Mr Mappin went on, "you must not neglect to feed your subconscious with every bit of information available... This paper was presumably prepared by Mariula's parents, who died when she was an infant. Tragic deaths are indicated. It is hardly questionable but that their deaths were brought about by the same evil influence that is now trying to recover the paper. That would make it about sixteen years old. I try to project myself back into that time. The beginning of the Great War, when man's inventive faculty was enormously stimulated by the desire to wipe out his fellow-men..."

76lyzard
Jan 6, 2020, 7:09 pm

>74 Majel-Susan:

They are a lot of fun and that rare reading challenge that doesn't involve you putting pressure on yourself. I'll hope to see you there. :)

And of course you're also very welcome to join the other projects but don't worry if you can't find the time.

77swynn
Edited: Jan 6, 2020, 7:24 pm

>77 swynn: clearly not supposed to side with the cat

I do anyway. The bastard had it coming. I wouldn't have minded if she had taken out that smug narrator as well.

78rosalita
Jan 6, 2020, 10:01 pm

>75 lyzard: Why, Liz, why ever are you not railing against the silly re-titling of this book in the UK? Or is it only a shooting offense when the Americans do it? :-P

79lyzard
Edited: Jan 7, 2020, 2:26 pm

>77 swynn:

Yesssss... Please explain to me how the cat is the bad guy in that story??

Even then--- I could cop it until that last sentence; and then, I'm afraid, it's, "Oh, @#$% you, Bram!"

80lyzard
Jan 6, 2020, 10:17 pm

>78 rosalita:

Dammit, I actually meant to! - then I got interrupted and forgot to come back to it.

(I think this one's just for length, but still...)

81rosalita
Jan 7, 2020, 10:00 am

See now, I got to distracted by your omission that I forgot what I came here for originally — I just read One Two, Buckle My Shoe in my chrono Poirot read, and thought it was one of the better books in the series. It had the usual twisty nature, and surprise (to me) solution, but I thought there was maybe a bit more humor and Poirot seemed somewhat less insufferably stuffy than he has in other books. I see it's not particularly well-reviewed here on LT, which makes me think I must be missing something. Do you have thoughts?

82lyzard
Edited: Jan 7, 2020, 6:26 pm

>81 rosalita:

I think it's just not one of the flashier / more adapted ones (though of course there has been a TV version...which, as always, tampers too much with the text). People seem to react to it in the same way the characters do: "But it's just a dentist!" But of course that's the moral crux of it: to Poirot, there's no "just" about it.

As for your remarks about Poirot, I think our view of him varies according to how much time we spend in his head, and how often we're seeing him from someone else's point of view. This is a very "internal" narrative, hence more humour, less stuffiness.

One of the things I like best about OTBMS is the ending---not the solution, but the last conversation about the rights and wrongs of it, which is not something you often find in this kind of writing. You could argue that Poirot is being morally "stuffy" there. :)

BTW, though---weren't you up for Sad Cypress? Or have you read that already?

It would be easier to keep up with these things if YOU HAD A THREAD!! :D

83lyzard
Edited: Jan 7, 2020, 3:16 pm

Oh! - and while I remember to say this---

One of the things I have always found a strength in Agatha's writing is that she was never afraid to have her "nice" people guilty. This, as we've said, is where Patricia is problematic: there are always at least two and often more characters at the outset of her stories who you know already are not guilty, which dictates your attitude to the others. Agatha is a lot more ruthless / realistic: often her characters' niceness is the very point; they have so much to lose.

And One, Two, Buckle My Shoe gives us a fascinating twist to that, the argument that the public good justifies a private murder.

Stuff like this is why I get exasperated when people write Agatha off as just a constructor of puzzles.

Mind you---if you read as many lower-tier mysteries as I do, you can come away with a greater appreciation of Patricia, too: there's a subset of weaker mysteries that tend to involve a group of "nice" people and one outsider, and you know instantaneously who the guilty party is, it's only a matter of how and why! :D

84rosalita
Edited: Jan 7, 2020, 3:26 pm

>82 lyzard: >You've put your finger exactly on it (well, both 'it's) in that it was exactly that final conversation Poirot has that really wowed me: He so neatly counters the "just a dentist"/"for the public good" argument that I nearly stood up and cheered. And also agree about the interior vs exterior views of Poirot swaying how readers react to him. I'm not sure I've ever felt so sympathetic toward him as I did when he was ruminating on having to visit the dentist. :-)

Also a plus: No Hastings, whom I find insurfferable in a way that Watson never is (for me).

EEEK!!!! You are so right — I completely skipped Sad Cypress!! I was thrown off because in the series list there was a checkmark next to it, but it's the green checkmark that means I own it, not the checkmark that means I've read it. Dagnabit!

>83 lyzard: You know I enjoy our time with Miss Silver, but you are so right that reading PW has made me appreciate AC all the more. People don't give Dame Agatha enough credit for her deft characterizations, I don't think. People are never just one thing or another. All those lovely shades of gray!

85rosalita
Jan 7, 2020, 3:26 pm

Also, let us not speak of those weaker mysteries, lest we find ourselves leading the life of a potato ...

86lyzard
Edited: Jan 7, 2020, 3:46 pm

>84 rosalita:

The moment that always gets me is, "Of course we could be wrong." They're not; but that they stop and consider it is fascinating.

I don't think you've read Mrs McGinty's Dead yet, have you? That is another to ruminate upon murder that "matters".

Poor old Arthur has quite an impact, considering the relatively small percentage of the total he actually, ahem, graces with his presence! :D

Never, never, NEVER trust the lists; even your lists! Always check before you start! (said the voice of bitter experience). I don't think there are spoilers involved, though, so you're probably okay.

87lyzard
Edited: Jan 7, 2020, 6:37 pm

>85 rosalita:

:D

Though to be fair to James Corbett, he certainly does not give us a house full of nice people!

88lyzard
Edited: Jan 7, 2020, 4:26 pm



Elsie's Kith And Kin - Let no-one accuse Martha Finley of not being willing to write her subject matter into the ground in order to make a point! - this 1886 work is, I think, the fourth straight entry in this series to focus its plot upon young Lulu Raymond's inability to control her temper and her refusal to bow to any authority but her father's. The upside of this is that we've seen rather less of Elsie over this stretch (though her steady sympathy with Lulu through her struggles makes her more easily likeable than is sometimes the case when we do), and very little of the obnoxious Horace Dinsmore: Lulu's hostile dislike of her step-grandfather puts the reader firmly on her side, whatever Finley's intentions. Anyhoo--- Finley finally manages to bring this dragged-out plot to a climax here when, after yet another series of rolling crises, Lulu accidentally injures her baby half-sister in one of her fits of temper. Finley backs away from actually killing off the little girl (making her less ruthless than quite a number of evangelical writers I could name); and of course it all ends in remorse, repentance, submission and an acceptance of Christ---and, no doubt, in Lulu being a far less interesting character going forward. To be fair, there are a few interesting shades to this, such as Lulu's initial but now long-forgotten jealousy when the baby was first born coming back to bite her. The main supporting subplot, such as it is, involves a nasty acquaintance causing trouble between Edward and Zoe Travilla---where of course, though both of them are in the wrong (and Edward the most so, to modern eyes), it is Zoe who gets cosmically punished when Edward is nearly killed in a train wreck, on the back of her angry and defiant parting words to him. Meanwhile - because, of course, good Christians are always rewarded with obscene amounts of worldly goods, amiright? - Captain Raymond inherits a fortune, retires from the navy, and buys a mansion near to his in-laws' estates...because good Christians can't be happy in anything less than a whacking great house, amiright?

    In passing through the hall on his way from Lulu's room to the nursery, Captain Raymond met "grandma Elsie." She stopped him, and asked, in a tone of kindly concern, if Lulu was ill, adding, that something she had accidentally overheard him saying to the doctor had made her fear the child was not well.
    "Thank you, mother," he said: "you are very kind to take any interest in Lulu after what has occurred. No, she is not quite well: the mental distress of the last two days has been very great, and has exhausted her physically. It could not, of course, be otherwise, unless she were quite heartless. She is full of remorse for her passion and its consequences, and my only consolation is the hope that this terrible lesson may prove a lasting one to her."
    "I hope so, indeed," Elsie said, with emotion. "Yes, she must have suffered greatly; for she is a warm-hearted, affectionate child, and would not, I am sure, have intentionally done her baby sister an injury."
    "No, it was not intentional; yet, as the result of allowing herself to get into a passion, she is responsible for it, as she feels and acknowledges. And so deeply ashamed is she, that she knows not how to face the family, or any one of them, and therefore entreats me to allow her to seclude herself in her own room till I can take her to the home I hope to make for my wife and children ere long."
    "Poor child!" sighed Elsie. "Tell her, Levis, that she need not shrink from us as if we were not sinners, as well as herself."


89lyzard
Jan 7, 2020, 10:29 pm



Angels & Insects - A. S. Byatt's 1999 work is not a novel, but two novellas, each set in the second half of the 19th century, and dealing with two very different objects of Victorian obsession: first, the need to name, catalogue and generally organise life itself - and to fit Homo sapiens into an overall pattern; the shadow of Darwin is long here - and second, what might seem exactly the converse impulse, the era's upsurge in spiritualism; although both of these might be considered forms of exploration. Insects come first: in Morpho Eugenia, upon his return from years in the Amazon, and after surviving a shipwreck which costs him nearly all of his collected specimens (which he did not think to insure), naturalist William Adamson is taken into the home of one of his patrons, the Reverend Sir Harald Alabaster. He finds himself attracted to one of the Alabaster daughters, Eugenia, whose distant manner, he learns, is due to the death of her fiancé. Somewhat to his own surprise, William's courtship of Eugenia is successful; and although various aspects of life as part of the Alabaster household are distasteful to him, and although his marriage is not at all points successful, William is reconciled to his lot partly by his realisation of the richness of insect life around the estate, and the opportunity for in-depth study. Indeed, William is so focused upon these tiny lives, he fails to see what is really under his nose... The second novella, The Conjugial Angel, is set in the seaside town of Margate, where the pragmatic Lilias Papagay acts as a manager of sorts for her friend, Sophy Sheekhy, who has mediumistic powers. Despite their lower social status, Sophy's abilities see the two invited to join a group of "believers", each of whom is seeking something different from their séances; while Lilias, with her sailor-husband missing, presumed dead, the meetings are a time of fear that she will get a message... Neither half of Angels & Insects is an easy read, both offering their different challenges. Morpho Eugenia spends much of its time down on the ground with William, peering closely at insects in a way that some may find either boring or creepy (disclosure: I love bugs, so enjoyed this very much!); while The Conjugial Angel mixes its fictional characters with real historical figures, and weaves fiction around the latter in a manner that is occasionally uncomfortable. Both novellas treat their characters with an air of ironic detachment that some may find off-putting; though there are measures of amused sympathy offered too, particularly to Lilias Papagay, in her memories of her strange but passionate marriage, and to an extent to William Adamson, who is unequipped to deal with what lies behind the façade of Victorian England; though that said, William's obliviousness to the qualities of mind and character that define Matty Compton, who becomes his more-than-partner in his entomological studies, grows ever more exasperating. Byatt links the two seemingly disparate halves of her work chiefly through her use of imagery and allusion, in addition to one concrete detail; and while the references to winged things both corporeal and incorporeal give a sense of unity, the use of insect imagery which is woven through Morpho Eugenia is more cohesive and purposeful (and ultimately, quite nasty).

    The end of the summer made him think sourly of the fate of the drones, not only in terms of himself and the ants, but in terms of the other male members of the household... Robin Swinnerton and Rowena were back in the neighbourhood, still childless. Robin invited William to ride with him, and said that he envied him his luck: "A man feels a fool, you know, if an heir doesn't put in an appearance in due course - and unlike Edgar, I don't have little love-children all over the county to show I can father them if I choose...
    "Wild oats," said Robin Swinnerton, "according to Edgar, are stronger and more savoury than the cultivated kind. I always meant to save myself, to commit myself - to one."
    "You have not been married long," William said uncomfortably. "You should not lose hope, I am sure."
    "I do not," said Robin. "But Rowena is downcast, and looks somewhat enviously at Eugenia's bliss. Your little ones are very true to type - veritable Alabasters."
    "It is though environment was everything and inheritance nothing, I sometimes think. They suck in Alabaster substance and grow into perfect little Alabasters - I only rarely catch glimpses of myself in their expression - "
    He thought of the Wood Ants enslaved by the sanguinea, who believed they were sanguinea, and shook himself. Men are not ants, said William Adamson to himself, and besides, the analogy will not do, an enslaved Wood Ant looks like a Wood Ant, tho' to a sanguinea it may smell Blood-red. I am convinced their modes of recognition are almost entirely olfactory. Though it is possible they navigate by the sun, and that is to do with the eyes...
    "You are dreaming," said Robin.


90PaulCranswick
Jan 7, 2020, 10:54 pm

>89 lyzard: Qualifies for the British Author Challenge, Liz. Just sayin.

I will start Death Walks in Eastrepps tonight.

91lyzard
Jan 8, 2020, 3:44 pm

>90 PaulCranswick:

Unfortunately read last year, but thank you for the thought!

You didn't really think I was up to my January reviews, did you?? :D

I have one-and-a-half chunksters still to get through first, but I promise I'll be getting to it eventually. Hope you enjoy it!

92lyzard
Jan 8, 2020, 5:08 pm



B. F.'s Daughter - John P. Marquand's 1946 novel is (as he declares in his preface) an examination not so much of the social, but the moral upheaval of wartime---though one set amongst a specific and rather narrow group of people. Most of it is told in retrospect, from the point of view of Polly Fulton Brett as she deals with two great crises in her life: the apparent failure of her marriage, and the death of her father, self-made industrialist Burton Fulton - "B. F." The narrative traces B. F.'s rise from poverty and obscurity to great success and wealth; nouveau wealth; but its main thrust is the long-term effect upon Polly of her father's idiosyncratic nature and her own position as a fringe-dweller in the upper-crust society to which he has raised her---and Polly's eventual realisation that, rebel against it as she might, she is very much her father's daughter---ruthless and managing; but what meant success for B. F. means disaster for his daughter. In the here-and-now, Polly must deal with her growing suspicion that it is not only his war-work that keeps her husband, Tom Brett, away from her in Washington. This in turn leads her to ponder her early relationship with the blue-blooded Bob Tasmin, and whether she married the wrong man... There is a serious and cogent argument at the heart of B. F.'s Daughter, in its broad observations about the moral impact of war even "back home": how "nothing that used to matter seems to matter any more"; the fear that the old standards were gone, without anything solid to replace them. While this is clearly why Marquand sets his novel amongst the wealthy and privileged - the people he thinks ought to be setting those standards - it makes it hard to take their personal problems too seriously. Oddly, Marquand himself is aware of this: an observation is made several times that, whatever her difficulties, "no-one feels sorry for a girl if she's on a yacht". Another, and ultimately more serious issue is that Marquand doesn't seem to like his own protagonist very much; we get the feeling that he's rather sorry for both men involved with her. Furthermore, while Polly's rebellion against her relationship with Bob Tasmin as just a little too perfect, a little too obvious, a little too expected, is psychologically acute, Marquand never succeeds in making her marriage to the brash, self-absorbed Tom Brett credible. But at least we see their marriage. Bob Tasmin is Marquand's idealised sketch of aristocratic America, his model for what the upper classes ought to be: honourable, dutiful, self-sacrificing, courageous; and evidently we are intended to take the novel's ruminations upon his perfections straight, unleavened by irony, despite the occasional dip from the sublime to the prosaic. It is presumably for this reason that we are never shown Bob's own rebound marriage at all until towards end of the book---we might find something in it to criticise, and criticism of Bob Tasmin just isn't permitted. In this, if in very little else in B. F.'s Daughter, we are in sympathy with Polly and her rejection of a man who, so this novel insists, never does the wrong thing.

    You never particularly envied security in others until your own was gone. In fact, if you possessed it yourself, you gave it a different name when you observed it in other people. You called it complacency or dullness or unawareness. Mildred Tasmin's conviction that everything was right in her world seemed to Polly now a priceless possession. It was all very well to tell herself that everything was falling to dust around Mildred, poor thing, without her knowing it, but when the news reached Mildred Tasmin, as Polly was certain it would, that Lieutenant Colonel Tasmin's plane was overdue and might be presumed lost, Mildred would still be secure with his memory. It was exasperating to Polly that Mildred should not have shown that she valued what she had. If she were Mildred, she would have stayed right there in Scott Circle, instead of going to Connecticut. She would have been making a nuisance of herself getting in touch with officers who might have news of Bob Tasmin. She would not be sitting waiting, saying that no news was good news.
    She wished Mildred had not called, because Bob Tasmin was back in her thoughts again. Wherever he might be now, if he were alive, he would fit---never saying too little or too much, always looking as though he were meant to be there---and if he was afraid he would not show it. Even if he were dead, his memory would be as clear as Burton Fulton's, without any smudges or shadows. If there were any women, Bob Tasmin would not be mixed up with them. Bob Tasmin would not need sedatives for insomnia, and if he threw cigarettes at the fireplace, they would land there. His trousers would be neatly folded on a chair, and he would not leave his pajamas in a heap on the floor.
    Polly slammed the bedroom door shut so that she would not see Tom's evening clothes or his pajamas...


