Category Archives: Mysteries

P. D. James, Death Comes for the Archdeacon

That’s not actually the title of any of P. D. James’s novels, of course: it’s the basic plot of Death in Holy Orders, which I just finished rereading for the first time in a decade or more. Coincidentally, when I picked … Continue reading

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Missing Persons: Arnaldur Indriðason, Arctic Chill

Erlendur stood over the grave in the freezing cold, searching for a purpose to the whole business of life and death. As usual he could find no answers. There were no final answers to explain the life-long solitude of the … Continue reading

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No Escape: Dorothy B. Hughes, In A Lonely Place

Brub said, “I won’t say that. Although I honestly don’t think he ever does escape. He has to live with himself. He’s caught there in that lonely place. And when he sees he can’t get away–” Brub shrugged. “Maybe suicide, … Continue reading

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Nomad: Phonse Jessome, Disposable Souls

Phonse Jessome’s grim, violent crime novel Disposable Souls is set in the city where I live, and in a city I’ve never seen. Reading it was a constant reminder of the point Ian Rankin has often made about his Edinburgh-set novels: they show … Continue reading

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Given to Murder: Amanda Cross, Honest Doubt

“I know you said most professors aren’t given to murder, but are English departments more given to murder than most?” “Not as far as I know,” Kate said. Over the years I have read all of the Kate Fansler mysteries … Continue reading

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“The End of a Long Song”: Ian Rankin, Even Dogs in the Wild

“But you’re making progress, showing the youngsters a thing or two.” “It feels like the end of a long song, though — men like Cafferty and Joe Stark . . . and me too, come to that . . . … Continue reading

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“What I Am Is What I Do”: Robert B. Parker, Promised Land

“The kind of man I am is not a suitable topic, you know. It’s not what one talks about.” “Why?” “Because it’s not.” “The code? A man doesn’t succumb to self-analysis? It’s weak? It’s womanish?” “It’s pointless. What I am … Continue reading

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