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oldshrewsburyian · 8 months
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Having plunged into Ngaio Marsh this summer, and reckoning you have at least passing familiarity, might I request Alleyn and Fox, All Hallows Eve?
Oh, I have more than passing familiarity, and I love them, and I loved trying to capture some of their dynamic.
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Alleyn capped his pen and leaned back until his chair and his spine creaked. “Past midnight, Foxkin, and All Hallows Eve.”
“The very witching time of night,” pronounced Fox, with slow gravity.
Alleyn’s raised eyebrows gave him a slightly Mephistophelean air in the glow of the desk lamp. “Now could I drink hot blood, and do such bitter business as the day would quake to look on… Not even in my darkest moments, Fox, I flatter myself, has paperwork aroused in me such thoughts.”
“A figure of speech, sir,” said Fox mildly.
“Quite so. Come on, let’s have a drink.”
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e-b-reads · 7 months
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"Go on," he continued acidly. "Say 'You have the facts, Bathgate. You know my methods Bathgate. What of the little grey cells, Bathgate?' Sling in a quotation; add: 'Oh, my dear chap,' and vanish in a fog of composite fiction."
Overture to Death, Ngaio Marsh
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hentaitiddy666 · 6 months
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When you try to divert suspicion from the fact that you're having an affair with your homie's wife by forcing your homie to dance with you (and also as like, a weird dominance display):
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theodoradove · 8 months
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"Dost thou attend me?" "Sir," said Troy, "most heedfully." They exchanged the complacent glance of persons who recognize each other's quotations.
--Spinsters in Jeopardy by Ngaio Marsh
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superb-fairywren · 2 years
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I like thinking about the scene in Artists in Crime when Alleyn is taking the local through clues, and all of a sudden the local also has a tape measure??? So my thoughts are either A. the local had a tape on him so props to him he'll go far or B. Fox recognises keen men at 50 yards and keeps extra measures on his person to gift at times of need
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frimleyblogger · 2 months
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Death At The Dolphin
My thoughts on Death at the Dolphin by #NgaioMarsh #CrimeFiction #BookReview
A review of Death at the Dolphin by Ngaio Marsh – 240118 You can take the girl out of the theatre but you cannot take the theatre out of the girl. I have been plodding my way through Ngaio Marsh’s Inspector Alleyn series in chronological order and Death at the Dolphin, the twenty-fourth originally published in 1966, is at least the fifth set in the theatre, where she had worked as a director…
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princelysome · 10 months
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Red herrings, pink herrings and a handful of sharks. Oh, and the love interest blossoms. A convoluted tale with a lovable victim, several despicable suspects and a rather gripping denouement.
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f-yeahbendaniels · 2 months
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My Top Five Favorite Ben Daniels Characters (Roles in His 20s): 3. Norman Cubitt - Inspector Alleyn Mysteries: "Death at the Bar" (1993).
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kwebtv · 4 months
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Thomas Geoffrey Wilkinson OBE (February 5, 1948 – December 30, 2023) Actor known for his role on stage and screen, he received numerous accolades including a BAFTA Award, a Golden Globe Award, and a Primetime Emmy Award as well as nominations for two Academy Awards and two Laurence Olivier Awards. In 2005, he was made an Officer of the Order of the British Empire.
In 2009, he won a Golden Globe Award and a Primetime Emmy Award for Best Supporting Actor in a Miniseries or Movie for playing Benjamin Franklin in the HBO limited series John Adams (2008). His other Emmy-nominated roles were as Roy/Ruth Applewood in the HBO film Normal (2003), James Baker in the HBO film Recount (2008), and Joseph P. Kennedy Sr. in the limited series The Kennedys (2011).
Other TV series he appeared in were:
Crime and Punishment
Panorama
Spyship
Strangers and Brothers
Sharma and Beyond
Squaring the Circle
A Pocket Full of Rye
Travelling Man
Happy Families
First Among Equals
The Woman He Loved
The Attic: The Hiding of Anne Frank
The Ruth Rendell Mysteries
Inspector Morse
Counterstrike
Screen Two
Lovejoy
Prime Suspect
Stay Lucky
The Inspector Alleyn Mysteries
Performance
Martin Chuzzlewit
Eskimo Day
David Copperfield
The Gathering Storm
Normal
John Adams
Recount
A Number
The Kennedys
The Kennedys: After Camelot
Belgravia
The Full Monty
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justforbooks · 4 months
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A farce, for heaven’s sake! Everyone knows farce is dead.” When a character says these lines on page eight of Janice Hallett’s latest whodunnit, The Christmas Appeal, we can practically see the author tipping us an outsized wink. Hallett, after all, is one of today’s foremost exponents of cerebral, knowing crime. A swift 180 pages later, Hallett has slain another victim and shown that farce was never really dead in the first place. Literary murder – especially the cosy sort – has always been comic. The real mystery is: why is it so popular now?
