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Mrs. Pollifax!, Dorothy Gilman

August 28, 2011

These aren’t exactly mysteries, but rather are spy thrillers; however, the two types of books tend to share authors, space in bookstores, and so forth. Mrs. Pollifax is of course a unique sort of spy, being an nice old widowed grandmother who, when she isn’t serving her country via covert operations, enjoys gardening and practicing her martial arts skillz. Her exploits as a covert operative are just as exciting and improbable as those of any other fictional spy, however.

The Mrs. Pollifax I’ve read so far are ca. 1970, and the flavor of the Cold War and tattered remnants of the hippie era bring back my earliest childhood memories. Neither of those things were so much fun the first time around (I guess the hippie aspect was arguably fun for some), but the atmosphere of an era one lived through oneself but is now indisputably bygone is enjoyable to relive, as long as it stays firmly in the realm of fiction. I’m just now getting old enough to enjoy that kind of reminiscence (please, ask me about the 80s!), and that is one way in which I enjoyed Mrs. Pollifax.

Speaking of age, as my own advances and my bones start to creak and spiders spin webs over my eyes (Peter Wimsey’s nephew Lord Saint-George, Gaudy Night), I am better equipped to appreciate Mrs. Pollifax. As my 20s become fodder for nostalgia (ask me where I was for Y2K!), I am more interested in older characters, particularly female ones. Such characters show up (I suspect) in mysteries more than in other genres. The reason for this might be as simple as copying early successful characters such as Miss Marple, or because mystery readers are themselves frequently older women. However, identifying exactly what kind of character these are and why they have remained popular should give us some insight into what has been going on with women’s roles during the last century or so
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Judge Dee mysteries, Robert van Gulik

August 28, 2011

It has been a while since I posted-but that is the nature of blogs. Among other things I detoured into a different genre and read The Diamond Age by Neal Stephenson at the suggestion of my husband. It turned out not to be entirely off-genre, since it contains a character based on Judge Dee as well as some plot elements which could legitimately be linked to the mystery genre, but perhaps I’ll discuss that more later. Diamond Age was kind of an epic read for me, as it was about 3x as long as a typical mystery, and my 4.5 month old is still not sleeping through the night, so that my brain is not quite ready to deal with postmodernism at the moment.

Anyway, Judge Dee. I was so delighted when I discovered him. I’d heard of him before, but somehow never read any of the books until that fateful day my husband and his mom brought me home a stack of mysteries to read during the late-night feedings. The Chinese Bell Murders was among them. There are so many things to like about Judge Dee: the brilliant but unassuming character of the man himself (he acquired his third wife at her own insistence, and was pleased because this ensured there would always be four to play dominoes, his favorite game); the humorous antics of his assistants, two former highwaymen and one elderly parsimonious former con man; the window into not one but two, or really, three historical periods, the Ming Dynasty during which the original Judge Dee stories were compiled, the Tang Dynasty during which they were set, and mid-century Europe from which milieu the stories in their current form were written by the Dutch Sinophile Robert van Gulik. And finally, the education in Confucian values and competing religious/philosophical systems in ancient China.

Some buzzkill on some site wrote a review of the Judge Dee mysteries arguing that the sense of justice and even-handedness of Judge Dee was an anachronism, importing modern Western concepts into ancient China, where in reality the wotld ran on graft and favoritism. I’m sure the dude had a point, but-and I’m still under the influence of Diamond Age here-Ancient China would certainly not be the first society to preach one set of values and practice another. The earliest law codes in existence preach incessantly about the importance of justice for all and care for the helpless; whether such values were ever actually practiced is an open question.

When you read the Judge Dee mysteries, keep in mind that they are being adapted/written by a 20th century European. Also keep in mind that they are being read by a 21st century American, or whoever you happen to be. But you will still get a glimpse of a political and ethical system with profound similarities and significant differences from our own, and will find a reason to believe that no matter how unfriendly the environment, there are always a few people who will stand for justice-which of course is necessary for a mystery to exist.

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The Rasp, Philip MacDonald, 1924

July 7, 2011

(I think that for this post, and perhaps for later ones, I will put a quick summary of the plot at the bottom. Therefore, if the reader hasn’t read the book and wants to know more about what I’m talking about, s/he can refer to it there. After that, I’ll put any spoilery comments I might have, duly tagged as such.)

This is where it all begins, roughly speaking.

Okay, it’s not where the blog begins-there is in fact a previous post (yeah, I have a 3 year old, and she doesn’t let me get away with much). And it’s not the beginning of the mystery story. There was Doyle, Poe, and what have you much earlier on; counting those stories the Judge Dee mysteries the genre was already hundreds of years old. And Agatha Christie had already pwned the genre with her first novel in 1920.

In another sense, though, The Rasp embodies all the essential elements of the mystery; from which all others either borrow or consciously deviate. The setting: an English country house. The characters: pulled directly from stock (the servants loyal, obsequious, with no interests or personality of their own; the squires bluff and hearty; the women, in distress to the last damsel; the detective (Anthony Gethryn) a war hero of demigodlike capabilities covered by a thin veneer of goofiness; the murder violent and dastardly, but somehow detracting not at all from the bucolic orderliness of the setting),
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What to read at 3 a.m., or, the summer of the classic mystery

July 5, 2011

When our second child was born this spring, I knew I was going to need something to read.

Not just any kind of book was going to work. I needed books that could hold my attention, books that would give a sleep-deprived brain something sufficiently substantial to chew on, books of which there were enough to keep me busy for the long haul until our son finally started sleeping through the night, and most importantly, books that could keep me awake during the late-night feedings, which during those first couple of weeks happened every 45 minutes or so around the clock.

There are not many books out there capable of carrying that heavy a load of expectations. A few that have worked for similar situations in the past have been the Harry Potter books, the Chronicles of Narnia, and humor books such as This Book Will Change Your Life and Mountain Men Dance Moves.

Having read all of those, and being sadly up-to-date on other books that might have been candidates such as the teen adventures based on Greek and Egyptian mythology written by Rick Riordan, I knew I had to find myself a new bonanaza of literary gold.
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