Review: Murder at the Vicarage

Murder at the Vicarage by Agatha Christie
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I've seen at least one of the TV adaptations of this book, and I may well have read it many years ago from my grandmother's large Agatha Christie collection. Given that I couldn't even remember from the adaptation whodunnit, it's not surprising that I don't remember whether or not I've read the book. Like most Christie, the interactions of the characters are more interesting than the details of how the crime was committed (which isn't a criticism; I'd rather that way round than the other).

An unpopular man has been shot at the desk in the study of the vicarage. This makes a change from the usual formula of being shot (or stabbed) in his own library in the manor, but is rough on the vicar, who narrates. The middle-aged vicar has multiple trials to contend with: the gossipy elderly women of the parish; his young and unsuitable wife, who he loves despite himself; his curate, a nervous and not particularly competent young man with High Church leanings; and his teenage nephew Dennis - basically a good lad, but with the lack of discretion and foolish impulses of his age. And now murder.

Inspector Slack is determined to belie his name, to the point of being rude and abrupt and not even letting the vicar explain a key fact (that the clock in the study was always kept fast). The exact timing of the murder is important for who has and who doesn't have an alibi, because plenty of people have motive.

Miss Marple, who has the cottage next to the vicarage and is always out in her garden watching people come and go, not only supplies key information but also figures out how the whole thing was done, and explains it to the Chief Constable and the vicar. (For purposes of being the narrator, the vicar has been allowed to be a lot more involved in the investigation than is realistic, especially considering that he said shortly before the murder that if someone murdered the victim, it would be a good thing.)

It's a solid classic cozy mystery, a good start to the Miss Marple series. The idea of an elderly woman as detective was not completely new at the time - the first Miss Silver book, Grey Mask , had come out a couple of years earlier, and wasn't the first either - but Christie did a great job with the concept of a woman whose life experience was almost completely confined to a small village, but who had such a sharp mind, such a talent for observation, and such an insight into human nature that she saw through the most complicated murder plots.

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Review: The Bone Riders

The Bone Riders by Cady Fletcher
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

A lot of urban fantasy/supernatural suspense books are written very much to a formula, which doesn't interest me. The blurb for this one suggested that it broke out of the formula, so I picked it up (from Netgalley, pre-release), and I'm glad I did. It's a solid, enjoyable piece with some original ideas.

The Bone Riders are magic users who have a specific application of their magic. They create (from the bones of dead horses) magical horses which are real and alive and behave like normal horses most of the time, but have some extra abilities when paired with their riders. For example, they can move much faster than ordinary horses when necessary, which simplifies the logistics of getting around the small city which is the setting for the story. The Bone Riders also help separate the leftover energy from things that have died if it hangs around; they have a sense of wrongness that enables them to detect it. All of this is cool, and it's not just "they're grim reapers" or "they're necromancers".

The viewpoint character, Drew (short for Andrea), came into her powers relatively recently, when she died in a car accident and then pulled herself back into her body. Her boyfriend, feeling responsible for the accident, broke up with her, but is still obsessively trying to be in her life, to a slightly creepy degree. She holds firm about them being exes, though she does rescue him at one point; she doesn't hate him, just knows they're better off not being together. He and a new guy she meets who might possibly be a new love interest down the track have names that sound similar (they're Cole and Case), which I found confusing at least once.

There's an apocalypse I wasn't expecting relatively early in the book, when the magic that has been seeping through into the city through a "rift" erupts into it and causes widespread damage, magical phenomena, and the empowerment of a number of citizens. There was both less problem with food supplies and a longer delay for aid to arrive than I suspect would be the case with a real disaster (even one that had such widespread effects), but that's largely in the background, as the Bone Riders battle the increased number of not-completely-dead humans and animals to release them, and deal with the new reality.

Right before the apocalypse, there's a set-piece that the author clearly put a lot of thought into, where Drew's terrible boss fires her for no good reason and she gives him her views on the toxic nature of employment relations in the USA.