Richard Osman’s Thursday Murder Club series, in which laughs, foibles and irony figure far more prominently than bloody murder, has topped the charts for four years running. The Crime Writers’ Association has just launched a new Whodunnit Dagger to honour the year’s best cosy, classic or quirky mystery. This Christmas, production company Mammoth Screen will bring us its latest Agatha Christie for BBC One, a reworking of Murder Is Easy that, like its predecessor Why Didn’t They Ask Evans?, plays up the love and laughs – moving away from the grittier cynicism of its earlier adaptations.
But then, this is the production company that made Blandings – based on the PG Wodehouse Blandings Castle stories – and Agatha Raisin. The latter, an affectionate rendering of MC Beaton’s none-more-cosy crime capers, is a reminder that the genre has always been popular. Trace it back from SJ Bennett, whose sleuth of choice is Queen Elizabeth II, and Hallett, through Beaton and Simon Brett, with his wisecracking Charles Paris mysteries, and you find an unbroken link to the golden age of comic crime.
Christie herself wrote laughs aplenty, especially when it came to Poirot; her contemporary and fellow queen of crime, Ngaio Marsh, excelled at badinage. GK Chesterton’s Father Brown stories, written in the early 20th century, have a profound and gentle humour – or not so gentle in the barbed parody The Absence of Mr Glass, which pokes fun at Sherlock Holmes. Arthur Conan Doyle also made space for jokes amid the pea-soupers and arch villainy, not just in surreal escapades such as The Red-Headed League, but in the everyday interactions of Holmes and Watson. And there are links between the generations: as a producer on Radio 4’s classic adaptation of Dorothy L Sayers’s Lord Peter Wimsey series, Brett revisited the pinnacle of comic crime from the 1920s and 30s.
In Evelyn Waugh’s 1945 novel Brideshead Revisited, the aristocratic Catholic family at its centre turns in times of crisis, not to sermons, but to Father Brown stories. Read aloud by the matriarch, the scene is at once absurd, touching and completely understandable. Part of the solace stems from the benign humour of the tales, and that explains why comic crime is resurgent today – amid planetary and economic crises, that promise of escapism is more beguiling than ever. Especially at this time of year. From Hercule Poirot’s Christmas to PD James’s Mistletoe Murders, authors as well as readers have been drawn to fatal festivities.
We’re all familiar with gallows humour, the need to find laughter in the grimmest places. Yet the appeal of truly comic crime is less about professional detectives doing a grisly job than dilettantes playing a game. Literature has few laughing policemen, but an awful lot of quipping amateurs. Even Marsh gave her best one-liners not to handsome Inspector Alleyn but to her Watson figure, the journalist Nigel Bathgate.
Games, puzzles and mysteries are by definition playful. And it’s not just the sleuths who are playing. Reader is always pitted against author in a test of wits – can we solve the crime before the detective? Like every game, there are clear rules: detective author Ronald Knox set out his not entirely serious 10 commandments of fair play in 1929. This is what makes these stories such perfect escapism today: readers can lose themselves in the contest. Every true whodunnit is a work of metafiction, as the reader flits in and out of the story, constantly trying to estimate the author’s intelligence or honesty in setting trails and leaving clues.
For my money, today’s greatest exponent of playful detective fiction is Alex Pavesi, whose Eight Detectives is a gloriously original, intricate and often very funny series of practical jokes played on the reader. Dann McDorman’s new novel, West Heart Kill, as tricksy as they come, uses a jigsaw puzzle as cover art, while the cover of my own Helle & Death tips its hat to Cluedo. This playfulness puts us in the right mood, but the classic whodunnit has other weapons, many of which it shares with farce: plots like clockwork, exquisite choreography and perfect timing. Sayers’s Peter Wimsey has been called “Bertie Wooster with Jeeves’s brain”.
The most important comic quality of both murder mystery and farce, however, is the meticulous arranging of cause, effect and misunderstanding. The detection of a murderer involves paying minute attention to what people say and do. The reader is given privileged access into the lives of others, replete with dramatic irony and a degree of omniscience. And what could possibly be funnier than the everyday idiosyncrasies of human beings?
The Christmas Appeal is packed with hypocrites and exhibitionists. Mrs Ruddle, in Sayers’s Busman’s Honeymoon, is a world-class gossip. As for the sleuths themselves, from Holmes, to Poirot, to Torben Helle, the more seriously they take themselves, the sillier they become. Snoop on anyone for long enough, and their habits, sayings, priorities start to become hilarious.
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butchdonne · 9 months
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hercule poirot or miss marple? why?
OOF THAT'S SO HARD. miss marple tho i think just because unlike poirot she isn't an actual detective she's just constantly finding herself in Situations. also i do enjoy her personality a lot + she's the sort of character it's very fun to come up with backstories for. i do love both of them very much tho <3
however if you like poirot and miss marple can i quickly recommend the inspector alleyn series by ngaio marsh? because that's actually probably my fav mystery series and all the characters are so developed! and inspector alleyn is very charismatic and interesting in particular. it's so underrated for a series that is just as good as agatha christie's novels if not better and ngaio marsh's writing style is gorgeous
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oldshrewsburyian · 7 months
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Perhaps it's been sent to larn us, like Acts of God; only I must say I always think it's so unfair to call earthquakes and tidal waves Acts of God and not bumper harvests and people like Leonardo and Cezanne.