93casvelyn
Jan 9, 2020, 7:55 am

>88 lyzard: So business as usual for the Dinsmore family LOL!

because good Christians can't be happy in anything less than a whacking great house, amiright?

I wish someone would give my realtor that memo. I may or may not be a particularly good Christian some days, but I really would like a whacking great house! (Total sarcasm, by the way... I've never been much of one for the prosperity gospel.)

94Sakerfalcon
Jan 9, 2020, 9:53 am

A belated Happy New Year to you! Your cats are very handsome!

Marjorie Morningstar is on my TBR pile and I'd love to join the group read when it gets going.

95rosalita
Jan 9, 2020, 10:13 am

>92 lyzard: If ever a book was calling out for a title change, surely this is it. The Daughter of B.F., anyone?

Also, wanted to report that I have dug up my copy of Sad Cypress and am correcting my dreadful out-of-order reading snafu. No Poirot during the initial setup scenes, but now that the first dead body has hit the stage I expect things to pick up nicely.

96lyzard
Jan 9, 2020, 3:50 pm

>93 casvelyn:

I am not even halfway through that series yet. :(

You should do what the Dinsmore clan did, and clean up in the property market after a Civil War, when everyone else is broke and desperate.

Good Christians, you know...

>94 Sakerfalcon:

Hi, Claire, thanks for visiting! My boys thank you too. :)

Marjorie Morningstar isn't for a group read, it is for the 'Best-Seller Challenge' which I am doing with Steve (swynn): it was America's best-selling book for 1955. But I will be reading it this month (and it will be one of my TIOLI reads) if you would care to join in? :)

>95 rosalita:

:D

There you go! - proving that British publishers just weren't in the race with the American ones!

I should think so! After such a disgraceful blunder I was considering banning you from my thread! - you know, except for the whole desperate-for-visitors thing...

I hope you enjoy it: it's one of the lesser known ones I really like.

97rosalita
Jan 9, 2020, 5:54 pm

>96 lyzard: I do feel as though the universe is settling back into its normal rhythm again. It was unsettling to realize I had accidentally broken the Cardinal Rule of series reading. (Don't tell Susan, please.)

You certainly needn't feel desperate for visitors — you've got Harry and Heather and Steve and others who can actually comment on the books you read. I'm just here to provide a little comic relief now and then. And to yell SLOTH!!!!!!!!! at appropriate intervals.

98lyzard
Edited: Jan 9, 2020, 6:23 pm



The Lake Of Killarney - Though not as significant a writer as her sister, Jane, who effectively invented the modern historical novel, Anna Maria Porter also found a measure of success as a novelist. This, her first novel, from 1804, is something of a transition-work: melodramatic and heavily sentimental, as was much of the fiction of the late 18th century, yet also a "domestic-Gothic", with a plot revolving around sinister schemes and false identities but with its action set in (more or less) contemporary society. Its protagonists are Felix Charlemont, the second son of the Earl of Roscommon, from whom he is estranged on account of his father's second marriage to a woman of notorious reputation; and Rose de Blaquiere, who passes for the niece of the cultured Irishman, Mr O'Niel, and his sister, but was really taken in by them some twenty years before as an abandoned baby. The two fall in love, only to be separated by secrets, misunderstandings and evil plots... The Lake Of Killarney is only a minor work, but certainly not without interest. For one thing, it is that rare three-volume novel of this era that gets better and more interesting as it goes along, rather than blowing all its best material at the outset and then struggling to fill its pages, as many others do. The first volume, which is too much sentiment and not enough plot, is actually a bit of a struggle: we spend far too much of it being told (by narrator and characters alike) about the "genius" and "brilliance" and "rare qualities" of Charlemont, when all the time he's behaving like a whiny, self-absorbed emo-boy, having convinced himself (and being determined not to do anything to unconvince himself) that Rose loves someone else. The novel is a lot easier to swallow once we get past that exasperating phase; and likewise, Charlemont himself improves as a character, even if he never quite gets over his tendency to react first and think later. Rose's own plot, meanwhile, of course involves unravelling the dark mystery of her birth and establishing her true identity. However, while all this is entertaining (assuming you have a tolerance for high-flown emotion and absurd plot-twists), the real triumph of The Lake Of Killarney lies amongst its supporting cast, where we find some genuinely good writing---in particular, with respect to Captain Harry Fitzpatrick, a most unusual creation in this sort of novel specifically because he is not "brilliant" or "a genius". On the contrary: Fitzpatrick is anything but the sharpest knife in the drawer; but his warm-heartedness, generosity and devotion to his (much smarter) wife make him the novel's most engaging character; while Flora, who marries him on the rebound, quickly learns to appreciate his real qualities. Porter's subsequent portrait of a young couple happily married and very much in love is something extremely rare in this form of literature, and gives the novel some unexpected emotional depth.

    Rose, having unthinkingly taken off her mask, whilst she drank a glass of lemonade, found herself immediately followed, by a person in the dress of a conjuror. This mask, pulling her by the sleeve, whispered, "I am a magician, child! and if you wish to hear of any lover abroad, I can tell you all that you desire."
    Rose was at first startled by this salutation; but speedily recollecting herself, answered, with great unconcern, "I have no lover abroad, and I have no questions to ask."
    "You cannot deceive me," replied the mask, in an agitated voice, "there is a man in Holland whom you were once going to marry."
    Rose, overwhelmed with the dreadful remembrances which this sentence occasioned, tried to disengage herself from the hold of the conjuror, and to mingle in the ground; the mask held her arm. "Tell me," said the person, in a voice still more agitated, "do you not love this man?---Do you not, at some future period, intend to become his wife?"
    Rose, for a moment, found a wild fancy possess her brain. She almost believed that Charlemont had returned from abroad, and was at that instant addressing her. "No," said she, rapidly, while her voice was broken by emotion, "I cannot be indifferent to his future conduct through life, but I will never see him more."
    The mask prest her hand. "Be firm in this; remember that you ought to be firm. You have no right, Rose, to dispose of yourself; you have a mother."
    Phrensied with this sentence, Rose convulsively grasped the hand which was hastily relinquishing her's---"O Heaven! do you know my mother! Tell me, I beseech you, who she is! where she is!--- Have I ever seen her?"
    The sobs, bursting from her overcharged heart, seemed to affect the person she addressed. The voice softened, from its assumed harshness, to that of a woman's---"You affect me, Rose! go. I know little of your parents, but I warn you not to marry, till you learn who they are..."


99swynn
Jan 9, 2020, 6:18 pm

With respect to the bestseller challenge: progress is being made on The Cardinal and you're right. It *is* very Catholic. Also very long. On the other hand, I've read worse books that sold even better ...

100lyzard
Edited: Jan 9, 2020, 6:35 pm

>97 rosalita:

You find me less scary than Susan in that respect? I'm hurt. :D

On the contrary, you're my mainstay at the moment; and as your reward, I am (at least) working towards a new sloth...

>99 swynn:

Well, speak of angels!

Oh, dear boy, we both have. Really, though, the number books in this challenge that could have used an editor with a firm hand are starting to become for me the literary equivalent of Sisyphus' boulder.

101lyzard
Edited: Jan 9, 2020, 7:34 pm



To Let - John Galsworthy's 'Forsyte Saga' picks up in the wake of WWI, with its estranged characters living their very separate lives; although - being all in and around London, and belonging to essentially the same social group - with their paths occasionally crossing. One of these encounters occurs at first at an art gallery, and afterwards within a pastry-cook's; and while the older people try unavailingly to avoid one another, Jon Forsyte and his previously unknown second cousin, Fleur, first lay eyes on one another. Fleur, who is accustomed to having her own way in everything, is spurred to pursue her attraction to the handsome young man by her awareness that there is something forbidden about him. Out of the sight of their elders, the two young people fall in love---and when the relationship is revealed, it brings with it the exposure of old secrets and a new tragedy... Given that the whole point of the original novel, The Forsyte Saga, was Galsworthy's scathing exposure of late-Victorian society, I have always felt a touch of the unnecessary about the later works in his chronicles, all set in contemporary times. It is probably not coincidental, then, that the finest passages in To Let have nothing to do with the main plot, but deal with Timothy, the last surviving Forsyte of the original family, and the cavernous, old-fashioned house in which he is living out his days. Similarly, there is unexpected emotional depth in Soames' belated appreciation of Young Jolyon's work as an artist, which over the years he always held cheap. As for that main plot, of course it places the reader in the same position as the respective parents - Young Jolyon and Irene, and Soames (Annette has little to do with her daughter) - as the thread holding the Sword of Damocles that is their mutual secrets begins to snap. There is some power in the shared situation of Soames and Irene, each of them devoted to their child and dreading the consequences of an exposure of the past. That said, Galsworthy has always, in my opinion, been rather too forgiving of Soames; and is likewise over-sympathetic to him here; though the characterisation remains his most psychologically acute. Meanwhile, somewhat frustratingly as always, we continue to see Irene, not directly, but chiefly through the eyes of the men who love and hate her. These two central portraits are supported by a thoughtful and detailed analysis of Young Jolyon, as he struggles with the secret of his failing health. Set against these three complex adults, the novel's younger characters are insufficiently interesting in their own right, being so rather because of the unknowing way they are blundering towards tragedy. Fleur, who beneath her surface femininity has all of her father's ruthlessness, makes the running in the forbidden relationship; while Jon's capacity for passionate worship means that his first love is no mere youthful fling, easily set aside. It is Young Joylon who finally takes the decisive step, revealing to Jon the long-hidden truths of the past...

    Bitterly wounded, Soames gazed at her passionate figure writhing there in front of him.
    "You didn't try---you didn't---I was a fool---I won't believe he could---he ever could! Only yesterday he---! Oh! why did I ask you?"
    "Yes," said Soames quietly, "why did you? I swallowed my feelings; I did my best for you, against my judgement---and this is my reward. Good-night!"
    With every nerve in his body twitching he went towards the door.
    Fleur darted after him. "He gives me up? You mean that? Father!"
    Soames turned and forced himself to answer: "Yes."
    "Oh!" cried Fleur. "What did you---what could you have done in those old days?"
    The breathless sense of really monstrous injustice cut the power of speech in Soames' throat. What had HE done! What had they done to him! And with quite unconscious dignity he put his hand on his breast, and looked at her.
    "It's a shame!" cried Fleur passionately.
    Soames went out. He mounted, slow and icy, to his picture-gallery, and paced among his treasures. Outrageous! Oh! Outrageous! She was spoiled! Ah! and who had spoiled her? He stood still before the Goya copy. Accustomed to her own way in everything---Flower of his life! And now that she couldn't have it--- He turned to the window for some air. Daylight was dying, the moon rising, gold behind the poplars! What sound was that? Why! That piano thing! A dark tune, with a thrum and a throb! She had set it going---what comfort could she get from that? His eyes caught movement down there beyond the lawn, under the trellis of rambler roses and young acacia-trees, where the moonlight fell. There she was, roaming up and down. His heart gave a little sickening jump. What would she do under this blow? How could he tell? What did he know of her---he had only loved her all his life...

102Dejah_Thoris
Jan 9, 2020, 11:26 pm

>96 lyzard: My mother always speaks fondly of Marjorie Morningstar and I've always intended to read it, but I'm not sure I can talk myself into it, lol.

103lyzard
Jan 9, 2020, 11:28 pm

>102 Dejah_Thoris:

I'll probably be tackling it when I finish The Bertrams, and certainly TIOLI-ing it; but - as I always say at these moments - don't feel obliged. :)

104Dejah_Thoris
Jan 9, 2020, 11:33 pm

>103 lyzard: Oh, I don't feel obliged , but you keep reading things I think I ought to get to sometime - and I'm lazy!

105Helenliz
Jan 10, 2020, 3:42 am

>101 lyzard: Nicely sumarised. I lurk here and occasionally think "well at least I'm not reading that!".
Thats and I like the sloths and other wildlife that pops up now and then.

106SandyAMcPherson
Jan 10, 2020, 10:04 am

>67 lyzard: Great image! I snagged it to express my current difficulties with a book I'm probably going to send to my DNF graveyard.

107SandyAMcPherson
Jan 10, 2020, 10:15 am

Hi Liz, question about Silver Chalice ~ looking back on >16 lyzard: and later #28, I am unsure if you thought the novel was well-written and, say, a 4-star read. It looks intriguing.

I did follow your link to the review and I am not criticizing this write-up, just expressing my inability to decide "but was it a good read?"

I'm liking the idea of having some "mid-century" mystery novels in my reading objectives this year. It's great to have your thread to refer back and find titles.

108lyzard
Edited: Jan 10, 2020, 5:06 pm

>104 Dejah_Thoris:

I struggle with the concept of my books being anyone else's books! :D

>105 Helenliz:

Thanks, Helen. Note to self: more wildlife shots! :)

(Ooh! - come to think of it, we should have a marmoset this month at least; with a faint possibility of a second lemur...)

>106 SandyAMcPherson:

A very sensible use of it! Of course I never not finish anything, sigh...

>107 SandyAMcPherson:

Let me put it this way: when I finished reading The Silver Chalice, I commented:

...which escapes my crushed-by-a-book logo purely by virtue of being a bit shorter, and a bit easier to read, than the rest of its Overlong Religious-Themed Best-Seller ilk.

By 'shorter' I mean it was only 527 pages long. :)

It is hard for me to be objective about it as an individual book because I've recently had a surfeit of this sort of work---which not only suffer from their "sameness" but from being, in my opinion, all much longer than they had any need to be. It isn't so much a case of well-written or poorly written, as just over-written.

So personally I can't say I found it "a good read", but certainly others with more of a taste for this sort of fiction - or who simply haven't spent months drowning in this sort of material - could well do so.

>107 SandyAMcPherson:

Delighted to think my lists are of use to someone else. :)

109rosalita
Jan 10, 2020, 5:52 pm

I've remembered a bit of what I wanted to say about Through the Wall — I thought the after-the-capture wrapup section was a bit too long and explainary. I tend to think if you have to explain that much at the end you probably didn't do a great job along the way, but I know scattering clues and red herrings isn't really Wentworth's forte.

Also, just the absurdity of four of the main suspects being so obviously not suspects because they were our Romantic Pairings got to me. And finally, I probably was going to say something about the coincidence of Maudie having met with the victim in London, not gotten hired by her, then just happening to be on holiday in the same beach town when the crime happens and thus Janey-on-the-Spot for a little detecting — even by Wentworth's standards that deserved and got a massive eyeroll!

110lyzard
Edited: Jan 10, 2020, 6:17 pm



Bulldog Drummond - Bored with peacetime, and in need of a way of earning an income, Captain Hugh Drummond places a newspaper advertisement offering his services to anyone who can, in turn, offer him both adventure and profit. Amongst a flood of replies, most of them distinctly not what Drummond is looking for, one letter stands out: a terse missive written by a woman in need of help, and even more in need of someone she can trust. Following directions, Drummond meets Phyllis Benton as if casually, for tea, and finds himself listening to an incredible story of criminal conspiracy and murder. Not entirely convinced that he isn't the victim of an elaborate joke, Drummond decides to play along---only to discover that Phyllis' tale is merely the tip of an iceberg, and that a plot is in motion that threatens the very security of England... The post-war era saw the English literary market flooded by what we might call "two-fisted thrillers", of which the Bulldog Drummond stories of Herman Cyril "Sapper" McNeile remain perhaps the best-known---chiefly because they were turned into a series of films that, frankly, don't have much to do with their source, beyond their depiction of the title character. Of upper-class background, cool, unflappable, at his best in a crisis and usually with a quip on his lips, Drummond is the exemplar-hero of this sort of fictional tale. As for the tale itself, it was a cliché even when McNeile wrote it in 1920: of course there's a beautiful girl, "the loveliest thing he had ever seen"; of course there's a conspiracy of sinister foreigners; of course "England itself" is at stake; and of course Drummond and his band of equally two-fisted followers are too much for this complex international conspiracy. The one point of originality here is that while (of course) the object of the conspiracy is to bring about a violent revolution that will leave England in tatters, so that the conspirators can move in and take over, it's all being done from a rather prosaic, business point-of-view, with those who profited from the war looking for another source of income. The narrative is - ahem, of course - full of thrust and counter-thrust, narrow escapes from death-traps and lots of nasty murders; but did those conspirators really think they had a chance against half-a-dozen Englishmen who all went to the right schools? But while it's impossible not to mock this sort of jingoistic fiction, there's a dark underbelly to Bulldog Drummond which isn't funny at all. The novel offers up a "hero" whose response to four years in the trenches of WWI is, "That was fun, let's do it again!", and who, over the course of the narrative, reveals not just a talent, but a taste, for hands-on killing. To put it bluntly, the man is a sociopath; our increasing discomfort with him topped off by the fact that Drummond was, evidently, based upon a real person: the author Gerard Fairlie who, in a creepy meta-touch, took over the writing of the Bulldog Drummond stories after McNeile's early death.