In terms of copy editing, there are just a few typos and a number of surprisingly basic homonym errors (which I'll mention to the publisher, so they may well be fixed by publication). It reads smoothly apart from those, and as it looks like being a series, I look forward to spending more time with the Bone Riders.

Calling it now, though: Fiona is not human, but some sort of minor god-level being.

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Review: A Trade of Blood

A Trade of Blood by Robert Jackson Bennett
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Robert Jackson Bennett confuses me, because I shouldn't like his books, and yet I do. In fact, I consistently rank them among the best books I've read in a given year.

This is basically SF/horror/mystery in a setting that feels like fantasy because the technology is biotechnology, and the mechanical tech is at a medieval/renaissance level, like a lot of fantasy books. I am not at all a horror reader. I usually favour cozy fantasy or cozy mystery, and this couldn’t be less similar in most ways. But what it has that cozy fantasy usually falls very short on is a high concept and a richly developed setting, and what it has in common with my more usual reading is that Din, the viewpoint character, is at heart a decent person doing his best in bad circumstances. And the mystery is well done, too.

There's extensive gore and mass murder and a gritty, oppressive-feeling empire full of people (and animals and plants) that have been horribly distorted by the biotechnology - derived from massive kaiju, though that doesn't come into this book as directly as in the previous ones in the series. It features a sweary, ill-tempered, annoying detective and her sad-boy assistant, who’s just discovered that the time when he’ll go mad from his bioenhancements is probably not as far away as he’d hoped. Also, fungal mind control.

And yet Bennett does it so well (and somehow conveys that he, too, hates how the world is, rather than celebrating it in a torture-porn sort of way like, say, Terry Goodkind) that I can’t help wanting to read it anyway.

There's a strong theme, for instance, of the cattle industry, which is the dominant industry in the area of the action, being not only wasteful of resources but also morally degrading, because of the way in which it normalises the suffering and slaughter of living creatures.

It isn't perfect, certainly. There are too many exclamation points in the dialog, too many commas between adjectives that aren't coordinate, the occasional number disagreement between subject and verb, and a couple of words that don't mean what the author thinks they mean. (I had a pre-publication version via Netgalley, so some of this may be fixed before publication.) But none of these things much inhibited my enjoyment of an excellently-crafted story with top-notch worldbuilding.

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Review: Sweet Danger

Sweet Danger by Margery Allingham
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

More of a thriller than a mystery. (My working definition: in a mystery, the protagonists are trying to solve a crime that's already happened, while in a thriller, they're trying to prevent a crime from happening or otherwise battling criminal opposition.) In this case, it's a treasure hunt, racing against a powerful and unscrupulous enemy. The complicated and somewhat unlikely backstory is that there's a very small Balkan country that was granted to an English earl in the Middle Ages, and then bought by one of his descendants from Metternich when the map of Europe was being redrawn after the Napoleonic Wars, and now an earthquake has opened it up to the sea and also revealed that there is oil there - meaning it could become a refueling point for the British Navy. But the line of earls has died out - or has it? There's a family that claims to be the legitimate descendants of the last earl, but they can't prove that their ancestress was married to him, and they also need to find three items to make their claim - a crown, the medieval grant, and the Metternich receipt - which have been hidden for decades, nobody knows where.

It's packed full of eccentric English characters, from the pub owner who keeps telling everyone that he's honest and the wacky local doctor to, of course, Campion himself and his manservant Lugg. The family with the claim to the earldom and its associated tiny kingdom features a gamine young woman (not quite 18) who is running the local mill, but makes most of her income from running a dynamo to charge the batteries for people's wireless sets. It's a backwater rural village with no phone and no mains power.

On the other hand, there are some bland characters too, notably Campion's three assistants, barely distinguishable upper-class chaps who could step straight into the Drones Club and no questions asked. The miller's older sister is also quite bland and generic, and while her younger brother, the putative earl, does have some distinguishing characteristics, he isn't one of the great eccentrics either.