Final Curtain, Ngaio Marsh
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e-b-reads · 7 months
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Books of the Month: Sep 2024
Whoops, should probably do this before it gets any closer to Halloween. Interestingly, and unusually, my reading seems to have slowed down a little in terms of sheer number of books after the summer, but I think this is partly because 1) the fall has still been pretty busy (still plenty of work, though less than during summer camp season, with added school stuff) and 2) I've had the mental energy to read some different, longer books instead of lots of mindless, quick murder mysteries. (Still plenty of mysteries, though). Here's the books from September that I think are worth reading:
The Curse of Chalion (Lois McMaster Bujold): Had an odd experience reading this book: I didn't exactly know what was going to happen, but after I hit some fairly major plot points, I would think, "Oh yeah, that's right," as if I'd been expecting them. (There's some neat twists in this book! I was not expecting them all!) Anyway, I do read a lot and sometimes forget what I've read, so it's possible I read this a while in the past (sometime before I started tracking my reads, 3 years ago) and then forgot most of it. I don't plan to forget it this time, because I really enjoyed the experience! Good writing, and I do like a main character who's already seen a lot of shit and would ideally like to just live a quiet life (but also sighs and takes responsibility for things pretty regularly). Sad to see that the sequel is not also focused on Caz. (I'll read it someday anyway, because again, good writing!) (I'm not sure the etiquette on this, but to give credit where due: I had a few reasons to check this book out of the library, but one was that I've seen @wearethekat rec it convincingly multiple times!)
Broken Ice (Matt Goldman): OK, so this is actually book 2 in the Nils Shapiro mystery series (I read book 1 in August), so I recommend starting with book 1, but I'm more recommending the series than any individual book. Each mystery is interesting and original, but none of them stands out to me in particular; what I like is that the main character could very easily be a loner, sad, possibly alcoholic, slightly sexist private detective, but instead he builds up some healthy relationships over the series (romantic and other), and generally is someone I think I would get along with. There are 4 books so far, I wouldn't be surprised if there's a book 5 someday but I see nothing online promoting one.
Overture to Death (Ngaio Marsh): I don't think I've recommended this Inspector Alleyn mystery before, anyway? I think it's one of her better-crafted ones (they're all pretty good tho, imo), with some fascinating characters. (Though I feel I should mention, I reread it this time because of @oldshrewsburyian mentioning that 2 of the spinster-ish characters were at least somewhat - unflatteringly - based on Dorothy Sayers and wow, they're even worse than I remembered!)
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hentaitiddy666 · 2 months
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I’ve often wondered if Christie knew a maid named Gladys since she used that name so often for her maid characters…
…But now I’m wondering if Marsh knew someone thoroughly horrible named Claude. I’m reading Overture to death and just noticed a throw-away line about a conman named Claude, making this the third time she’s used that name for someone the audience isn’t supposed to like.
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theodoradove · 9 months
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"Fox, my cabbage, my rare edition, my objet d'art, my own special bit of bijouterie, be damned if I don't think you have caught an idea."
--Final Curtain by Ngaio Marsh
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moadeep · 1 year
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Look, Agatha Christie is fine, I thoroughly enjoy Poirot and Miss Marple. But I'm sick and tired of her estate pushing her as THE Queen of Crime and journalists playing along. The QueenS of Crime were Margery Allingham, Agatha Christie, Ngaio Marsh, and Dorothy L. Sayers.
I like Christie, sincerely, but she's not even (plot-wise) the best of them. Her great gift was that she created excellent characters and knew her poisons. If you read multiple of her series at the same time (look I have a reading problem) it becomes clear how often she recycled plots and methods. If you like mystery and want to read Golden Age Detective stories, do yourself a favor and step OUT of the Christie lane once in awhile.
Sayers is my personal fave, read most of the wimsey books (maybe all? I'd have to check), thoroughly enjoyed the old radio dramas, and there have been plenty of TV adaptations as well. If you like stuff like Jeeves and Wooster as well as detectives with deceptive exteriors, then Lord Peter Wimsey will likely be very much your jam.
Allingham is a delight, even if she's not my fave. It's fun and educational to watch how the way she wrote Campion evolved, plus you can watch him as played by the Fifth Doctor! I'm not sure I can make a comp as easily with this one...Based purely on vibes that probably only exist for me, I think if you liked Elementary, you may enjoy Campion.
Marsh is the one I've read the least of, mostly because the library just didn't have much of her stuff. She was from New Zealand and there is PLENTY of speculation about her private life. If you've enjoyed Inspector Alleyn, you may already be a fan and not even know it.
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