    Drummond stood leaning against the banisters regaining his self-control. There was no further sound from the cobra; seemingly it only got annoyed when its own particular domain was approached. In fact, Hugh had just determined to reconnoitre the curtained doorway again to see if it was possible to circumvent the snake, when a low chuckle came distinctly to his ears from the landing above.
    He flushed angrily in the darkness. There was no doubt whatever as to the human origin of that laugh, and Hugh suddenly realised that he was making the most profound fool of himself. And such a realisation, though possibly salutary to all of us at times, is most unpleasant.
    For Hugh Drummond, who, with all his lack of conceit, had a very good idea of Hugh Drummond's capabilities, to be at an absolute disadvantage---to be laughed at by some dirty swine whom he could strangle in half a minute---was impossible! His fists clenched, and he swore softly under his breath. Then as silently as he had come down, he commenced to climb the stairs again. He had a hazy idea that he would like to hit something---hard.
    There were nine stairs in the first half of the flight, and it was as he stood on the fifth that he again heard the low chuckle. At the same instant something whizzed past his head so low that it almost touched his hair, and there was a clang on the wall beside him. He ducked instinctively, and regardless of noise raced up the remaining stairs, on all-fours. His jaw was set like a vice, his eyes were blazing; in fact, Hugh Drummond was seeing red.
    He paused when he reached the top, crouching in the darkness. Close to him he could feel someone else, and holding his breath, he listened. Then he heard the man move---only the very faintest sound---but it was enough. Without a second's thought he sprang, and his hands closed on human flesh. He laughed gently; then he fought in silence.
    His opponent was strong above the average, but after a minute he was like a child in Hugh's grasp. He choked once or twice and muttered something; then Hugh slipped his right hand gently on to the man's throat...

111rosalita
Jan 10, 2020, 8:30 pm

>110 lyzard: Hey, I've heard of this one! At least the detective's name is familiar to me, though I didn't know any details until I read your review. Funny, with a name like that I always assumed he was an American. And yikes about the sociopath bit.

112swynn
Jan 10, 2020, 8:38 pm

I assume that the parallel of villains driven to villainy by the loss of wartime revenue being defeated by a thug driven to thuggery by the loss of wartime revenue is lost on Mr. Drummond ....

113lyzard
Edited: Jan 10, 2020, 10:18 pm

>109 rosalita:

But everyone comes to Ledstowe, right??

Of course stuff like that takes coincidence too far, but I think if you're going to dabble in this genre you just have to be prepared to accept certain tropes. For example, look at at something like Murder, She Wrote: Jessica Fletcher can't go anywhere in THE ENTIRE WORLD without stumbling over a corpse. And conversely, if we went for realism instead of coincidental meetings in Ledstowe, we'd have Maudie sitting in a dingy office and spending her time doing divorce work, as most PIs do. :D

>111 rosalita:

Bulldogs are (or were) British, m'dear, and yet another symbolic animal. (Which these days we might interpret rather differently, given their tendency to die prematurely of a range of in-bred genetic defects...)

I was polite: I didn't say "psychopath".

>112 swynn:

Oh, but he's not doing it for the money! - he's doing it for the opportunity to kill a bunch of people with his bare hands the honour of England!

114lyzard
Jan 10, 2020, 10:30 pm

Finished The Bertrams for TIOLI #3.

I will be putting up the thread for the group read tomorrow; hope to see you there!

Now reading Marjorie Morningstar by Herman Wouk.

115Majel-Susan
Edited: Jan 11, 2020, 1:32 am

>114 lyzard: Haha, I'm still only on chapter 7 of the first volume of The Bertrams. 😅

116lyzard
Jan 10, 2020, 11:58 pm

>115 Majel-Susan:

No hurry at all! I like to finish in advance so I have the big picture in my head when we start our discussion, but that discussion works best if others are reading (and hopefully commenting) at about the same pace.

117lyzard
Jan 11, 2020, 3:57 am



Hallowe'en Party - While staying with her friend, Judith Butler, a young widow, in the village of Woodleigh Common, Ariadne Oliver becomes one of numerous people assisting with the preparations for a Hallowe'en party to be held for the benefit of the local children and teenagers, in the house of local doyen, Rowena Drake. Mrs Oliver is somewhat embarrassed to find herself considered a "guest celebrity", and the conversation naturally drifting to her mysteries and to real-life murder. However, when one of the young helpers, a girl called Joyce Reynolds, insists that she once saw a murder, she is scornfully shouted down by her companions; Mrs Oliver later learns that Joyce has a reputation as a teller of stories, and that no-one pays much attention to what she says. The party that evening is a great success, with all of the games and events going as planned. It is only at the end of the night that a shocking discovery is made: that Joyce Reynolds has been drowned in the large corrugated bucket used for bobbing for apples... Hallowe'en Party, like the earlier Third Girl, is a transition novel for Agatha Christie, blending a traditional mystery into a dark portrait of a modern world in which, it seems, random violence is never far away; where the "peaceful village" of Woodleigh Common turns out to have had more than its fair share of tragedies; and in which the image of the endangered child becomes a recurrent motif. Even the presence of Ariadne Oliver fails to lighten the mood, as it usually does; although there is a certain grim humour in the novelist's growing conviction that (after the events of Dead Man's Folly) she is somehow a lightning-rod for murder... Responding to Mrs Oliver's cry for help, Hercule Poirot finds the people of Woodleigh Common trying to convince themselves that Joyce fell foul of an outsider, a passing stranger, someone mentally disturbed; although the circumstances of the crime argue otherwise. Though the dead girl had a reputation as a story-teller - not to say liar - the very fact of her murder would seem to establish that, for once, she was telling the truth: begging the question of what, exactly, she saw---and who? Turning to the newly retired Inspector Spence, who lives in the district, Poirot learns of four unsolved mysteries within the assumed time-frame: a shop-girl beaten to death in the woods; the strangulation of a young teacher; the knife-murder of a lawyer's clerk; and the disappearance of an au pair after, apparently, she forged a will to her own benefit. Poirot must look into the past in order to determine which of these crimes could have been Joyce's murder: a task that takes on a whole new urgency when a second child is found dead...

    "I shouldn't have said we have any likely murderers round here. And certainly nothing spectacular in the way of murders."
    "One can have likely murderers anywhere," said Poirot, "or shall I say unlikely murderers, but nevertheless murderers. Because unlikely murderers are not so prone to be suspected. There is probably not very much evidence against them, and it would be a rude shock to such a murderer to find that there had actually been an eyewitness to his or her crime."
    "Why didn't Joyce say something at the time?" asked Spence. "That's what I'd like to know. Was she bribed to silence by someone, do you think? Too risky surely."
    "No," said Poirot. "I gather from what Mrs Oliver mentioned that she didn't recognise that it was a murder she was looking at at the time."
    "Oh, surely that's most unlikely," said Spence.
    "Not necessarily," said Poirot. "A child of thirteen was speaking. She was remembering something she's seen in the past. We don't know exactly when. It might have been three or even four years previously. She saw something but she did not realise its true significance..."

118lyzard
Jan 11, 2020, 4:22 am

November stats:

Works read: 11
TIOLI: 11, in 11 different challenges, with 2 shared reads

Mystery / thriller: 3
Contemporary drama: 2
Classic: 2
Historical drama: 1
Young adult: 1
Anthology: 1
Horror: 1

Re-reads: 3
Series works: 5
Blog reads: 0
1932: 0
1931: 0
Virago / Persephone: 0
Potential decommission: 1

Owned: 3
Library: 1
Ebooks: 7

Male authors : female authors: 6 : 4
{NB: anthology authors and editors not included in totals}

Oldest work: The Lake Of Killarney by Anna Maria Porter (1804)
Newest work: Hallowe'en Party by Agatha Christie (1969)

***************

YTD stats:

Works read: 127
TIOLI: 127, in 113 different challenges, with 16 shared reads

Mystery / thriller: 60
Contemporary drama: 18
Classics: 18
Historical drama: 1
Non-fiction: 9
Short stories: 4
Young adult: 4
Horror: 2
Anthology: 1
Humour: 1

Re-reads: 21
Series works: 60
Blog reads: 4
1932: 4
1931: 13
Virago / Persephone: 2
Potential decommission: 6

Owned: 30
Library: 45
Ebooks: 52

Male authors : female authors : 73 : 54
{NB: anthology authors and editors not included in totals}

Oldest work: Emmeline, The Orphan Of The Castle by Charlotte Smith (1788)
Newest work: The Social Life Of Fluids: Blood, Milk, And Water In The Victorian Novel by Jules David Law (2010)

119lyzard
Edited: Jan 11, 2020, 4:26 am

November done? - hanging in there...





(This, by the way, is a picture of Liane, the world's oldest sloth, who turned 50 in November.)

120Helenliz
Jan 11, 2020, 4:32 am

YAY!! SLOTH!!!

Although one has to wonder if that degree of enthusiasm is appropriate for a sloth.

121SandyAMcPherson
Jan 11, 2020, 8:17 am

>108 lyzard: Susan (quondame) once commented on lengthy books, saying something along the lines of "this was a 300-page book that was 550 pages long".

I use that sentiment in reviews now because that is so true. I've many 1970-80's fantasies that are 'good reads' and all under 350 pages; more recent fantasies are edging up to 450 pages, many by the same authors. Is it a publisher driven standard? Or are the editors not able to do the work required to rein in the wordy mass market publications?

Just asking...

122Matke
Jan 11, 2020, 9:02 am

Where have you been hiding this thread???

Anyway, here I am, belatedly. There are too many posts here for me to comment adequately on the books we have both read.

But..I eagerly await your reaction to Marjorie Morningstar. My opinion is divided about this one: I loved ot at about 18 and then again around 30. On my last read, however...I’ll just say religion is strong in this one and not always in ways you might think.

Looking forward to The Bertrams!

And I love your thread, partly because we seem to be on parallel quests for mysteries (you’re much more dedicated to chronology than I), and partly because we both love the ancient and obscure.
And Trollope, of course.

123casvelyn
Edited: Jan 11, 2020, 9:24 am

>96 lyzard: You should do what the Dinsmore clan did, and clean up in the property market after a Civil War, when everyone else is broke and desperate.

Yeah... not happening on a civil servant's salary.

124Dejah_Thoris
Jan 11, 2020, 9:55 am

>119 lyzard: You cracked me up with Liane, Liz - a 50 year old sloth? My kindred spirit, lol!

Now if I could just get the hanging upside down part right....

125lyzard
Jan 11, 2020, 4:28 pm

>120 Helenliz:

...yyyyyyaaaayyyyyy sssslotttthhhh... :)

>121 SandyAMcPherson:

Oh that is it EXACTLY.

I thought at first perhaps the publishers of these religiously-themed books were hesitant to cut, as if it would be disrespectful, but From Here To Eternity had exactly the same issue (and you could hardly find anything more irreligious), so I guess it was just a phase in American publishing.

Why we get these phases is a good question. (The same thing happens in the film industry, where apparently now we can't tell a story in under two-and-a-half hours.) Do they think they're giving better value for money, or is it a lack of discipline at both ends of the process?

>122 Matke:

In plain sight, my dear, in plain sight. :D

I'd be very hurt by your neglect, if only I wasn't the world's slackest thread-visitor.

I'm enjoying Marjorie Morningstar so far, but I'm not deep enough yet to comment.

Aw, thank you, Gail. :)

>123 casvelyn:

Well, I guess you're just not a good enough Christian...

>124 Dejah_Thoris:

I thought that might fetch you! :D

126lyzard
Jan 11, 2020, 6:37 pm

I have created the thread for the group read of Anthony Trollope's The Bertrams:

Here

All welcome!

127rosalita
Jan 12, 2020, 10:07 am

I've now finished Sad Cypress and am once more aligned with the chronological world. Whew!

One of the incomprehensible (to me) British things highlighted in this book is fish paste sandwiches. I'm not entirely sure what fish paste is, but it sounds dreadful!

128lyzard
Jan 12, 2020, 6:31 pm

>127 rosalita:

I can breathe again! :D

It's just a flavoured sandwich spread; how much seafood was actually in it is highly debatable. It was cheap and easy and therefore popular. I may say that I remember it clearly enough from my childhood although come to think of it I can't recall seeing it any time recently; I wonder if it still exists?

129Dejah_Thoris
Jan 12, 2020, 7:50 pm

>127 rosalita: >128 lyzard: I always thought it sounded revolting!

130lyzard
Jan 12, 2020, 8:45 pm

>129 Dejah_Thoris:

I always found the idea of peanut butter and jelly revolting, so I quite understand. :D

131Helenliz
Jan 13, 2020, 1:33 am

Fish paste. mmm. It came in jars, made by Shipdhams. You can still buy it in the UK. Think a poor man's salmon pate and you're not too far wrong. It tasted better than it sounds, honest.

132rosalita
Jan 13, 2020, 5:25 am

>131 Helenliz: It tasted better than it sounds, honest.

It would almost have to, Helen! :-) I think it's the name that is most off-putting to my ears. If someone offered me salmon pate I would probably be happy to try it, but fish paste? Ew.

In Sad Cypress the alleged poisoner bought two jars — shrimp and anchovy, and salmon and shrimp, if I remember correctly. Honestly compels me to say that the poison was not already in the jars!

133SandyAMcPherson
Edited: Jan 13, 2020, 8:13 am

Laughing my head off at the fish paste commentary.
Some things you just have to grow up with on the menu. Like Marmite. Blech!

Some of my best friends came from a British Isles background and loved both products, fish paste sandwiches or marmite on toast. Regional tastes vary, I guess. Kind of like the regionality of certain novel themes. I read Supermarket last year and noted that the drama around business practices has apparently become a popular theme by Japanese authors.

134SandDune
Jan 13, 2020, 10:29 am

I was brought up on fish paste sandwiches, but I don't recall seeing it (or eating) it in years, and I don't remember ever actual buying it myself as an adult. It's still sold, but pretty out-of-fashion I would imagine. Princes is the brand I remember ...

135lyzard
Jan 13, 2020, 5:31 pm

So! - I've finally figured out how to get visitors and conversation on my thread. :D

I can remember the little glass jars of...what did we call it here? I don't think it was fish paste...but I haven't been a sandwich person since I was at school and have no idea if it still exists. I'll keep an eye out the next time I'm at the supermarket.

>133 SandyAMcPherson:

Feh! - Marmite is just Vegemite for wimps. :)

136Helenliz
Jan 14, 2020, 12:58 am

>135 lyzard: food always brings people in >;-)

Vegemite tastes OK, but has a wierd, grainy texture that I really can't be getting on with. Marmite, however, is one of the foods of the gods*. When I had a bout of anemia, and the doctor was listing foods high in B12, Marmite was on the list. Never have I been so pleased to follow medical advice. >:-p

*I may have some very strange gods inhabiting my own personal pantheon!

137lyzard
Jan 14, 2020, 6:00 pm

>136 Helenliz:

Noted. I should start posting my cooking disasters experiments. :D

I've never had a texture problem with Vegemite; I wonder if the overseas versions are different somehow? But yes, it is a ridiculously healthy foodstuff, B vitamins in particular. (We use it as a hangover cure here which, given its origins, strikes me as a weirdly appropriate 'circle of life' sort of arrangement.)

Meanwhile---this doesn't sound any more appetising but my memory has - so to speak - thrown up the term "Peck's paste", which as far as I can tell is still commonly available in supermarkets. I will now try to hunt a jar down during my next shop and see what my adult tastebuds have to say.

138Dejah_Thoris
Jan 14, 2020, 6:08 pm

>130 lyzard: What do you have against peanut butter and jelly? Although, truth but told I only like crunchy peanut butter and truly prefer jam.

I live in the state (Georgia) that produces over 50% of the U.S. peanut crop - I have to come to it's defense!

Btw, I picked up Marjorie Morningstar from the library. It looked pretty reasonable until I realized how small the print was....

139lyzard
Edited: Jan 15, 2020, 4:36 pm

>138 Dejah_Thoris:

The whole concept is just disgusting to me - I don't like disparate things mixed together - but, separating it into its component parts, I don't eat jam or jelly anyway (allergies) and I'm not a sandwich person so I don't eat peanut butter.

So a 'no' all around.

(I do eat peanuts, if that helps soothe your hurt feelings!)

I had exactly that reaction when I opened Marjorie Morningstar! It's a reasonably easy read, though I found much of it a bit tedious, rather wash-rinse-repeat if you know what I mean. (I've got about 50 pages to go, ironic considering how '50 pages to go' is used metaphorically within the book.)

140Dejah_Thoris
Jan 14, 2020, 6:17 pm

>139 lyzard: Well, at least you eat peanuts.

Marjorie Morningstar sounds doable - I'll finally be able to tell my mother I've read it.