Campion shines throughout, manipulating events, anticipating problems, hatching complicated schemes and pulling off daring feats when things go wrong. His pose of upper-class near-idiocy fools almost nobody. The villain is appropriately sinister, an unscrupulous businessman who's used to having his own way, with plenty of loyal minions to do his bidding. The plot zips along, and the action is, as always from this author, well described and original. It's a fun ride, and I was happy to ignore the unlikely elements and be carried along by the excellent writing.

The Vintage Digital ebook edition is not the worst edition I've seen of a classic novel, but it does have a good few scan errors that have gone uncorrected, including a lot of commas missing or inserted and several misreadings, and I don't recommend it.

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Review: Big Foot

Big Foot by Edgar Wallace
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Not one of the great Wallace books in the end, because of a couple of cheats, but enjoyable for most of its length.

One of the big cheats/coincidences is the astonishingly mobile tramp with mental issues who manages to move by unexplained means, and for largely unexplained reasons, between the three main locations (central London, a coastal town, and a rural suburb of London), apparently solely so that he can play a key role in the plot. He also has a coincidental connection to another character.

There's a massive red herring which had me completely fooled, not least because there's at least one scene where someone tells someone else something that, given the final resolution, they ought not to have told him. (view spoiler)[The police sergeant lies to his boss about another character's alibi, which is in accordance with the red herring (that the sergeant appears to be the villain) but not the resolution (that the boss was running him the whole time to fool the criminals into thinking the sergeant was bent). (hide spoiler)]

There's the usual side romance, between a lawyer and the secretary of the man who has the neighbouring office; it's nothing special.

Still, Superintendent Minter (known to everyone as "Sooper") is a fun character, with his pose of anti-intellectualism covering a clever and insightful mind - a bit like Colombo in a way, pretending to be "just a plain man" while outmaneuvering someone who thinks they're his social and intellectual superior. His disreputable motorcycle is also a bit like Colombo's car, and like his later American counterpart he dresses like a scarecrow. He appeared in at least one other Wallace book, but unfortunately my library doesn't have it and it isn't on Project Gutenberg either.

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Review: The Early Worm

The Early Worm by Robert Benchley
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Absurdist humour, which I found oddly readable for no reason I could put my finger on. Very much embedded in its time (1927), with a lot of references to contemporary people who I had to look up on Wikipedia, because in the ensuing 100 years they've dropped out of the popular consciousness.

Several of the pieces form a series, originally published in Life magazine, in which a fictionalised version of the author leads an expedition, supposedly sponsored by Life, to the North Pole by bicycle. This was the time of Byrd and Peary, and the North Pole was topical. They end up making it as far as upstate New York.

A surprisingly pleasant distraction for a quiet afternoon, but no classic.

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Review: Cream of the Jug: An Anthology of Humorous Stories

Cream of the Jug: An Anthology of Humorous Stories by Grant Martin Overton
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

As even the editor admits in his introduction, this is a mixed bag. Some stories are by well-known authors still known today like P.G. Wodehouse or F. Scott Fitzgerald, others by authors well known at the time but now obscure, and a couple by authors who weren't even that well known when the book came out. As in any anthology, I enjoyed some more than others.

The Wodehouse I'd read in another collection somewhere. It's the Earl of Emsworth competing against Sir Gregory Parsloe-Parsloe in the agricultural show, this time with a giant pumpkin - before the days of the pig Empress of Blandings, and indeed before Parsloe lived at Matchingham Hall. There's not a lot of protagonism on display from Lord Emsworth, who's the recipient of a good amount of luck in order for everything to work out for him, and it's not a top-flight Blandings story; nobody even goes to Blandings under a false name.

A lot of the stories have soft endings, and several of them rely on dialect (black dialect in one, Jewish dialect in another) for some, although by no means all, of their humour. The "negro" story is, at least, about a black film company from the US South shooting in Algeria, so it's not a stereotypical situation, and would still work if you took the dialect out or, for that matter, if you told it about white people. There's a third dialect story, too, told by a New York blue-collar boxer. That was one of the ways humour was done 100 years ago (think about Damon Runyon). But in all three cases, the situations provide a lot of the humour as well, and the dialect is just spice.

Overall, it's the definition of three stars for me: good enough to recommend, with some caveats.

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