Lily Fairbairn
Half-elven
January's always been one of my favorite months. It's so quiet, even dull, after the excesses of the holiday season---a season that seems to start earlier every year. It's finally grown cold here in North Texas, but we're in dire need of rain. (Hopefully as water, not snow or ice!)
I finished Moriarty, a Sherlockian novel by Anthony Horowitz. This is what I said last time about its beginning: It has a great first-person voice, that of an American Pinkerton agent sent to investigate Moriarty and Holmes's supposed deaths at the Reichenbach Falls All the time I was reading, I kept thinking that this beginning had almost nothing to do with the ensuing story of (violent verging upon sadistic) crime in Victorian London. Sure enough, Horowitz throws in quite a twist at the end. I'm not sure whether I find it brilliant or annoying, but then, that's what I feel about the himself-as-character novels beginning with The Word is Murder. While he writes well and tells quite a tale, I keep getting an awkward, "Look how clever I am!" vibe that I find off-putting.
After this I wanted a cozy mystery, and found one in Pride, Prejudice, and Poison: A Jane Austen Society Mystery, by Elizabeth Blake. The president of the Austen book club in an English village is murdered, and the bookstore owner wants to exonerate her best friend by finding the killer, but by doing so puts herself in danger even as she and the police detective are attracted to each other.... Yes, in other words, the author evokes every cozy trope, right up to the main character going it alone when she really shouldn't. But there are some nice touches and it suited my mood. I won't look for any more books in the series, though.
I'm now listening leisurely to a book I read on paper several years ago, The Forgotten Affairs of Youth, an installment in Alexander McCall Smith's Isabel Dalhousie series. In this story, Isabel helps a visiting Australian academic search for the identity of her Scottish father. I'm enjoying the soothing Scottish voice of the narrator and Isabel's soothing but thought-provoking introspections.
I'm also listening to a much harder-edged mystery, Uniform Justice, book 12 in Donna Leon's Guido Brunetti series. This installment starts with a young military cadet discovering the body of a colleague, who has apparently committed suicide. Note the "apparently". Of course Brunetti's conscience leads him deeper into the lives of the cadet and his family, even as he negotiates the politics of the Questura. I like the characters and the setting (Venice) enough to keep reading the series, even though some of the stories can be dark and gruesome.
I also read the very short---novella-length, I bet---story I found hiding on my Kindle, A Study in Stone by Michael Campling. A guy loses his job in London and moves to a village, where he becomes friends with his teacher/writer neighbor. Together they find out the truth about a local man's service in WWI. There’s no crime committed at all, and I like the interplay between the two men, but the truth is no surprise at all when it's revealed.
An entire quarter of the Kindle file is taken up with the beginning of the next book in the series. I’m pretty sure this book and the next ones are self-pubbed. It’s not bad, but I'm not going to pursue the series any further.
I've gone back to my paper copy of The History of the British Isles in 100 Places, by Neil Oliver. I put it down a couple of months ago not because I disliked it---I like it very much---but because each short essay is so packed with information and handsome prose that I needed to stop for a while and let them digest. This is a superb overview of British history. Highly recommended.
So what have you been reading?
I finished Moriarty, a Sherlockian novel by Anthony Horowitz. This is what I said last time about its beginning: It has a great first-person voice, that of an American Pinkerton agent sent to investigate Moriarty and Holmes's supposed deaths at the Reichenbach Falls All the time I was reading, I kept thinking that this beginning had almost nothing to do with the ensuing story of (violent verging upon sadistic) crime in Victorian London. Sure enough, Horowitz throws in quite a twist at the end. I'm not sure whether I find it brilliant or annoying, but then, that's what I feel about the himself-as-character novels beginning with The Word is Murder. While he writes well and tells quite a tale, I keep getting an awkward, "Look how clever I am!" vibe that I find off-putting.
After this I wanted a cozy mystery, and found one in Pride, Prejudice, and Poison: A Jane Austen Society Mystery, by Elizabeth Blake. The president of the Austen book club in an English village is murdered, and the bookstore owner wants to exonerate her best friend by finding the killer, but by doing so puts herself in danger even as she and the police detective are attracted to each other.... Yes, in other words, the author evokes every cozy trope, right up to the main character going it alone when she really shouldn't. But there are some nice touches and it suited my mood. I won't look for any more books in the series, though.
I'm now listening leisurely to a book I read on paper several years ago, The Forgotten Affairs of Youth, an installment in Alexander McCall Smith's Isabel Dalhousie series. In this story, Isabel helps a visiting Australian academic search for the identity of her Scottish father. I'm enjoying the soothing Scottish voice of the narrator and Isabel's soothing but thought-provoking introspections.
I'm also listening to a much harder-edged mystery, Uniform Justice, book 12 in Donna Leon's Guido Brunetti series. This installment starts with a young military cadet discovering the body of a colleague, who has apparently committed suicide. Note the "apparently". Of course Brunetti's conscience leads him deeper into the lives of the cadet and his family, even as he negotiates the politics of the Questura. I like the characters and the setting (Venice) enough to keep reading the series, even though some of the stories can be dark and gruesome.
I also read the very short---novella-length, I bet---story I found hiding on my Kindle, A Study in Stone by Michael Campling. A guy loses his job in London and moves to a village, where he becomes friends with his teacher/writer neighbor. Together they find out the truth about a local man's service in WWI. There’s no crime committed at all, and I like the interplay between the two men, but the truth is no surprise at all when it's revealed.
An entire quarter of the Kindle file is taken up with the beginning of the next book in the series. I’m pretty sure this book and the next ones are self-pubbed. It’s not bad, but I'm not going to pursue the series any further.
I've gone back to my paper copy of The History of the British Isles in 100 Places, by Neil Oliver. I put it down a couple of months ago not because I disliked it---I like it very much---but because each short essay is so packed with information and handsome prose that I needed to stop for a while and let them digest. This is a superb overview of British history. Highly recommended.
So what have you been reading?