141lyzard
Edited: Jan 14, 2020, 7:08 pm



Move Over: A Novel Of Our "Better Classes" - Sheila Tressinger is born into wealth, luxury and privilege, and is accustomed to getting everything she wants; and when she is nineteen, she decides that what she wants is Chris Challoner. As far as appearance goes, the handsome young man is a perfect match for Sheila. Chris is, however, the product of a poor family who has had to work for everything he has, and intends to go on working even after he becomes "Mr Sheila Tressinger". During the honeymoon the couple's debates upon the subject usually end inconclusively, lost amongst the lovemaking; but once they try to establish a home together their opposed ideas begin to drive a wedge between them. Chris's determination to work takes him away from Sheila for longer and longer periods, during which she finds herself consoled by the company of the attractive but impecunious and cynical Don Dulaney... Ethel Pettit's 1927 exposé of the misbehaviour of the obscenely wealthy caused something of a furor when the novel was published, though it all seems like a storm in a teacup today, and a rather dull one at that. However, Move Over's prosaic attitude to such matters as adultery and divorce does separate from various contemporary works which, if they dealt with such topics, usually did so in a hostile crusading spirit. Pettit, though equally condemnatory, confines herself to a disgusted shrug. Moreover, she has enough honesty to follow through on her premise; and though Chris is left badly burned by his experiences amongst the "rich and famous", Sheila quickly shakes off what she comes to regard as her mistake and is reabsorbed back into her society. The novel's sympathy is all with Chris, whose personal integrity makes him something of a freak in the world into which he has married; and yet the mistake is his too: it is painfully evident to the reader that he and Sheila have nothing in common but their physical attraction to one another, and once the honeymoon is over, literally and physically, it is only a question of whether or not Chris will give up his fight for autonomy---doomed as that fight self-evidently is. There's such a sense of inevitability about the crumbling of the marriage that it is hard to stay engaged. The one real point of interest here is the reaction of Mr Tressinger to these events: he, having taken Chris to his heart as a son, is mortified by Sheila's behaviour, yet feels obliged to side with her despite his profound disapproval. This tangled response is a tiny oasis of genuine feeling in a work otherwise devoted to depicting self-absorption and self-indulgence---even if it is called "love".

    "I must tell you something, you silly little mug," Don said, "something very important, probably, to you. Now get this straight in your pretty little head and heart. If you love Chris, and I think you do, if you just happen to like to sit here in my arms just because you rather like to---Oh, Sheila," he ended.
    And then, after they had come to no mutually persuasive conclusion, Don continued his idea. "I want to be fair to you, Sheila. Chris won't stand for any deceit on your part. Chris (and believe me, even though I am an unlaureled psychologist) Chris is the only person I've ever known that will thumb his nose at a hundred million dollars."
    "What do you mean?"
    "He has you licked, dearest. One of you will have to give up." Don hugged her fiercely to himself. "If you want to keep Chris---"
    "Don," she asked, "couldn't you continue to love me if---"
    "Dear, yes, a thousand yeses. But Chris won't stand for it."
    "I didn't mean---" she began, and stopped.
    And he knew perfectly what she didn't mean but what he could make her mean...


142lyzard
Edited: Jan 14, 2020, 7:19 pm

Move Over was of course Banned In Boston: at a time when any novel dealing frankly with divorce (even to condemn it) ended up banned, this one never stood a chance. In addition we have the behaviour of the novel's "heroine", who cheats on her husband, divorces him, and then effectively bribes her lover into marrying her:





Next up in the Banned in Boston challenge:

Oil! by Upton Sinclair.

143lyzard
Jan 15, 2020, 3:52 pm

Finished Marjorie Morningstar for TIOLI #14.

Now reading Ralph The Bailiff, And Other Tales by Mary Elizabeth Braddon.

144lyzard
Edited: Jan 15, 2020, 6:47 pm

Best-selling books in the United States for 1954:

1. Not as a Stranger by Morton Thompson
2. Mary Anne by Daphne du Maurier
3. Love Is Eternal by Irving Stone
4. The Royal Box by Frances Parkinson Keyes
5. The Egyptian by Mika Waltari
6. No Time for Sergeants by Mac Hyman
7. Sweet Thursday by John Steinbeck
8. The View from Pompey's Head by Hamilton Basso
9. Never Victorious, Never Defeated by Taylor Caldwell
10. Benton's Row by Frank Yerby

America's reading in 1954 was again dominated by war and history.

Mika Waltari's The Egyptian, the #1 best-seller of 1949 (reviewed here), reappears courtesy of the release of its film version. Frank Yerby's regular best-seller, Benton's Row, is about an ambitious, social climbing Southerner and his descendants, and stretches from the pre-Civil War era to WWI. Taylor Caldwell's Never Victorious, Never Defeated is set against the presidency of Andrew Jackson and the construction of the railways, and deals with the impact of industrialisation, capitalism and business monopolies upon the ideals of democracy. Irving Stone's Love Is Eternal is a biographical novel about Abraham Lincoln and Mary Todd.

Daphne du Maurier's Mary Anne is a Regency-set novel about Mary Anne Clarke, the mistress of Frederick, Duke of York, who drew him into a notorious scandal of selling army promotions. The novel is generally considered over-kind to Clarke---possibly because she was du Maurier's great-grandmother.

John Steinbeck's Sweet Thursday is effectively a sequel to Cannery Row, with his characters picking up the pieces in the wake of WWII. However, we see that by this time it was okay to laugh at the military, if not the war: Mac Hyman's No Time for Sergeants is a comic novel about the misadventures of two bumbling young conscripts.

Both Frances Parkinson Keyes' The Royal Box and Hamilton Basso's The View from Pompey's Head are contemporary works with their roots in the past. The former is based upon a real-life scandal, and traces events over some three decades to show how a scandalous affair eventually led to murder; the latter deals with a New York lawyer returning to the South, where he grew up, to investigate a possible crime, and dealing also with the philosophical divide of the two halves of his life.

The year's best-seller is also set across a period of decades, from the early 20th century onwards: Morton Thompson's Not as a Stranger is the story of a poor young man's determination to be a doctor, and his ruthless journey to achieve his ambition.

145lyzard
Edited: Jan 15, 2020, 7:12 pm



Little is publicly known about the life of Morton Thompson, although he had a great many famous friends. He was predominantly a journalist and columnist, including for the Hollywood Citizen News. He found some success as a screenwriter, and as the author of "journalistic memoirs". He wrote only two novels, both of them with medical themes: 1949's The Cry And The Covenant is a biographical novel about Ignaz Semmelweis, who fought to propagate his ideas about hygiene and sanitation in medical practice; while 1954's Not As A Stranger is a work of fiction about a young man's fight to be a doctor, and hospital conditions during the first half of the 20th century.

Sadly, Thompson died prematurely in 1953---not living to see his second novel become America's best-selling book of the following year.

These days, however, bizarrely enough, Morton Thompson is remembered not so much for his writing, as for his recipe for preparing turkey.

The entire story (or at least, a version of it) may be found here.

146lyzard
Edited: Jan 16, 2020, 5:34 pm



Not As A Stranger - From his earliest days Lucas Marsh knows only one thing: that he is destined to be a doctor. His fight to achieve his dream begins early, as both of his parents - otherwise at loggerheads over everything - are in agreement with their disapproval: his father, Job, because there is no money in it; his mother, Ouida, because of her spiritualistic rejection of standard medical practices. However, Lucas finds sympathisers in the town's doctors, who foster his ambition by lending him books and even allowing him to accompany them on their rounds. However, it is finally his mother's grim death from cancer that paves the way for Lucas's enrollment in college, where his every contact with the medical profession strengthens his determination. However, when his father's erratic behaviour leaves him unable to pay his fees, Lucas discovers that when it comes to his professional ambition, there is nothing he won't do---a realisation that finally leads him to cold-bloodedly court and marry theatre-nurse, Kristina Hedvigsen, who he despises, but who has sufficient money to carry him through his final studies and his embarkation as a fully-qualified doctor... Published in 1954, Morton Thompson's Not As a Stranger is set over the early decades of the 20th century, and deals with the state of contemporary medical and hospital practice with disturbing frankness. The novel strips away any romanticised ideas about the medical profession and showing instead, on one hand, the continual, crushing battle against not merely disease, but the effects of poverty and ignorance; on the other, the devastating consequences of incompetence, carelessness and greed in a profession with, literally, power over life and death. Against this is set the character of Lucas Marsh, whose dedication to Medicine (always with a capital 'M') is absolute. This is where the novel hits a brick wall: Lucas may be a good doctor, but he's a lousy human being. Not As A Stranger is a perfect example of (and I apologise for this: I know I have to find a better expression, but in the meantime this covers it) The Male Narrative: those novels devoted to a male protagonist's ruthless pursuit of his goals and the lengths to which he will go to achieve them---in which the reader is apparently expected to stay engaged despite his often appalling behaviour. Here, Lucas's position as the embodiment of Pure Medicine is evidently supposed to compensate for his self-righteousness, his utter selfishness, his disinterest in people - as opposed to patients - and above all his unconscionable treatment of his wife, who commits the unforgivable sin of not quite having the same view as him of Medicine...in addition to being Swedish. (Given Lucas' disgust with his society's treatment of Jewish and black doctors, his vicious bigotry with respect to Kristina and her origins seems more than a little bizarre; I guess the Swedes don't produce so many good doctors, so screw 'em...) In this context, Lucas's last-minute reformation - not to mention the events that bring it about - are entirely unbelievable; less so, given the nature of this sort of fiction, that these same events conspire to make everything just fine for Lucas Marsh.

    "Nothing can be done?"
    "I won't take their money. There's hundreds of sick people to treat, people you can really do something for---"
    "But they're sick too. If it can't be cured they need a doctor worse than than any of them---"
    "I'm not a witch doctor, Kristina."
    "But if they get comfort---if they're willing to pay---"
    "There are plenty of doctors who will take them, "Lucas said bitterly. "Plenty, it seems."
    "But Dr Runkleman---"
    "I don't think Dr Runkleman ever had the time to fully diagnose---I think he just did the best he could in the time he had---treating a symptom here---popping pills like popping candy into kids' mouths to keep them quiet. I can't do that."
    "If they get the good out of it---if what they pay lets you do charity work for the ones that need it---"
    "There's no such thing as charity work," he said wearily. "There's only Medicine. Just one Medicine."
    He turned away. "You'll never understand, Kristina. I might as well be talking to a laundress, or a shopkeeper... It's not in you. You understand money. Money's not Medicine."
    "I know, Lucas! I know how you feel! That's how I want you to feel! But you got to have money---a little money---just enough to---"
    "To what?"
    "To be...to be happy."
    He looked at her with dislike and contempt...


147avatiakh
Jan 16, 2020, 5:47 am

Was drawn to your thread when I saw you were reading Majorie Morningstar which I want to read sometime. I started the audiobook last year but wasn't in love with the narrator so put it to one side.

I remember those fish paste sandwiches, not sure if I had it that often though...and I'm from a marmite family, still can't believe that my brother went over to vegemite when he got married.

148SandyAMcPherson
Edited: Jan 16, 2020, 1:54 pm

>144 lyzard: You make the The Royal Box sound interesting, although I've only ever read part of another of the author's work, Dinner at Antoine's but it was tediously looong and I didn't finish it. I looked on LT at the RB work page and no one has reviewed it! Fiddle.

I still have JS's Cannery Row and Sweet Thursday on my shelves. The only other Steinbeck I've saved from that era is Travels with Charley. I hugely admired Doc, (Ed Ricketts) for his still outstanding intertidal work, Between Pacific Tides.

Your 1950's reading objective is sure a trip down memory lane!

149lyzard
Jan 16, 2020, 5:48 pm

>147 avatiakh:

Hi, Kerry! I have to say I ended up disappointed in Marjorie Morningstar, for reasons I'll explain at unnecessary length in due course. :)

Who was the narrator? I avoid audiobooks because I very rarely hit a narrator who doesn't bug me in some way or other (and therefore disengage me).

Another fish paster! - I don't feel so bad now.

still can't believe that my brother went over to vegemite when he got married.

:D

>148 SandyAMcPherson:

Hi, Sandy! I think Keyes was trying for the Dorothy Sayers thing of mixing mystery and literature, which can be a very tricky game. The Royal Box seems fairly readily available here, and of course it's on The List, so we'll see.

I haven't gotten any further than the obvious with Steinbeck. I can't say I love him, but I know I should give a chance to a wider range of his works.

I hope you're getting something out of it! - I can't honestly say my recent 50s reading is giving me too many memories I want to have. :)

150lyzard
Edited: Jan 16, 2020, 5:50 pm

Speaking of which---

Perhaps I'll say this before Steve does:

At least Not As A Stranger is 500 pages shorter than Anthony Adverse. :D

151lyzard
Jan 16, 2020, 5:50 pm

Marjorie Morningstar, on the other hand---

There we have The Female Narrative; meaning that we spend 650 pages agonising over whether or not Marjorie will get married.

Sigh.

152swynn
Jan 16, 2020, 6:09 pm

153lyzard
Edited: Jan 16, 2020, 8:50 pm

>152 swynn:

Both of these books have something to offer - Not As A Stranger its depiction of hospital practice and its often gruesome medical detail (if you like that sort of thing), and Marjorie Morningstar its Jewishness, if I can put it like that* - but it doesn't outweigh their protagonist-related issues.

(*I will say that I enjoyed this Jewish novel a lot more than our recent Catholic one! - not that's it's a contest, of course... :D )

154alcottacre
Edited: Jan 16, 2020, 9:30 pm

>89 lyzard: Adding that one to the BlackHole, Liz. I am a fan of Byatt.

>144 lyzard: I loved The Egyptian when I read it several years ago. I aim to get a copy of it one of these days.

155lyzard
Jan 16, 2020, 9:26 pm

>154 alcottacre:

Hi, Stasia! - thanks for visiting. :)

That was my first Byatt: I can imagine some readers finding her tone off-putting but I'd be interested in reading more...one of these days...

I enjoyed The Egyptian more than I expected to and found it surprisingly accessible; although as Steve and I were saying, there's certainly stuff in it that can be tricky to interpret.

156alcottacre
Jan 16, 2020, 9:31 pm

>155 lyzard: I have read both Possession and The Children's Book by Byatt and would recommend them to you.

157lyzard
Jan 16, 2020, 9:39 pm

158lyzard
Jan 16, 2020, 9:40 pm

Oh, dear.

This is a couple of years old now, but I don't expect the situation has changed much in the interim:

Women better represented in Victorian novels than modern, study finds

159lyzard
Jan 17, 2020, 12:07 am



Serial Killers: The Insatiable Passion - Published in 1995, this is yet another of that period's seemingly endless studies of serial killers, and a generally unsatisfactory one. This is not a focused work so much as a literature review, which examines other studies on serial killers in an effort to reach some consensus on the subject---finally to admit that there is no consensus, not least because no-one can even agree upon a definition of "serial killer". Thus, some of the case studies offered and the conclusions drawn from them include (for example) people who commit multiple murders purely for personal gain; whereas others confine themselves to crimes with a clear psycho-sexual motive. A lot of information is presented that would no doubt be of use to those formally studying in this area (if only to warn them of the pitfalls in this sort of research), and there is no doubt that David Lester intended to highlight the contradictions and confusions; but for the more casual reader the cumulative effect is frustrating. In addition, the second half of the book is, conceptually, all over the place. Part of it is devoted to discussions of those not usually thought of as "serial killers" at all: historical figures such as Gilles de Rais, and the outlaws and bandits of more recent times; the Nazi doctors; terrorists; gang members; and organised crime figures. The book concludes by discussing the tricky question of whether a serial killer must be insane - or legally insane, which is of course different; and concludes with a case study of Dennis Nilsen, the British serial killer who murdered sixteen young men between 1978 and 1983, in a particularly gruesome example of "killing for company".

In the end, we must realise that there are so many types of serial murderers that, with the present state of knowledge, it is virtually impossible to construct a solid profile of serial killers. Much more research needs to be conducted on the psychological and behavioural characteristics of serial killers, as well as the reasons why people turn to this type of murder. A scientific understanding of this sort can only be achieved through a careful and measured study of the facts---a movement past the sensationalism toward study and analysis. It is my hope that this book will be seen as a step in that direction.

160jnwelch
Jan 17, 2020, 8:27 am

I'm a big fan of Cannery Row and Sweet Thursday, too. Nice to see the latter made the bestseller list that year.

161SandyAMcPherson
Jan 17, 2020, 9:17 am

Interesting dialogue going on in here.
I so would not tackle a 650-page book like at >151 lyzard:, ~ Marjorie Morningstar

162swynn
Jan 17, 2020, 11:46 am

>153 lyzard: Well, that's encouraging.

I've only just begun From Here To Eternity and proceeding slowly but it's so far not bad. I think I won't hate it, though Jones still has plenty of room to lose me.

163lyzard
Jan 17, 2020, 4:05 pm

>160 jnwelch:

Hi, Joe! Thanks, noted. It's interesting that Cannery Row itself didn't make the best-seller list but Sweet Thursday did. We've encountered a number of other Steinbecks on the way through, though: East Of Eden, The Wayward Bus, The Moon Is Down, Of Mice And Men, and of course The Grapes Of Wrath, which was our #1 in 1939.

>161 SandyAMcPherson:

It was disappointing because at the outset it seems like a book about Marjorie's efforts to escape her "natural destiny" but at some point it just gives up on that and becomes about whether she can get the man she wants to marry to marry her.

But around all this, as I say, is the fact of Marjorie being Jewish and her interactions with her family and community, and that aspect of the novel is fascinating. This is really the first Jewish novel we've come across, and absolutely the first to present Jewish people in a normal and natural light. For example by contrast Not As A Stranger talks about the endemic antisemitism within the medical profession and the dreadful treatment of Jewish doctors by their peers.

So as I say, it's not without value, but ultimately I found it disappointing.

