In 2013 I found myself moving from a house in the Wissahickon neighborhood back into an apartment in Center City Philadelphia, and sadly one of the casualties of that move was the need to rid myself of most of the 2,000 plus books that I had acquired. Included in that hoard were the almost complete … Continue reading The James Joyce Murder
I don’t like stupid people. And when I say that, I mean I don’t like them in real life (I do my best to avoid them, although sometimes that’s just not possible), and I don’t like them in works of fiction. Of course, I make an exception for comic characters, who can be equal parts … Continue reading Fatal Detective
I’ve been a fan of Agatha Christie’s whodunits ever since I was a teenager, and I’ve probably read 90% or more of her mystery novels, many of them more than once. One way of dividing up her stories is to classify them as those where I forget most of the plot (including whodunit) after a … Continue reading Anyone For Tennyson?