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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