>153 lyzard:

See above. :D

I personally put From Here To Eternity in the same category, it does have a lot to offer but also has certain aspects that finally left a negative impression. It is also - and thank you again to Susan and Sandy - another "300 page book that was 550 pages long", or in this case maybe a 500 page book that was 955 pages long. If these books knew when to quit I'd probably feel a lot less hostile.

BUT - all that said - you may well bring away a completely different impression of all three.

164lyzard
Jan 17, 2020, 6:45 pm



Lichtenstein: Romantische Sage aus der wuerttembergischen Geschichte (Lichtenstein: Romantic Saga from the History of Württemberg) - Wilhelm Hauff is today best known for his fairy-tales drawing upon German folklore, but he has another claim to fame in that, in 1826, only a year before his sadly premature death, he published the first example of the German historical novel. Only one English translation of his work has ever been undertaken, however, that published in 1839 by James Justinian Morier under the title The Banished: A Swabian Historical Tale: a version that opens with Morier's declaration that "though considerable freedom has been used in the translation from the original text, the subject matter has been closely followed". This of course makes me acutely uncomfortable; but (as was also the case with Mika Waltari's Sinuhe The Egyptian, read for the best-seller challenge), if it's the only game in town, what choice do I have? Wilhelm Hauff was born and raised in Württemberg, then a part of the Duchy of Swabia (located in what is now the southwest part of Germany); and he takes as his subject matter a critical period in Württemberg's history, the 1519 invasion of the territory by the so-called "Swabian League", which drove its hereditary ruler, Duke Ulrich, into exile. Hauff's declared purpose in Lichtenstein was to in some measure rehabilitate the reputation of Ulrich who, the novel argues, was the victim of false of damaging rumours set about by the members of the League, who then used them as an excuse to "rescue" Ulrich's subjects in what was essentially a land-grab. In this respect, it cannot be said that the novel achieves its purpose. Though Ulrich may not have been guilty of murdering the man he believed to be his wife's lover, Hauff's narrative still presents him as a reckless and hot-tempered man whose inability to keep his head in a crisis was at the root of his difficulties, and who hardly deserved the loyalty and devotion of those noblemen who risked everything in his attempt to regain his position. Moreover, though Ulrich did eventually succeed in driving the invaders out and re-establishing himself, Hauff concentrates his narrative on his first, unsuccessful attempt to do so. The reason for this is clearly the author's own fascination with the stronghold castle of Lichtenstein, a medieval fortress built on a high escarpment in the Swabian Jura: in Hauff's version of the story, rather than fleeing Württemberg as was generally believed, Ulrich found a refuge in Lichtenstein, and from there launched his first attempt to seize back his country. It is very evident that Wilhelm Hauff was hugely influenced in the writing of Lichtenstein by the novels of Walter Scott, Waverley in particular---and this shows itself not just in its focus on a doomed cause, but Hauff's decision to place at the centre of his story a young and rather vacillating "hero", who gets caught up in historical events more or less by accident. Albert von Sturmfeder is of noble heritage, but cruel circumstances have stripped him of his family's property and left him to make his own way in the world. His need to do so is all the more urgent since he is in love with, and secretly betrothed to, Bertha von Lichtenstein. With little thought of the rights and wrongs of the situation, Albert impulsively allies himself with the Swabian League---only to discover that Bertha's father, the Knight of Lichtenstein, is Ulrich's most passionate adherent. Not having committed himself so far that he may not honourably withdraw, Albert manages to extricate himself from the Swabians and sets off to offer his sword to the Duke and his cause... Though interesting in the historical sense, Lichtenstein is a somewhat frustrating work in that its two main characters are likewise frustrating. Though we must commend Wilhelm Hauff for not whitewashing Ulrich or ignoring his flaws, the fact that the Duke's own reckless behaviour is chiefly responsible for both his initial loss of his territory and his failure to regain it make it impossible to sympathise with him; while the devotion of his followers and the sacrifices they make in his cause are hard to understand and even harder to swallow. Albert is, in a sense, Ulrich in miniature---always being praised for his supposed noble qualities, while what we see is his emotional immaturity and impulsiveness. Despite these stumbling-blocks, Lichtenstein is an interesting novel about an important period in German history. In particular, it has a strong sense of time and place, and offers a number of memorable descriptive passages, most notably in the scenes set in and around the castle from which it takes its title.

    "The whole forty have broken their oaths---you have lost your country. My Lord Duke, Tübingen is gone!"
    The man, whom these words more immediately concerned, sank in a chair at the window: he covered his face with his hands, his agitated breast appeared to seek in vain for breath, his whole frame trembled.
    The eyes of all were directed to him, expressive of commiseration and pain, particularly Albert's, who now for the first time learnt the name of "the man"---it was him, Duke Ulrich of Würtemberg! Recollections of the first moment he had met him, of his first visit to the cavern, of the conversation they had had, and the way which his whole bearing had surprised him and bound him to his cause, crossed his mind in one rapid flight. It was quite incomprehensible to him, that he had not long ago made the discovery.
    No one dared to break the silence for some time. The heavy breathing of the Duke only was heard, and his faithful dog, who appeared to partake of his master's misery, added his pitiable whining to the distressing scene. Old Lichtenstein at length giving a sign to the knight of Schweinsberg, they both approached the Duke, and touched his cloak, in order to rouse him, but he remained immoveable and silent. Bertha had stood aloof, with tears in her eyes. She now drew near with hesitating step, put her hand on his shoulder, and, beholding him with a look of tender compassion, at last took courage to say, "My Lord Duke! it is still good Würtemberg for ever!"
    A deep sigh escaping from his breast, was the only notice he took of the kind girl's solicitude. Albert then approached him. The expression which the exile had made use of, when they first met, flashed across his mind, and he ventured to address the same words now to his afflicted friend. "Man without a name," said he, "why so downhearted? Si fractus illabatur orbis, impavidum ferient ruinæ!"
    These words acted like a charm upon Ulrich. Whether he had adopted them as his motto, or whether it was that combination of greatness of soul, and obstinate contempt of misfortune, which formed his character, and acquired for him the name of the "Undaunted," he was reanimated, as if by an electric spark, when he heard them repeated, and from that moment rose worthy of his name...

165lyzard
Edited: Jan 17, 2020, 9:15 pm

Lichtenstein was read for the C. K. Shorter 'Best 100 Novels' challenge; next up is James Fenimore Cooper's The Last Of The Mohicans, which I am hoping to read next month.

Meanwhile, I am still wrestling with an earlier entry in the same challenge, known in its English-language iteration simply as Wilhelm Meister. This is Thomas Carlyle's 1824 translation of Johann Goethe's 1796 novel, Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship, and its belated sequel, Wilhelm Meister's Travels.

Though the first work is dense and often confusing, I managed not only to get it read, but blogged. The latter, though shorter, turned out to be even more difficult.

For one thing, Goethe significantly revised it between its initial appearance in 1821 and the second edition of 1829---meaning, among other things, that the Carlyle translation of 1824 is not taken from what is now considered the standard text (this, in addition to the fact that, as did James Morier when translating Lichtenstein, Carlyle tampered with the text).

But there is a greater problem: while Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship is a difficult but important work, Wilhelm Meister's Travels struck me as unnecessary and rather self-indulgent. I've made a start on blogging it, but it is hard to find a hook on which to hang a narrative. Still---in the spirit of keeping at least one of this year's resolutions for as much as a month, I'd really like to get it wrapped up by the end of the month.

166lyzard
Jan 17, 2020, 10:11 pm



The Ivory Dagger - When Bill Waring leaves for America, on business, he considers himself engaged to the beautiful Lila Dryden, in spite of the objections of her avaricious mother. An accident in which he is injured detains him, however; and when Bill arrives home, it is to discover Lila on the verge of marriage with the much older and very wealthy Sir Herbert Whitall. The news is broken to him by Ray Fortescue, Lila's cousin, who herself cherishes a secret love for Bill. She is frightened by his anger, and unable to stop him pursuing Lila to Vineyards, Whitall's country house. The gathering is not a happy one: Lila is dreading her marriage, but is too weak, and too frightened of Whitall and her step-mother, to take any steps to avoid it; Lady Dryden herself is guarding a secret, and is in Whitall's power; Eric Haile, a relative, is there chiefly to try and borrow money, but gets a vicious tongue-lashing instead; while Whitall's secretary, Millicent Whitaker - once his mistress - is being blackmailed into retaining her post even after the wedding. Even Whitall himself suffers humiliation at the hands of a neighbour, Professor Richardson, who insists that Whitall has been imposed upon with respect to his latest addition to his collection of ivory, a carved dagger whose supposed provenance Richardson dismisses as a crude invention. It is perhaps not surprising that before this tumultuous evening is over, Sir Herbert Whitall is dead, stabbed with his own dagger; but no-one expects the shocking sight of a dazed Lila Dryden standing over the body with blood on her dress and the dagger at her feet... The 19th in Patricia Wentworth's series featuring private investigator, Miss Maud Silver, The Ivory Dagger is one of those credibility-challenged mysteries that depends not only upon gathering a house full of people with motive for murder, but manages to place pretty much all of them, overtly or covertly, at the scene of the crime. That said, Herbert Whitall is so very hateful, the desire of almost everyone he knows for his death is perfectly understandable: the man is a practising sadist, whose pleasure in controlling and manipulating those around him, and exploiting their secrets to his own ends, knows no bounds. Meanwhile, the novel's inevitable romantic subplot is relatively unobtrusive, which is always a bonus. There is some wry humour, too, in Wentworth's handling of Bill's equally inevitable drift from Lila to Ray, his disillusionment with the latter dating from his receipt of a letter which reveals her - be she ever so beautiful - as both childish and rather stupid. Even so, no-one who knows her believes Lila guilty of the murder---in spite of her own doubts upon the subject: Lila is a sleep-walker, and insists she has no memory of anything before she found herself standing over Whitall's body; a story which the police - in the shape of our old friends, Inspector Lamb and Frank Abbott, the latter by now promoted to Detective-Inspector - receive with some scepticism. Meanwhile, this is one of those rare series entries in which Miss Silver is hired outright as a detective, rather than just being conveniently in the vicinity. It is Lady Dryden who calls her in, desperate to have Lila's innocence proven; though as always, Miss Silver promises only to pursue the truth. It becomes clear in the course of the investigation that the case is very much one of timing: not just the actual time of the murder, but when various other people came and went from the scene, be their business with Whitall open or secret. In the end, however, it is Miss Silver's understanding of people, and her ability to get them to trust her and open, that finally cracks the case, as she persuades an unexpected witness to come forward...

    They went on talking---about Haile, about Lady Dryden, about the Professor. And what it came to in the end was that there wasn’t enough evidence to make a case against any of them. Haile had a very strong motive if he knew what was in the first will, but there was no proof that he did. Lady Dryden had a motive if Herbert Whitall was blackmailing her into pushing on the marriage to Lila, but there was no proof that there was any blackmail going on. The world is full of women who will rush a girl into a marriage they consider advantageous. Professor Richardson could hardly be said to have a motive at all. On the other hand, he admitted to something like a quarrel, and he was certainly one of the last people to see Herbert Whitall alive. He left Vineyards at a quarter past eleven, according to his own statement and the evidence of Frederick. Either Haile or Lady Dryden could have come down and stabbed Sir Herbert after that. Or Adrian Grey, or Marsham, or Mrs Marsham, or Frederick. So far as opportunity went, they all had it and could have availed themselves of it. And there wasn’t any evidence to show that anyone of them did.
    Miss Silver had been knitting in a thoughtful silence. She now gave a gentle cough.
    "If I may make a suggestion---"
    Lamb turned to look at her. "Think you’ve got something?"
    She smiled disarmingly. "I would not go so far as to say that. It was just a suggestion."
    "Well?"
    "The time that is so important is from a quarter past eleven, when Professor Richardson is known to have left, and twelve o’clock, when according to her own evidence and that of Frederick it seems probable that Miss Whitaker found Sir Herbert dead. The medical evidence also supports this probability. We have, therefore, rather less than three-quarters of an hour during which anyone in the house could have come to the study and stabbed Sir Herbert..."


167alcottacre
Jan 17, 2020, 10:35 pm

>159 lyzard: Too bad about that one. I enjoy reading true crime stuff and it sounds like that one would have been up my alley.

168lyzard
Jan 17, 2020, 11:28 pm

>167 alcottacre:

Me too, but this one was just too disorganised and unfocused.

169swynn
Jan 17, 2020, 11:28 pm

>164 lyzard: That sounds interesting even if flawed. Someday ...

>165 lyzard: Wilhelm Meister, on the other hand, holds little attraction to me, having bounced off it hard long ago. It's possible -- likely, even -- that I'd appreciate it more now with a perspective of, ahem, a few more years. But I can't work up the interest.

170lyzard
Jan 17, 2020, 11:31 pm

>169 swynn:

Not great, but interesting, and something I didn't know much about. I did struggle with the German names and titles but I don't suppose you'd have as much difficulty.

Ah! - this is where I say, "Don't bother reading it, just read my blog-posts!" :D

171lyzard
Jan 18, 2020, 1:17 am

Finished Ralph The Bailiff, And Other Tales for TIOLI #13.

Now reading Death Walks In Eastrepps by Francis Beeding.

172rosalita
Jan 18, 2020, 9:18 am

>166 lyzard: I think you've captured most of my feelings about The Ivory Dagger, Liz. The only character I wanted to hear more from was the Professor in all his testy academic glory. The rest of them were fairly distasteful to some degree. Yes, even Ray, who was prepared to lose the love of her life without a fight when she knew darn well both her friend and her lover would make themselves miserable if they married. Heaven spare me from the self-martyring woman of (hopefully only) yesteryear.

Wentworth sure has a knack for drawing murder victims who so thoroughly deserve to be killed that there's a perverse satisfaction when the deed is finally done. No shades of gray for Our Patricia! I kinda like that about her.

173lyzard
Edited: Jan 18, 2020, 6:48 pm

>172 rosalita:

She did a better job of setting up a range of suspects:

Despite the usual romance clause, I wasn't quite sure that the Lila / Adrian situation was exempt; I could see Adrian doing it in a worm-turns manner. And I was kind of sorry that it wasn't Millicent: she'd earned the right to shove a knife between his ribs.

Wellll...she had always felt somewhat responsible for Lila and wasn't privy to what was going on in Bill's head. They were technically engaged after all, and Bill did come busting in demanding to see Lila and planning to carry her away. Ray just needed to be certain that neither of them really wanted the other.

But yes, as hateful murder victims go...yeesh!

Afterthought: regarding your recent reading:

This makes a pretty stark contrast to the murder of Mary Gerard in Sad Cypress, which I find one of the coldest-blooded murders in the Christie canon.

174lyzard
Edited: Jan 18, 2020, 7:49 pm



Turmoil At Brede - A late night confrontation between Elizabeth Wild and Basil Gorman at Brede Hall, the country house of the young widow, Lady Hermione Brede, ends with Gorman being shot and wounded and Elizabeth fleeing into the night with Gorman's attache-case. Terrified of pursuit and arrest, when her train slows as it approaches London, Elizabeth jumps out and makes her way on foot to her grim, backstreets home. There she finds no refuge: instead, she blunders into some sort of meeting involving her father and must flee again. Rescue comes in a most unexpected form: a man, who she recognises from the train, and who dresses like a tramp but speaks like a gentleman, intervenes to save her---by addressing her pursuer by name, Charles Latchmer, and by showing Latchmer his own face by streetlight... Owning only to the name "Mr Penn of Pentonville", the man reveals that he knows almost as much about Elizabeth's business as she does herself, and stuns her again by carrying her to his luxurious flat. There, Elizabeth explains that her father, the solicitor Barrington Wild, has been drawn into some kind of criminal venture, and forced to write a confession which is being held over his head. In meeting Gorman, she hoped to frighten him into turning over the confession by using a piece of information she had accidentally gained, about something called "the Akenside-Wyatt affair": a phrase which electrifies Penn... First published in 1931, Seldon Truss' Turmoil At Brede is a complicated thriller with a fabulous premise, but which ultimately doesn't quite live up to its potential. Parts of it are excellent, however---including the outrageous scheme being carried out by the bad guys, who include not just Gorman and Latchmer, but the beautiful and socially prominent Lady Hermione, involving arranged marriages between wealthy social-climbing girls and impecunious but titled men---which somehow always end in tragic death and the disappearance of large sums of money. Furthermore, the eventual revelation of the true identity of the mysterious "Mr Penn" is a genuine shock---although that said, this revelation opens up a can of worms that the novel never attempts to deal with. Overall, Turmoil At Brede is a familiar enough thriller, involving an improbable criminal conspiracy, lots of false identities, a dollop of mad science, and various death-traps from which the good guys always manage to extricate themselves at the last possible moment---including a terrifying oubliette built into the subterranean regions of Brede Hall. (Weirdly, Dornford Yates' thriller, Blind Corner, which I read last year, also made nasty use of an oubliette.) The novel's biggest disappoint is Elizabeth, who turns out to be a rather irritating heroine, always putting herself in danger and having to be rescued. Meanwhile, an important supporting role is played by Inspector Shane of Scotland Yard, who despite his deep suspicions of "Mr Penn" turns out to be a shrewd and reliable colleague.

