In the midst of the madness that is life right now, I’m taking solace in the incredibly orderly world of the Golden Age British Mystery Novel, in which even murder manages to be frightfully, frightfully civilized.
I’ve been jumping around and reading books in Patricia Wentworth’s Miss Silver mystery series out of order for the past month now, but I decided it was finally time to admit I was on a Miss Silver binge, do the thing properly, and go back to the beginning, with her very first two books, The Grey Mask and The Case is Closed.
Miss Silver is very much a Miss Marple– omniscient English spinster, complete with perpetual knitting– and I just wish the BBC would make a series, since they’re so wonderfully soothing and I’ve already rewatched all the Marples and all the Poirots. Just saying.
Next up? Miss Silver Book III: The Lonesome Road.
One of these days I will read something from the pile of new books that have been waiting for me for ages now. But right now– it’s all about a vanished England filled with sprightly ingenues, dubious butlers, and spinster Sherlocks, an England in which the village pub is always full, there’s generally something dodgy about that will, and the vicar’s wife might have something to say about it.
Rather like Angela Thirkell, but with a higher body count.
What have you been reading this week?