Capital Crimes is an eclectic collection of London-based crime stories, blending the familiar with the unexpected in a way that reflects the personality of the city. Alongside classics by Margery Allingham, Anthony Berkeley and Thomas Burke are excellent and unusual stories by authors who are far less well known.
The stories give a flavour of how writers have tackled crime in London over the span of more than half a century. Their contributions range from an early serial-killer thriller set on the London Underground and horrific vignettes to cerebral whodunits. What they have in common is an atmospheric London setting, and enduring value as entertainment. Each story is introduced by the editor, Martin Edwards, who sheds light on the authors' lives and the background to their writing.
I’ve had this anthology on my shelves for a few years, always waiting. Well, this year I needed to read a mystery set in London for 2020 Halloween Bingo and I finally remembered I had this wonderful stash of stories all in one spot.
For this year’s bingo, I chose – of course – Conan Doyle’s The Case of Lady Sannox. This is not a Sherlock Holmes story, in spite of the title, and it’s closer to horror than mystery. It’s also classic Conan Doyle style. As such, I guessed the twist at one point, when I read a specific sentence that reminded me of Holmes:
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Don’t ask me why, but with that sentence I knew how the story would end. And I was right, and it was horrifying. Darkest London, indeed.
In this definitive collection, Edgar Award-winning editor Otto Penzler selects a multifarious mix from across the entire history of the locked room story, which should form the cornerstone of any crime reader's library.
Virtually all of the great writers of detective fiction have produced masterpieces in this genre, including Agatha Christie, Edgar Allan Poe, Dorothy L. Sayers, Arthur Conan Doyle, Raymond Chandler, G.K. Chesterton, John Dickson Carr, Dashiell Hammett, Ngaio Marsh and Stephen King.
The purest kind of detective story involves a crime solved by observation and deduction, rather than luck, coincidence or confession. The supreme form of detection involves the explanation of an impossible crime, whether the sort of vanishing act that would make Houdini proud, a murder that leaves no visible trace, or the most unlikely villain imaginable.
The Black Lizard Big book of Locked-Room Mysteries claims, on its cover, to be “The most complete collection of impossible-crime stories ever assembled.” Whether this is true or not, clocking in at 939 pages of small, two-column print, it’s definitely a monster and one I’ve been chipping away at slowly for years. For this year’s Halloween Bingo, I needed Locked Room mysteries, so I turned to my Big Book and chose two from the same author: The Wrong Problem by John Dickson Carr, and Blind Man’s Hood by the same author writing as Carter Dickson. I’ve read two of this author’s full length novels so far, one as Dickson Carr (The Mad Hatter Mystery) and one as Carter Dickson (The Skeleton in the Clock), both of which I enjoyed. The short stories though, were a mixed bag:
The first, The Wrong Problem, was frankly, weird. I gave it 4 stars for the sheer ingeniousness of the murder method but the rest seemed pointless. To mention anything about the story, I think, would be to spoil it. It honestly doesn’t deserve 4 stars but that murder method was diabolical.
The second, Blind Man’s Hood, made up for the first in spades. This one turned out to be a perfect – absolutely perfect – short story for Halloween. Yes, it takes place at Christmas, but ignore that, it’s irrelevant. So. damn. creepy. I read it before I went to bed last night and when I realised what I was reading, I knew two things: no way I was going to stop, and that I’d have to stay away long enough to read something else before going to sleep. The locked room solution isn’t particularly clever or even surprising, but the rest of the story, for me, was. 5 stars.
As I mentioned at the start, I read these for the Locked Room Mystery square on my 2020 Halloween Bingo card.
I did some more switching around. For some reason I had it in my head that the Halloween square had been called, and as you can see on my card, it’s all I needed for a Bingo. But I didn’t feel like re-reading Revenge of the Cootie Girls just now, so I grabbed Sympathy for the Devil by Jerrilyn Farmer, one of my favorite old cozy mysteries. Well, as my fellow Bingo players know, Halloween hasn’t been called yet, but now I’ve got it done, with a bingo all set to go.
I also finished my reads for Romantic Suspense and Cozy Mystery this weekend, with two new reads: The Turquoise Mask by Phyllis A. Whitney, and The Falcon Always Wings Twice by Donna Andrews, respectively.