    What a supra-trap this was, worthy of a modern Sweeney Todd! By rights every bone in the victim's body should be smashed by the impact with the stone floor from such a height. Mr Penn began to feel himself all over and marvelled at his miraculous escape with nothing worse than bruises and severe shock. At that moment he became aware of a shapeless something on the floor a few feet away, beneath the trap-door. Hitherto he had directed the beams of a torch along the walls and vaulting and this dark shadow had escaped his notice. Now, as he lowered the torch, he understood what had broken his fall and saved his life. The thing was the dead body of a man.
    Stiffly, Penn crept towards it. To the question instantly uppermost in his mind there could be only one answer. This was the body of Barrington Wild, the ill-fated father of a brave and loyal daughter. But as he turned the thing over he saw his mistake. The torch revealed the features, mottled and discoloured by decomposition, of a much younger man. He was clad in fashionably cut morning clothes and white spats. In his buttonhole were the shrivelled petals of an orchid. He had been dead many weeks.
    Who was he? Mr Penn had been inured by the vicissitudes of an adventurous life to such gruesome sights as this and there was no hesitation in his search through the pockets of this poor dandy's clothes. Presently he found a gold card case. The cards were engraved with the name: Mr R. L. Akenside-Wyatt...


175lyzard
Edited: Jan 18, 2020, 8:01 pm

...which marked my long-delayed resumption of The Mystery League Inc. challenge.

#14: Turmoil At Brede by Seldon Truss (published in the US in 1931 and the UK in 1932, with a second UK edition in 1936; cover art by Gene Thurston)



Another piece of simple but striking art by 'Gene'---one illustrating the scene from which my quote was taken, which occurs more than halfway through the novel and indicates that he went to the trouble of reading the book---gasp!

(Personally I doubt that a body that decomposed would do much to break a fall, but anyhoo...)

Next up in the Mystery League challenge is my current read, Francis Beeding's Death Walks In Eastrepps.

176alcottacre
Jan 18, 2020, 7:59 pm

>174 lyzard: I do hate "rather irritating heroines," don't you?

177lyzard
Jan 18, 2020, 8:01 pm

>175 lyzard:

Particularly when they're called "Elizabeth"... :)

178lyzard
Edited: Jan 19, 2020, 3:39 pm

Aside from its literary success and failures, Turmoil At Brede caused me some personal angst inasmuch as it is the second of three novels to feature Inspector Shane.

The first of the three, Gallows Bait, aka "The Living Alibi", is rare and quite expensive, which is how I'm salving my conscience over skipping it. The really irritating thing is that I'm quite sure its cost is related not to its quality, but its cover art:


  

179alcottacre
Jan 18, 2020, 8:28 pm

>178 lyzard: Well, that is some terrific cover art!

180lyzard
Jan 18, 2020, 8:30 pm

>179 alcottacre:

And for a first novel, too! Both his publishers must have been sure they were onto something good. (The hints of mad science are making me frustrated that I can't get hold of it.)

181alcottacre
Edited: Jan 18, 2020, 8:33 pm

>180 lyzard: The hints of mad science are making me frustrated that I can't get hold of it.

Yeah, I can see how that is a problem! It appeals to me for the same reason.

182lyzard
Edited: Jan 18, 2020, 9:52 pm



Passenger To Frankfurt - While waiting for his connecting flight at Geneva, Sir Stafford Nye, a lower-level diplomat whose career has stalled over a perception that he doesn't "take things seriously", is approached by a woman who makes him a startling proposition. Insisting that her life is in immediate danger, and pointing out the general resemblance between them, she begs him to change places with her and allow her to catch his flight to England. Caught up in the adventure of the moment, Nye not only gives the woman his distinctive cloak with which to disguise herself, but his passport---and goes so far as to allow her to drug him mildly, to back up his subsequent story of a robbery. Back In England, Nye learns that the woman, whose name - one of whose names - is Daphne Theodofanous, code name "Mary Ann", has done work for the British government; yet there is some suspicion that she may be a double agent and not to be trusted. However, when he encounters her again, Nye backs his own instinct---and finds himself drawn into a fight against a conspiracy that has absolute world power as its goal... Sad as it is to report, Passenger To Frankfurt represents the first outright failure of Agatha Christie's career---a career, I feel compelled to point out, was then fifty years old, which is a pretty remarkable track record. Self-evidently, this is a throwback to her political thrillers of the 1930s; but whereas those novels, however extravagant and improbable in plot, and whatever the ominous real-life events lurking in their background, always offered an engaging mixture of adventure and humour, Passenger To Frankfurt is an unhappy piece of scaremongering, written by someone out of touch with the modern world, and in particular with the political forces at work in it: something illustrated most graphically by Christie's apparent inability to conceive a threat to world peace emanating from anywhere but Germany. Perhaps most exasperating of all, though, is the novel's depiction of "these young people today", envisioned collectively as a terrifying force for violence, and nothing else---but at the same time too stupid to be violent on their own account, and easily manipulated into it by those with an agenda. Passenger To Frankfurt has a few effective scenes, and there are some nice touches in the character of Stafford Nye (even if having a middle-aged diplomat with a handle to his name as the hero in a novel written in 1970 pretty much sums up what's wrong with it); but ultimately, the only thing that raise a smile here are reappearances by characters from some of Christie's earlier works: Colonel Pikeaway, from Cat Among The Pigeons; Amy Leatheran from Murder In Mesopotamia; and the financier "Mr Robinson", also from Cat Among The Pigeons, and At Bertram's Hotel.

    "There are people capable of communicating to others a wild enthusiasm, a kind of vision of life and of happening. They can do that though it is not really by what they say, it is not the words you hear, it is not even the idea described. It's something else. It's the magnetic power that a very few men have of starting something, of producing and creating a vision. By their personal magnetism perhaps, a tone of voice, perhaps some emanation that comes forth straight from the flesh. I don't know, but it exists.
    "Such people have power. The great religious teachers had this, and so has an evil spirit power also. Belief can be created in a certain movement, in certain things to be done, things that will result in a new heaven and a new earth, and people will believe it and work for it and fight for it and even die for it."
    Lord Altamount lowered his voice as he said: "Jan Smuts put it in a phrase. He said, 'Leadership, besides being a great creative force, can be diabolical'."

183Matke
Jan 19, 2020, 10:55 am

>141 lyzard: Wow, what an intriguing and unusual cover—and what dull and trite writing!

You’re looking at reading The Last of the Mohicans next month? My sympathies. I find it intolerably boring.

>178 lyzard: et al: Love that first cover. Good to know I’m not the only one intrigued by mad science!

Good reviews here, Liz. I’m looking forward to your thought on the Francis Beeding book. I’ve been thinking about reading that one for quite a while.

184rosalita
Jan 19, 2020, 11:53 am

>173 lyzard: Agreed on the contrast with Sad Cypress. Instead of half-hoping no one would get caught for the murder, I was thinking whoever killed Mary could not possibly have a good enough reason!

185lyzard
Jan 19, 2020, 3:47 pm

>183 Matke:

You can't really see the inset image properly: it's people dancing under palm trees and coloured lights.

Move Over is one of many books that would be forgotten *if* the censors hadn't paid any attention.

I vaguely remember attempting The Last Of The Mohicans when I was way too young, but I don't have any particular lingering impression of it. (The book that killed me back then was Lorna Doone, which to this day I treat like Steve does Anthony Adverse, i.e. it's my yardstick for how something else could always be worse.)

We maddies have to stick together! :)

Thanks, Gail! Death Walks In Eastrepps is a re-read for me: it's an important example of early serial killer fiction.

>184 rosalita:

Just the usual one. :(

186lyzard
Jan 19, 2020, 3:58 pm

And speaking of the devil---

Finished Death Walks In Eastrepps for TIOLI #4.

Now reading Nemesis by Agatha Christie.

187swynn
Jan 19, 2020, 5:18 pm

>185 lyzard: Oh dear. Now I'm tempted to read Lorna Doone just to see if things really could be worse.

No. Too many better books still to read, and AA fills that spot just fine.

Still ...

I read Last of the Mohicans as an undergrad, and there were several things I really liked about it. Not enough to motivate a reread, but I'm looking forward to your thoughts.

188japaul22
Jan 19, 2020, 5:31 pm

>158 lyzard: what an interesting article! Thanks for sharing.

189lyzard
Edited: Jan 19, 2020, 6:11 pm

>187 swynn:

I was always a precocious reader, and when I was not very old my mother started buying me a set of classics---

Please help! does anyone else remember these and can you tell me the series name / publisher??

---that were a set of 50 books (I think) and numbered accordingly. They were quite small, hardcover books with bright front covers and the whole list of numbered books on their back covers.

I don't remember all of them but I know the series included Little Women, Good Wives and Little Men; What Katy Did and What Katy Did Next; Oliver Twist; The Three Musketeers; Around The World In Eighty Days; Heidi---

Oh, how strange! - I vividly remember the cover of Heidi; I wonder if I can track this down through that?

This is the image, I'm sure. Probably we got a local version of a British publisher's series. Anyway, I can chase this down:



ANYWAY---

Lorna Doone was part of this series. Even then I must have been completely OCD because even though I couldn't have understood more than one word in ten, I forced myself through it and would not let myself put it aside or move on in the series until I had. I'm pretty sure this took me a year or close to it.

I re-read it a few years ago. It was a rather different experience - astonishing what a difference knowing what the Monmouth Rebellion was made! - but the scars of that first encounter linger and the book remains my personal yardstick for a tortuous read.

(The punchline to this is the book's very beginning: If anybody cares to read a simple tale told simply...)

The Last Of The Mohicans may have been part of the same series, though I suspect my first encounter was actually via a set of Reader's Digest abridged versions we had at that time because I can remember an illustration.

190lyzard
Jan 19, 2020, 6:13 pm

>188 japaul22:

Hi, Jennifer - interesting, but so depressing!

191lyzard
Edited: Jan 19, 2020, 6:31 pm

GOT YOU!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, dear: I feel another reading challenge coming on.

The answer to my above brain-cudgelling is the Dean's Classics series from the publishers Dean & Son; I probably had an early 70s reissue of a 50s release: the covers are different but the list is the same:

(Hmm... Apparently I found Moby Dick less of a struggle than Lorna Doone! - or perhaps more likely my set was incomplete; or maybe some of them were abridged?)

1. Heidi (by Johanna Spyri)
2. What Katy Did (by Susan Coolidge)
3. What Katy Did Next (by Susan Coolidge)
4. Robin Hood and His Merry Men
5. Treasure Island (by R. L. Stevenson)
6. Little Women (by Louisa M. Alcott)
7. Moby Dick (by Herman Melville)
8. Black Beauty (by Anna Sewell)
9. Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass (by Lewis Carroll)
10. The Three Musketeers (by Alexandre Dumas)

11. Children of the New Forest (by Capt. Marryat)
12. King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table
13. Around the World in Eighty Days (by Jules Verne)
14. Good Wives (by Louisa M. Alcott)
15. Jo's Boys (by Louisa M. Alcott)
16. Wuthering Heights (by Emily Bronte)
17. Jane Eyre (by Charlotte Bronte)
18. Lorna Doone (by R. D. Blackmore)
19. Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea (by Jules Verne)
20. Vanity Fair (by W. M. Thackeray)

21. The Man in the Iron Mask (by Alexandre Dumas)
22. Great Expectations (by Charles Dickens)
23. Coral Island (by R. M. Ballantyne)
24. A Tale of Two Cities (by Charles Dickens)
25. The Last of the Mohicans (by J. Fenimore Cooper)
26. Pride and Prejudice (by Jane Austen)
27. Oliver Twist (by Charles Dickens)
28. Ivanhoe (by Sir Walter Scott)
29. Gulliver's Travels (by Jonathan Swift)
30. The Water Babies (by Charles Kingsley)

31. Robinson Crusoe (by Daniel Defoe)
32. Tom Brown's Schooldays (by Thomas Hughes)
33. The Black Arrow (by R. L . Stevenson)
34. Kidnapped (by R. L . Stevenson)
35. Little Men (by Louisa M. Alcott)
36. Ben-Hur (by Lew Wallace)
37. The Swiss Family Robinson (by Johann R. Wyss)
38. Adventures of Tom Sawyer (by Mark Twain)
39. Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales
40. Grimm's Fairy Tales

41. Vilette (by Charlotte Bronte)
42. Son of Black Beauty (by Phyllis Briggs)
43. The Pilgrim's Progress (by John Bunyan)
44. A Christmas Carol (by Charles Dickens)
45. Saint George for England (by G. A. Henty)
46. Winning His Spurs (by G. A. Henty)
47. Barchester Towers (by Anthony Trollope)
48. The Black Tulip (by Alexandre Dumas)
49. King Solomon's Mines (by H. Rider Haggard)
50. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (by Mark Twain)

192kac522
Jan 19, 2020, 6:27 pm

>191 lyzard: Bravo! for figuring it out! As to a new challenge, you did read them once upon a time, so you really don't need to read them again...or do you?? :D

193lyzard
Jan 19, 2020, 6:34 pm

>192 kac522:

:D

Wellll... I can imagine approaching it as I do the C. K. Shorter challenge, i.e. "I have read this and remember it, so I don't have to read it again."

194SandyAMcPherson
Jan 20, 2020, 3:02 pm

>187 swynn: LOL. I'm tempted to read Lorna Doone just to see if things really could be worse
With that as your objective, you won't be disappointed.

195lyzard
Edited: Jan 20, 2020, 5:21 pm



The Impenetrable Secret, Find It Out! - Francis Lathom was of the last wave of authors of the Gothic novel---in fact, he kept it up into the 1820s, long past the genre's perceived "use-by date", with Charles Maturin's Melmoth The Wanderer, published in 1820, usually considered the final word upon the subject. Be that as it may, Lathom's Gothics span the spectrum from the classic "terrifying adventures in a castle in the mountains" variety to the "domestic-Gothic", in which the conventions of the genre were imposed upon a more recognisable reality. Published in 1805, The Impenetrable Secret, Find It Out! is an example of the latter---unfolding in Italy, to be sure, but on the whole in familiar and non-threatening settings such as pleasant country villas. Our heroine is Averilla, an orphan, who is taken in by her uncle and aunt, and raised with her cousins, Hyppolita and Felix, the latter of whom was born blind, to his parents' great grief. When Averilla is eighteen, the young owner of a neighbouring estate, the Signor Sylvio di Rosalva, takes up residence there. Averilla is strongly drawn to the handsome young man in spite of his sometimes erratic behaviour and outbursts that suggest a secret grief, and begins to cherish a hope that he returns her affection. She is therefore dismayed when her uncle abruptly announces that he has arranged a marriage for her with the Conte Lorenzo della Piacca. Upon being introduced to the Conte, Averilla must admit to herself that he is a man she might learn to love; yet she continues to cling to the thought of Sylvio until he himself dashes all her hopes. Indeed, he does more: before the shrine of Saint Francis, and under the most solemn oath of silence, Sylvio confides to Averilla the incredible secret that must part them forever, and which shapes his life... The Impenetrable Secret, Find It Out! is an odd, rather mixed book, quite as intent upon lecturing the reader on right and wrong as in untangling the strange mystery that surrounds Sylvio de Rosalva. The former would grow tiresome except that Francis Lathom's viewpoint is not always that of conventional morality, being more intent upon generosity of spirit than "correctness" (for example, Averilla's adoption of the Conte's illegitimate daughter, and the Conte's trust of Averilla in her dealings with her former love). He also thumbs its nose at several prevailing conventions of the genre, first by having Averilla get over her first love, and then by depicting the success of what is basically an arranged marriage. However, the real pleasure of this novel rests upon its tacit rejection of the sneering stereotype that a woman can't keep a secret: Averilla keeps hers, or rather Sylvio's, through hell and high water, as all sorts of bizarre and dangerous events begin to unfold. Most of these involve the bewildering behaviour of Sylvio himself, whose erratic behaviour and lapses of memory make Averilla fear for his mental stability. Of course, the secret is eventually revealed, but not until Sylvio, Averilla and the Conte have battled through a dark mystery involving feuding families, murder and revenge. As for the nature of it--- One part of that secret is anything but "impenetrable" (experienced readers of any sort of mystery will pick up on it quickly enough), but it turns out to have another component that is far less predictable---a twist in the tail that makes this novel a great deal of fun.

    "I am convinced that Rodovina Maritos expressed more than a common emotion of features, when Sylvio informed the Court of his suspicion of her having had some acquaintance with the secret of his fate."
    "And would you not yourself have felt surprised," returned Averilla, "If anyone had declared himself ignorant of his birth, and accused you to a public Court of having some concealed knowledge of it?---I do not wonder at evem a wretch like Rodovina betraying astonishment at such a declaration being made concerning her."
    "Do you think it impossible that she should know anything concerning him? You are yourself entrusted with a secret by him," said the Conte.
    "Which is known alone to me and the Signora Bianca," replied Averilla; "and if he supposed a third person to be acquainted with it, he would much rather use means to procure their silence, than to provoke them to publication---least of all in the Court of Justice."
    A tear had started in Averilla's eye as she spoke.---The Conte observed it, and his feelings gained warmth from the evident emotion of her's, he exclaimed---"Heaven restore him to happiness!"
    "Indeed, indeed, he merits the reward of Heaven!" replied the Contessa; "his unhappiness is one of those mysteries which Heaven conceals from the eyes of its creatures. Were it in any instance allowable to arraign the justice of Providence, it would surely be so in the case of the unfortunate Sylvio di Rosalva, who, doomed from his birth to a life of the most cruel, most uncommon nature, instead of receiving from Providence strength equal to the trials through which he is destined to pass, loses even his reason in a cause, in the producing of which he has himself had no concern. But I am wanton in my speech; Heaven cannot be unjust, and sooner or later the virtues of Sylvio must be rewarded; and great will be his recompence, if the renumeration be equal to the pangs of the sufferer."

196lyzard
Jan 20, 2020, 5:23 pm

>194 SandyAMcPherson:

Harsh but fair, Sandy! :D

197lyzard
Jan 20, 2020, 6:04 pm



The Sleuth Of St. James's Square - This 1920 collection of short stories by the American author, Melville Davisson Post, is strange and rather disappointing. Technically these tales all feature Sir Henry Marquis, the head (or in some stories, former head) of the C.I.D. at Scotland Yard, but this attempt to use a reappearing character to suggest that the stories are all linked is forced and unsuccessful. In fact, the stories are all over the place---geographically, historically, and structurally. Sir Henry barely appears in some of them; in others he is hearing about someone else's "sleuthing"; and in others again, we find him reading aloud from an old diary. And even when Sir Henry does appear properly, the stories are undermined by Post's misunderstanding of British police and government arrangements (for example, he seems to think the Secret Service is a branch of Scotland Yard). In some respects, the most interesting stories are the "diary" ones - The Wrong Sign, The Fortune Teller and The Hole In The Mahogany Panel - which deal with crime and justice in Colonial America. Those dealing with a super-crook called Mulehaus - The Reward and American Horses - are amusing, not least because here Sir Henry - or his stand-in sleuth - are not always successful. Overall, however, there is a perfunctory air about this collection which is doubly disappointing for those of us who know what Post could do if he really tried---i.e. his extraordinary early work, The Strange Schemes Of Randolph Mason.

    It was an ancient diary in a faded leather cover. The writing was fine and delicate, and the ink yellow with age. Sir Henry Marquis turned the pages slowly and with care for the paper was fragile.
    We had dined early at the Ritz and come in later to his great home in St. James's Square.
    He wished to show me this old diary that had come to him from a branch of his mother's family in Virginia---a branch that had gone out with a King's grant when Virginia was a crown colony. The collateral ancestor, Pendleton, had been a justice of the peace in Virginia, and a spinster daughter had written down some of the strange cases with which her father had been concerned.
    Sir Henry Marquis believed that these cases in their tragic details, and their inspirational, deductive handling, equaled any of our modern time. The great library overlooking St. James's Square, was curtained off from London. Sir Henry read by the fire; and I listened, returned, as by some recession of time to the Virginia of a vanished decade...

198alcottacre
Jan 20, 2020, 6:14 pm

>182 lyzard: I thought I had read every Agatha Christie book - even her Mary Westmacott ones - but for the life of me, I cannot remember that one. I am not sure if I have ever read it. If not, it does not sound like I missed much!

199lyzard
Jan 20, 2020, 6:16 pm

>199 lyzard:

No, people tend to politely overlook it. :(

The completist in me is glad I've read it but I'd never press it on anyone else.

200alcottacre
Jan 20, 2020, 6:20 pm

>199 lyzard: The completist in me is glad I've read it but I'd never press it on anyone else.

People might wonder about your taste in books if you did!

201rosalita
Jan 20, 2020, 6:25 pm

>182 lyzard: Oh, dear. I've resolved to read all of Aggie's non-series works once I've wrapped up Poirot, but I'm not sure I'll go out of my way to track that one down. Thanks for taking one for the team, Liz!

202lyzard
Jan 20, 2020, 6:43 pm

>200 alcottacre:

I'm pretty sure people already wonder about my taste in books!

>201 rosalita:

One way of looking at it is that it is interesting in its very wrongheadedness. :)

203lyzard
Edited: Jan 20, 2020, 7:21 pm



Chaste As Ice, Pure As Snow - Arthur Forrest and his cousin, Adèle Churchill, move quickly to help when a woman faints during an expedition at the Royal Academy. Both young people are struck by the woman's beauty and, when she recovers, the air of refinement that belays her shabby appearance. Revealing only that her name is Margaret Grey, she thanks them for their assistance but is scrupulous about concealing from them her address. When chance reunites the three, Adèle conceives a sort of hero-worship of the older woman, whose grace and dignity are in striking contrast to her poor circumstances; while Arthur - though more or less engaged to his cousin - falls passionately in love with her. However, the two learn that Margaret is separated from her husband, Maurice Grey, who left her after - she solemnly swears - misunderstanding a meeting between herself and another man, who she loved before her marriage. Now, the loss of her small fortune has forced Margaret to leave her young daughter behind at the seaside cottage where they lodge, in order to find employment in London. Though his personal hopes are dashed, Arthur's romantic passion for Margaret inspires him to devote himself to the search for the long-absent Maurice Grey, to convince him of his injustice and restore him to his wife... I was disappointed in this romantic melodrama from 1874. Charlotte Despard was a remarkable woman - a suffragist and a political activist - and I was expecting better from her than a hardline piece of religious / didactic moralising. Chaste As Ice, Pure As Snow is certainly about "the wrongs of woman", but it is not at all an angry book---as it absolutely should be, given its plot. On the contrary, it walks the conventional path, with Margaret being brutally punished, almost unto death, for her one small misstep; while Maurice Grey's ridiculous jealousy and his appalling treatment of his wife and child are shrugged off with, "Oh, well, he's a man, let's just forgive and forget." And of course, Margaret never stops loving Maurice despite little things like him leaving his family to starve. Nevertheless---the novel is not without interest, albeit mostly in its side-plots, one of which finds the callow Arthur chasing Maurice Grey all over Europe and Russia, and growing up in the process. The most bizarre aspect of the book, however, is that involving the eccentric and sinister M. L'Estrange, who Margaret once loved but dismissed upon discovering his true character. Having schemed to create the rift between Margaret and Maurice in the first place, when L'Estrange tracks her down again he tries to take advantage of her solitary state and, when rejected for a second time, revenges himself upon her by kidnapping her young daughter. Laura is one of those exasperating saintly children so commonly found in Victorian fiction, and promptly sets about reforming the retrobate who, in his first remorse, contemplates returning the child to Margaret---only to decide that he needs Laura more than she does. Despite its over-length and its heavy-handed religious aspects, the relationship that develops between Laura and L'Estrange is by far the most interesting thing about this novel. It is also the only point at which Despard gives us A Scene We'd Like To See---to wit, when Maurice Grey catches up with the pair, he is mortified to discover that Laura prefers her kidnapper to her father. And rightly so.

    And in the mean time L'Estrange enjoyed his peculiar position and the kind of mystery that the beautiful, fair-haired child excited among the few of his friends whom he could not avoid meeting. Mystery had always been one of his chief tools. He delighted in wrapping himself up in this misty obscurity. It challenged curiosity and excited interest. He was given to appearing and disappearing without rendering to any one an account of his motives, and the rumours current about him were many... To say the truth, the aims of his journey were as varied and complex as himself. This was not the first that had been undertaken with a good object, though never before, perhaps, had self been so entirely set aside.
    Maurice Grey was his enemy. He had taken his treasure. He had possessed himself---for the fact was slowly dawning on his mind through the child's innocent prattle---not only of the person, but of the heart and affections, of the one woman in all the world for whom he had ever cherished a perfect sympathy. For although L'Estrange had felt many times a certain power in womanhood, although his senses had been enchained and his self-love flattered, yet it was true that this time only had his whole being been surrendered, this once only had love become one with his life---entered into him as a thing from which nothing but death could free him.
    Sometimes, as with his child beside him he wandered through the gay city, it came over him like a flood what it would be to come upon this man, to look into his face, to behold in it the workings of that soul which for an apparent weakness could have cast off Margaret; and then to do what? To take his revenge by proclaiming in words that could not be denied the purity of his forsaken wife---by giving up into his keeping the child whose young love he had despised.
    And if, after all, he should be unworthy of this happiness? L'Estrange was walking through the Champs Elysées with Laura late in the afternoon of a sultry day when this thought dawned upon him. He stopped, and sitting down on one of the chairs drew the child to his knees. There was a fierce determination in his face that half frightened her.
    "Mon père!" she said gently.
    He turned his face from her and hid it with his hand. L'Estrange was vowing a great vow with himself. "By Heaven!" he muttered, but so low that she could not hear, "I will watch him, and if I read this weakness in his face he shall never know."


204lyzard
Edited: Jan 21, 2020, 6:06 am



Tracks In The Snow - This 1906 publication by Godfrey Rathbone Benson (also Baron Charnwood, under which title his books are sometimes listed) is a remarkable mystery novel---chiefly because it seems to have been written a couple of decades earlier than it should have been. Like E. C. Bentley's famous work, Trent's Last Case - only, it seems, accidentally - Tracks In The Snow reads like a deconstruction of not just the mystery genre generally, but of the figure of the amateur detective in particular. The story is narrated by the Reverend Robert Driver, who is one of four guests to spend the evening with Eustace Peters, a retired official of the Consular Service who owns a country house in his parish. The others are James Callaghan, a bluff, eccentric Irishman with a high opinion of himself and an interest in crime; William Vane-Cartright, a wealthy City merchant now settled in England after many years in the East; and Melchior Thalberg, another businessman. At the end of the evening, Mr Driver departs with Thalberg, who is staying at the local inn; while Callaghan and Vane-Cartright are to stay the night. The following morning, Peters is found stabbed to death in his bed; a window is open, and in the snow below are discovered a long line of tracks and a buried ladder. Police suspicion immediately focuses upon Reuben Trewethy, Peters' gardener and handyman, a moody, sullen man of uncertain temper, who had an angry confrontation with the dead man not long before the murder. Mr Driver, however, becomes convinced for a variety of reasons that not only is Trewethy innocent, but an attempt has been made to frame him: not least because, or so some people insist, when the body was discovered those tracks in the snow weren't there... So far, so familiar; but from here nothing in Tracks In The Snow plays out as experience would now lead us to suggest. For one thing---we are told who the murderer is about a third of the way through; with the rest of the story being about Mr Driver's efforts to prove in some concrete fashion what he knows to be true. For another, Driver is an amateur in the basic sense of that word. He overlooks things; he doubts himself; he makes mistakes; he even blunders into giving his suspicions away to the killer, thus putting both himself and his wife in danger. Furthermore---Mr Driver is a working man, with many responsibilities. His investigation therefore plays out in fits and starts, over many months, as he can squeeze it in between his parish and family responsibilities: no gentleman-of-leisure-turned-sleuth here. Nevertheless, Driver's persistence finally confirms him in a belief that the motive for Eustace Peters' murder was nothing less than another murder, that of a man called Longhurst, one passed off then as an accident; and if he is finding a murder just committed so hard to solve, how on earth is he to go about solving one committed years before, half a world away...? Tracks In The Snow is by no means a perfect novel. In particular, Benson has a habit of reporting conversations indirectly rather than just giving them, making stretches of the narrative a bit of a slog. However, the book's unusual structure and its bizarre foreshadowing of subsequent developments in the mystery genre make it a very worthwhile read.

    So then the mystery of Longhurst's fate was not for me to unravel. Peters had held the clue of it, and had died because he held it; Verschoyle perhaps had the clue and was dead too, probably from some other cause; neither had recorded his secret, or the record could not be found. As for the manner of Peters' death, what further place was there to look in for some fresh discovery? I had already heard all that any of my old parishioners, any grow man or woman among them, knew, and it was less than I knew, and I had searched the neighbourhood for news, quietly, but I hoped no less effectively; the police, I was now ready to believe, had searched as zealously and more wisely.
    And so the murderer was to go unhanged, and why not, after all? he was not a homicidal maniac but a wise criminal, rather more unlikely than most men to commit any further crime. Even his gains, however ill-gotten, were not likely to be more harmfully spent than those of many a better man. And no innocent man suffered under suspicion...
    Thus I tried to think, as I left England for a few weeks in the late spring of 1897 to join my wife and our daughter, who was now much stronger, in Italy; but, whatever I tried to think, I had always with me that consciousness of a purpose frustrated or let go, which is perhaps the hardest thing to bear well and the most enervating thing to bear ill...

205alcottacre
Jan 21, 2020, 3:58 am

>202 lyzard: I will concede that you have a point :)

>203 lyzard: Ugh. That is all I can think of to say.

>204 lyzard: That one sounds like it has promise. Into the BlackHole it goes!

206souloftherose
Jan 21, 2020, 2:03 pm

>191 lyzard: Isn't it nice when you figure stuff like that out? I think I have some Enid Blyton editions in nice hardbacks from Dean Press - I wonder if it was the same publisher?

>195 lyzard: I remember enjoying Italian Mysteries from your tutored read with Madeline. The Impenetrable Secret. Find it Out! doesn't sound quite as much fun even if the title seems more appealing to me.

>204 lyzard: That one sounds interesting and the title makes me think it's crying out for a reissue by something like the British Library Crime Classics series as their Christmas/winter mystery book (although I see it's been reprinted by Black Heath so possibly that's no longer an option).

207lyzard
Edited: Jan 21, 2020, 4:31 pm

>205 alcottacre:

:)

I think it's worth a read if you have any interest in the roots of the genre.

>206 souloftherose:

Hi, sweetie, how are you doing?

That fuzzy memory had bothered me before though I hadn't been provoked into hunting down the answer. What's puzzling me now is my sense that they were somehow intended as children's books---"introduction to the classics", that sort of thing. Yet unless the child was *me* I can't imagine how that would have worked.

I had some of those Enid Blytons too though not so many or in any coherent fashion. Yes, I'm sure they were Dean & Son too now that I think about it.

It's not as extravagant as Italian Mysteries, but it has its moments and the secret is fun. It is also only a two-volume novel - almost unheard of! - so it doesn't wear out its welcome.

I'm not sure how those inexpensive Black Heath releases work---they can't possibly be paying copyright on all those books. Surely its just a matter of us paying for the Kindle conversion of works in the public domain? Anyway--- Tracks In The Snow is available through Black Heath, but it's also still around as a free ebook so it would be a possibility for BLCC reissue. I agree that it deserves to be better known.

208SandDune
Jan 21, 2020, 4:34 pm

>191 lyzard: I had some of those! Definitely The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Around the World in Eighty Days and possibly Lorna Doone and Children of the New Forest as well. I think I agree with you about Lorna Doone being a tortuous read. R.D. Blackmore wrote a book called Maid of Sker which I've always meant to read as it's set in my home town (or rather in the villages which predate my hometown being built) but I've never managed to get more than a few pages in!

209lyzard
Jan 21, 2020, 5:36 pm

>208 SandDune:

It's always nice to be reassured you're not imagining things!

I haven't attempted that one, but for what it's worth, Blackmore apparently considered it a better book than Lorna Doone. {Insert your own sarcastic remark here}

210lyzard
Jan 21, 2020, 7:56 pm



Asta's Book (US title: Anna's Book) - In 1905, Asta Westerby, a Danish immigrant living in London, begins to keep a diary during one of her husband's many absences from home. Unknown to her family, through many years to follow she continues to record her thoughts and experiences on paper... Discovered after her death, translated and published, Asta's diaries are an extraordinary popular success; while Asta's daughter, Swanhild, gains her own measure of fame as her mother's editor and representative. Yet behind her public façade, Swanny is tortured by the one thing that the diaries, otherwise startlingly frank, do not reveal: the truth about her birth... In 1991, when her aunt dies, Ann Eastbrook inherits her estate---and becomes the keeper of her grandmother's legacy. Almost immediately, she is contacted by an old acquaintance, Cary Oliver, who is involved in the production of a television drama about a notorious murder case. Cary points out that there are references to some of the people involved in the case in the translated diaries, but that there is also a gap in the entries around the time of the murder. Ann agrees to access the original notebooks, and discovers that the gap does not represent a pause Asta's writing, but that several pages have been torn out: pages that coincide with the date not only of the murder, but Swanny's birth... Written by Ruth Rendell under the pseudonym "Barbara Vine", Asta's Book is an early example of the dual-timeframe narrative, with approximately half the text given over to Asta's diary entries, the other half to Ann's efforts to solve the twin mysteries represented by those missing pages. This is a book with a lot to offer, although it is not entirely successful: none of the characters are particularly engaging, even Asta herself, who is more interesting than likeable; which to be fair was probably the intention, although it does impact the reader's degree of emotional involvement in the book's eventual revelations. On the other hand, the diary entries are very well done, funny and insightful, occasionally cruel, often maddeningly oblique (we, like Ann, must resort to close reading and deduction to extract their full meaning); while the book's seemingly disparate plots come together in a very satisfying way. Perhaps not surprisingly, the parallel detective stories that emerge are the strongest aspect of Asta's Book, in particular the account of the murder of Elizabeth Roper. Astonishingly, Rendell went to the lengths of creating a fictional entry in the real Famous Trials true-crime series published by Penguin, which is "reproduced" in full in her text. Thus the reader learns the details of the brutal murder, the trial of Alfred Roper, and the disappearance of fourteen-month-old Edith Roper, no trace of whom was ever found. Meanwhile, Ann learns that, after becoming famous via the publications of the diaries - chiefly famous as her mother's daughter - Swanny received a spiteful anonymous letter insisting that she was not Asta's real child at all: an accusation which Asta dismissed, laughed at, grew angry over, apologised for---everything but answered. Studying the diaries for the tiniest of hints and allusions, Ann stays alert for anything that might not just throw light upon an unsolved crime, but reveal this one secret that Asta, otherwise so devastatingly frank, was compelled to hide even from herself...