Not at all sure what’s next. I’ve gotten a lot of new books this week I’m itching to read and none of them work for my remaining squares, leaving me in the touch position of requiring self-discipline and focus. Pffftt. Maybe my locked room mystery…
Calls made so far that are on my card:
*Note: I’ve removed Psych in favour of Romantic Suspense, as it’s the square I flipped, and American Horror Story has been transfigured into Spellbound
How it works:
If I read a square that hasn’t been called yet, a ghost of stickers-yet-to-come will appear; once the square has been called, the sticker will become fully corporeal. (Alas, this only works in regular browsers, but I’m in too deep to try to do something different now.) As the squares get ticked off, a fully formed image will appear. Previously, I posted the finished image, but this year I’m going to leave it a mystery.
Below is the table that will summarise the books I’ve read for each square, and note if I took advantage of one of the Spell Pack cards, and which one. Book Titles link to my review of the book here.
In the years before I started tracking my reading in the mid 2000’s I’d read this book several times, but it’s obviously been sitting on the shelf, neglected ever since, because I have no record of a review for it.
This came out in the heyday of the cozy mystery, before big publishing corrupted the sub-genre into a cash-cow, cookie-cutter formula. Madeline Bean and her partner Wesley own a catering company that’s hip with the Hollywood crowd, throwing parties for the rich and infamous. When their latest client is killed, Wesley’s old grudge with the man makes him look like the best suspect.
Farmer write a hell of a mystery. It’s fun, it’s cozy, it’s fast-paced and the dialog is witty, intelligent and engaging. These are characters one would choose to be friends with. And the Huntley family is diabolically dysfunctional in ways that are hard to imagine unless you watch a lot of entertainment news.
The plotting was fascinating. So many promising, legitimate possibilities and so many red herrings. The climax is dramatic but well done – not overplayed – and the murderer was a surprise.
I enjoyed every book in this series, until it was cut short for reasons never explained; I’ve always been disappointed that it ended long before its time, but thankful that I have them all on my shelves to revisit.
I read this for the Halloween Square on my 2020 Halloween Bingo card.
27 books and I don’t think Andrews has written a bad one yet. The only books in this series that I enjoy less than the others are the ones with settings that aren’t typically my jam.
This is one of those books. The story takes place at a Renaissance Fair being hosted by Meg’s grandmother during summer weekends at the Craft School she owns and runs. Ren Fairs aren’t my thing; I had a brief fling with them as a teen-ager, but you have to be seriously invested to get into a Ren Fair in Florida’s heat and humidity, and I enjoyed the arts and crafts more than the food and the role-playing.
Still, the Red Fair as envisaged by Andrews sounds like a pretty good time: actors that do a daily improve around a loose plot involving the heir to the throne of their fictitious kingdom of Albion. Unfortunately, their nefarious villain takes his job a little too much to heart, and is on the verge of termination for harassment when he’s found dead in the woods outside the fairgrounds, murdered.
What follows is a well-plotted mystery, as Meg and her family assist the police with their investigations while continuing to run the fair. The mystery of who murdered Terrance wasn’t obvious, but it wasn’t a shock either, though Andrews does a pretty good job with clues and misdirection.
Meg is an inspiration to me, not only as the most realistically organised character I’ve ever read, but also the most unflappable. She is so capable that just reading about her makes me feel more capable by osmosis. And her family never, ever fails to delight; the more of them that are present in a story, the more delighted I am.
I keep expecting a flop, to be honest; statistically speaking, it’s a reasonable expectation, but so far Donna Andrews’ well of imaginative stories has not drawn low, and I sincerely hope it never does. I need to be reminded – at least once a year, if not more often in these horrific times – that strong, capable, unflappable, rational men and women (especially women in Meg’s world) exist, even if only on the page.
I read this for my Cozy Mystery square for Halloween Bingo 2020.
Wow, can Whitney be verbose. Her earlier work has always been better, in my opinion, but this one was an in-between – first published in 1974. Which makes the plotting excellent, and the abuse of the expository extreme. Unfortunately the expository gauntlet must be run for many chapters before a hint of the rewarding plot can be found.