    "In Volume I, in Asta, the very first entries, there's a bit about what's she called, the maid..."
    "Hansine."
    "Yes, Hansine, coming home and saying she'd made friends with the maid in a lodging house in the next street or a street nearby... And she goes on to say more later, about the woman coming to tea with Hansine and the people she works for. Well, the people she worked for were Roper and his wife and mother-in-law. There! D'you mean you really didn't know?"
    The name meant nothing to me. I wonder now that I didn't ask to be enlightened but I didn't and just made a date with Cary to meet her in two days' time. The beginnings of curiosity came when I'd put the phone down. I found my own copy of Asta and read those first entries. There was no mention of anyone called Roper. I found the reference to the old man falling down in the street, to Hansine's friend and the people she worked for. They were the man and his wife and the wife's mother. The maid spoke of 'her mistress, Mrs Hyde', not Mrs Roper. Later on, Asta wrote how she went to the street where these people lived, looked at their house and saw a woman come out with a child.
    That was the entry for July 26th, 1905, two days before Swanny's birth. There were no more entries until August 30th, something i'd never noticed before and which rather surprised me, though it did no more than that at the time. Gaps did occur in the diaries, Asta hadn't written in her notebooks every day, nor for that matter every week. Later on I found a reference on October 15th to 'the man who murdered his wife in Navarino Road', but again no name was given. That was all. No explanations, no details. Asta evidently wasn't much concerned. Nor was I---then...


211lyzard
Jan 21, 2020, 7:58 pm

Ahem. US title change. :)

Does anyone know why in the American edition of Rendell's book, the character's name was changed from 'Asta' to 'Anna'?

212alcottacre
Jan 21, 2020, 8:19 pm

>211 lyzard: I have no idea why they changed the title. It means they would have had to change the titular character's name throughout the entire book too, which I would have thought to be too much work.

213lyzard
Jan 21, 2020, 10:25 pm

December stats:

Works read: 12
TIOLI: 12, in 12 different challenges, with 1 shared read

Mystery / thriller: 5
Contemporary drama: 3
Classic: 2
Historical drama: 1
Non-fiction: 1

Re-reads: 2
Series works: 2
Blog reads: 0
1932: 0
1931: 1
Virago / Persephone: 0
Potential decommission: 1

Owned: 6
Library: 0
Ebooks: 6

Male authors : female authors: 7 : 5
{NB: anthology authors and editors not included in totals}

Oldest work: The Impenetrable Secret, Find It Out! by Francis Lathom (1805)
Newest work: Serial Killers: The Insatiable Passion by David Lester (1995)

***************
FINAL STATISTICS 2019:

Works read: 139
TIOLI: 139, in 125 different challenges, with 17 shared reads

Mystery / thriller: 65 (48.6%)
Contemporary drama: 21 (15.1%)
Classics: 20 (14.4%)
Historical drama: 11 (7.9%)
Non-fiction: 10 (7.2%)
Short stories: 4 (2.9%)
Young adult: 4 (2.9%)
Horror: 2 (1.4%)
Anthology: 1 (0.7%)
Humour: 1 (0.7%)

Re-reads: 23 (16.5%)
Series works: 62 (44.6%)
Blog reads: 4 (2.9%)
1932: 4 (2.9%)
1931: 14 (10.1%)
Virago / Persephone: 2 (1.4%)
Potential decommission: 7 (5.0%)

Owned: 36 (25.9%)
Library: 45 (32.4%)
Ebooks: 58 (41.7%)

Male authors : female authors : 80 : 59 (57.6% : 42.4%)
{NB: anthology authors and editors not included in totals}

Oldest work: Emmeline, The Orphan Of The Castle by Charlotte Smith (1788)
Newest work: The Social Life Of Fluids: Blood, Milk, And Water In The Victorian Novel by Jules David Law (2010)

214lyzard
Edited: Jan 21, 2020, 10:30 pm

And with that, I have completed my 2019 reviews (blog-posts and all!).

One sloth just ain't gunna cut it:


215rosalita
Jan 21, 2020, 10:31 pm

When was Asta's Book published, Liz? Because of course the most famous Asta in the U.S. during the 1930s-40s was Asta the adorable wire-haired terrier who starred (yes, starred!) in the Thin Man series of mystery movies co-starring Myrna Loy and William Powell as Nick and Nora Charles. He even has an IMDb page!

And if Asta became Anna in the U.S. edition, did her niece Ann then become ... who?

216rosalita
Jan 21, 2020, 10:32 pm

>214 lyzard: SLOTHS!!!!!!!!!! A whole basket of SLOTHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now that's how you wrap up a year's worth of reviews.

217lyzard
Edited: Jan 21, 2020, 10:39 pm

>212 alcottacre:

Agreed, it seems crazy!

>215 rosalita:

1993, so I sincerely doubt it. I keep thinking of the Astors, which is even sillier. :)

Of course I don't know but you're right, Anna / Ann would become a bit problematic over a long book.

(Ahem. I made a point of setting the canonical title to 'Asta'... :D )

>216 rosalita:

You're welcome. :)

218rosalita
Jan 21, 2020, 10:40 pm

>217 lyzard: Wait, you read a book published in 1993?! What is this world coming to? Did you mistakenly think it had been published in 1893? Or 1939? I feel like I don't know up from down anymore. :-P

219alcottacre
Jan 21, 2020, 10:45 pm

>214 lyzard: That picture makes me want one!

220lyzard
Jan 21, 2020, 10:47 pm

>218 rosalita:

:P

It's for my potential decommission / random-books-out-of-the-bag self-challenge, which in addition to my own accumulated stuff that I'm sorting through includes books from family members because "You like books right?" or "I'm getting rid of these books, here, you take them."

I have no memory at all of when / how I acquired Asta's Book. :)

FYI, next up is Minette Waters' Disordered Minds from 2003!!!!!!!!!!????????

221lyzard
Jan 21, 2020, 10:48 pm

>219 alcottacre:

Every sloth picture makes me want one. :D

222alcottacre
Jan 21, 2020, 11:09 pm

>221 lyzard: I love watching the baby sloth videos on YouTube. They are just adorable.

223rosalita
Jan 21, 2020, 11:18 pm

>123 casvelyn: FYI, next up is Minette Waters' Disordered Minds from 2003!!!!!!!!!!????????

Quick, someone throw a vase full of stale flower water in my face! I think I've got the vapors.

224lyzard
Jan 21, 2020, 11:30 pm

>223 rosalita:

I'll throw more than that in a minute... :D

225lyzard
Edited: Jan 21, 2020, 11:41 pm

Anyhoo---

Having got this far I could start my new thread; but I think instead I'll put my 2019 Best Ofs here and then start fresh.

I also think I'll keep last year's format of breaking things into challenge reading, mystery / thriller reading and general reading: doing it that way is less likely to result in apples vs oranges.

226lyzard
Edited: Jan 22, 2020, 4:18 am

2019 reading:

The best-seller challenge:

I managed to keep to my one-a-month schedule for this challenge. In 2019 my reading covered the years 1943 - 1954, however I only read 11 books because one of them made it to #1 twice.

Note that the dates given are the years a book reached #1 on the list, not the year of publication:

- The Robe by Lloyd C. Douglas (1943 and 1953)
- Strange Fruit by Lilian Smith (1944)
- Forever Amber by Kathleen Winsor (1945)
- The King's General by Daphne du Maurier (1946)
- The Miracle Of The Bells by Russell Janney (1947)
- The Big Fisherman by Lloyd C. Douglas (1948)
- The Egyptian by Mika Waltari (1949)
- The Cardinal by Henry Morton Robinson (1950)
- From Here To Eternity by James Jones (1951)
- The Silver Chalice by Thomas B. Costain (1952)
- Not As A Stranger by Morton Thompson (1954)

The standout book for me is also the group's clear outlier:



Lilian Smith's raw examination of race relations in a small Southern town in the years after WWI seems to me a completely improbable best-seller, and I can only be grateful for whatever literary and/or social forces brought this about.

My runners-up are both works of historical fiction notable for both their relative ease of reading despite their complex events and their historical accuracy:

  

As for the rest---

To be honest, the over-abundance of religiously-themed fiction made it increasingly difficult to react to any one book on its own merit. However, it is also true that each of them individually suffers from a tendency to write their subject matter into the ground---

---which is something that afflicts the group's remaining three novels as well, all of them distinctly irreligious, so it isn't just that.

Of these eight books, I have only this to say:

AN EDITOR!! AN EDITOR!! MY KINGDOM FOR AN EDITOR!!!!

Still...none of them were as bad as Anthony Adverse... :D

227Helenliz
Jan 22, 2020, 2:23 am

aw a huddle of sloths barely does the conclusion of the year justice. And it's not yet the end of January!! That puts you pretty much ahead of yourself. >:-)

>226 lyzard: your exclamation made me snort just a bit.

228lyzard
Jan 22, 2020, 4:17 am

>227 Helenliz:

Thank you, Helen! Pity about January, but then there's always February, amiright??

Oh, that I was kidding!



:D

229lyzard
Edited: Jan 22, 2020, 3:30 pm

2019 reading:

The Agatha Christie chronological challenge:

I also kept to my one-a-month schedule for Agatha, reading 12 twelve books published between 1959 - 1970, inclusive:

- Cat Among The Pigeons
- The Adventure Of The Christmas Pudding
- The Pale Horse
- The Mirror Crack'd From Side To Side
- The Clocks
- A Caribbean Mystery
- At Bertram's Hotel
- Third Girl
- Endless Night
- By The Pricking Of My Thumbs
- Hallowe'en Party
- Passenger To Frankfurt

The standard was fairly consistent across the years, with the single exception of the outright failure of Passenger To Frankfurt, discussed above.

On the other hand, so late in Christie's career, we find no sign of her winging it, but rather still trying interesting experiments like the disturbing Endless Night.

I find myself inclined to highlight these three (which also have the merit of mixing it up a bit):

    

Poirot is something of a support act in Cat Among The Pigeons, but I love the characters of Julia Upjohn and her mother: Julia makes a fascinating amateur detective, and her matter-of-fact revelation of her mother's whereabouts never fails to crack me up.

In the spirit of pushing back against the exasperating "English mysteries are all set in quaint villages and Miss Marple is their poster child" argument, I nominate A Caribbean Mystery, which finds Janie sunning herself in Jamaica in between solving (and preventing) murders while wearing a fluffy pink head-scarf. (The fluffy pink head-scarf is very important.)

The Pale Horse was one of the first Christies I ever read, lo, these many years ago, not realising at that time how anomalous it was. Its creepy weirdness has stayed with me ever since.

230lyzard
Jan 22, 2020, 3:59 pm

2019 reading:

Miss Silver shared reads:

Julia and I (lately in company with some TIOLIers) are reading Patricia Wentworth's Miss Maud Silver mysteries together, one every two months:

- Eternity Ring (1948)
- Miss Silver Comes To Stay (1948)
- The Catherine-Wheel (1949)
- The Brading Collection (1950)
- Through The Wall (1950)
- The Ivory Dagger (1950)

Overall this year's crop was not as strong as 2018's. We are in agreement that the stronger novels in this series are those in which the inevitable romantic subplot is properly integrated in the mystery, and the supporting cast doesn't overwhelm the action: faults which bring down both The Catherine-Wheel and The Brading Collection.

Conversely, the most satisfying blending of Wentworth's elements was found here:



And an honourable mention, chiefly for Mactavish the cat:



231lyzard
Jan 22, 2020, 4:23 pm

2019 reading:

The C. K. Shorter 'Best 100 Novels' challenge:

I wasn't as regular as I would like in my reading for this challenge, which is something I would like to rectify in 2020. However, I did manage to complete:

- Kenilworth by Walter Scott (1821)
- Bracebridge Hall; or, The Humorists by Washington Irving (1822)
- The Adventures Of Hajji Baba Of Ispahan by James Justinian Morier (1824)
- Lichtenstein by Wilhelm Hauff (1826)
- The Epicurean by Thomas Moore (1827)
- The Betrothed by Alessandro Manzoni (1827)

** - Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship by Johann Goethe (1796) {separated out because of the circumstances of its publication / translation, as explained elsewhere}

One of the things I like best about Shorter's list is his iconoclasm: it is canon to say that "nothing worthwhile was published between Jane Austen and William Makepeace Thackeray", but with Shorter I'm struggling to make it out of the 1820s. Similarly, he is free of the Anglo-tunnel-vision that afflicts too many critics.

One standout work here:



I promessi sposi / The Betrothed, Manzoni's historical drama about pre-unification Italy, is rightly considered a landmark work.

Honourable mention to these two, although if you're thinking of undertaking the former, be sure to read it purely as a novel: it is terrible history:

  

232lyzard
Jan 22, 2020, 4:42 pm

2019 reading:

The 'Banned in Boston!' challenge:

This self-challenge was completely overwhelmed by the inclusion of The American Caravan, an 833-page anthology featuring 73 different authors, which required me to access it from storage and read it within a library situated in the city.

Consequently, I only completed three books for this challenge:

- Circus Parade by Jim Tully (1927)
- The American Caravan by various (1927)
- Move Over: A Novel Of Our "Better Classes" by Ethel Pettit (1927)

{The American Caravan was not so much a mixed bag as everything but the kitchen sink: bits of it were excellent, but a lot of it was a slog; while Move Over is significant only for having been banned.

However, Jim Tully's brutal autobiographical novel about his days as a circus hand was literally in a class of its own:

233lyzard
Edited: Jan 22, 2020, 5:04 pm

2019 reading:

The Mystery League challenge:

Something went wrong with this challenge in 2019: it actually served up some decent books. Not great, but by no means the disposal-bin stuff we might expect:

- The Monster Of Grammont by George Goodchild (1927)
- The Hardway Diamonds Mystery by Miles Burton (1930)
- Peril! by Sydney Horler (1930)
- The Maestro Murders by Shelley Frances Wees (1931)
- Turmoil At Brede by Seldon Truss (1931)

One notable thing here is that in spite of their publisher, these are all thrillers, not mysteries. The one real stinker in the bunch was Peril!, was pretty much what I'd expect from Horler: classist / jingoistic nonsense with a very silly plot. The rest were fair-to-actually-good, with the best perhaps being Wees' The Maestro Murders.

However---let's not forget why we're really doing this:

    

  

234lyzard
Edited: Jan 22, 2020, 5:59 pm

2019 reading:

The rest:

These are not necessarily the "best books", but those which I enjoyed most, which surprised me, or which stayed with me for some other reason.

(Books listed in order of reading. Please note that the copy of Argosy is the best I could do for a cover image of Hulbert Footner's Madame Storey novella, The Handsome Young Men.)

Mysteries / thrillers:

        

      



General reading:

        

        

235lyzard
Edited: Jan 24, 2020, 5:36 pm

2019 reading:

The stinkers:

Similarly, these are not necessarily "bad books", rather ones that got up my nose for some reason:

        

236NinieB
Jan 22, 2020, 8:54 pm

>229 lyzard: Funny, Pale Horse was the final Christie novel I read. I put it off for years because of the sadness of reading the last one. Unlike most others, I haven't read it multiple times, and therefore it didn't really stick.

237lyzard
Jan 23, 2020, 4:38 pm

>236 NinieB:

I think I may have read it while I was going through a horror phase anyway so the ritual murder aspect probably hit a nerve.

238lyzard
Edited: Jan 23, 2020, 5:40 pm

So---

While all that was going on (and because it was way too hot to sleep), I have:

Finished Nemesis for TIOLI #8;

---and---

Finished Ambrose Holt And Family by Susan Glaspell for TIOLI #7.

I haven't read Glaspell before, but I really enjoyed this. Is anyone else familiar with her work? I see that at least one of her books is a Persephone; I'll have to chase that up.

Meanwhile---I think I was right about the University of Michigan digitising a bunch of their old mysteries (possibly ones that have just come into the public domain), because I have just had another little SCORE!!---

Now reading The Eye In The Museum by J. J. Connington.

239lyzard
Jan 24, 2020, 3:39 am

Yes, thank you.

We do know what an eye looks like:

240SandDune
Jan 24, 2020, 5:27 pm

>238 lyzard: We covered Susan's Glaspell's short story A Jury of her Peers in one of my English courses. A early feminist take on a woman accused of murder.

241lyzard
Jan 24, 2020, 5:34 pm

>240 SandDune:

Thank you! - that certainly sounds like something I should have read.

242lyzard
Jan 24, 2020, 7:57 pm

With 2019 finally wrapped up, I have started a new thread:

Part 2

Hope to see you there!