I’m undecided on whether it’s worth the effort. The plotting was very well done. I was absolutely certain I knew who the villain was right up until almost the end, when she convinced me I was wrong, that it was really …. and then she blindsided me with the solution that was just unexpected. Whitney got huge bonus points for stunning me, but I’m not sure how I actually feel about it as a legitimate ending. It works, but it feels like it shouldn’t.
The characters, and the romance, were, as is typical with both Whitney’s writing and the time she wrote in, dramatic and overly simplified. Insta-love has nothing on romantic suspense from the 70’s; and characters’ personalities are never subtle or nuanced. If you accept this as the style of its time, it’s not an insurmountable problem.
The one thing Whitney never lost, no matter how many books she wrote, was her sense of place. I’m not sure I’ve ever read anybody better at putting the reader in whatever setting she wants them, and making them feel like they were there. Here the deserts of New Mexico are the backdrop, and though I’ve never in my life seen an adobe house, I feel like I’ve lived in one the last couple of days.
I’d neither recommend it nor deter anyone from this one; the exposition is a challenge, but if that slow build isn’t a deterrent, the story is one of her more complicated and compelling ones.
I read this for the Romantic Suspense square (which is on my card is the Psych square that’s been flipped), for Halloween Bingo 2020.
My resolve broke a few weeks ago and I went on a small ordering spree, which has been slowly trickling in here and there. Today though I got 3 books at all once, and one of them a special edition I’m excited about.
Oops. I meant to crop that. Anyway, that Pride and Prejudice is the new Chronicle Books edition, which includes the 19 letters as actually letters, hand written and folded, each inserted into a glycine envelope bound in with the text block where the letter is relevant.
The folding freaked me out a bit as they’re definitely hand folded in a complicated tucked-into-itself fashion that had me a little stressed about unfolding them without damaging anything. Once you get the hand of it, it’s easy, and they’re so well done with postmarks and scratch outs.
Now, I want to read Pride and Prejudice again. After Halloween Bingo.
When a Druid has lived for two thousand years like Atticus, he’s bound to run afoul of a few vampires. Make that legions of them. Even his former friend and legal counsel turned out to be a bloodsucking backstabber. Now the toothy troublemakers—led by power-mad pain-in-the-neck Theophilus—have become a huge problem requiring a solution. It’s time to make a stand.
As always, Atticus wouldn’t mind a little backup. But his allies have problems of their own. Ornery archdruid Owen Kennedy is having a wee bit of troll trouble: Turns out when you stiff a troll, it’s not water under the bridge. Meanwhile, Granuaile is desperate to free herself of the Norse god Loki’s mark and elude his powers of divination—a quest that will bring her face-to-face with several Slavic nightmares.
As Atticus globetrots to stop his nemesis Theophilus, the journey leads to Rome. What better place to end an immortal than the Eternal City? But poetic justice won’t come without a price: In order to defeat Theophilus, Atticus may have to lose an old friend.
A couple of things occurred to me while reading Staked: it feels like Herne doesn’t really like his main character, Atticus; at least, not judging by the amount of existential pain he dumps on him. The other is that I can see the inspiration, right down the the scatalogical humor, of the character in his new series that starts with Ink & Sigil – clearly in Owen, the arch-druid and Atticus’ mentor. Owen is quite feral and off-putting, no matter how gold and good his heart may be.
Staked is told through the rotating viewpoints of all three druids: Atticus, Granuaile and Owen, and the meandering is epic. We begin and end with the titular war with the vampires, but in between there’s a battle-seer-horse needing rescue, ecological retribution being wrought, treaties being hammered out in Asgard, greek gods getting vaporised, and all matter of other trivia. It wasn’t boring but I disliked being passed off between characters, especially when I had little use for Granuaile’s daddy issues and Owen’s feral lack of expletives that didn’t include his bollocks and backside, and those of everyone else’s.
I do enjoy Atticus’s adventures and character, and I like Oberon even more when I read him, as opposed to listening to a narrator scooby-doo his voice. I enjoy his interactions with the various deities and villains, and especially enjoy the verbal sparring between himself and Leif. It’s a detriment to the books, if not the overall story arc, that Hearne felt it necessary to take all of Atticus’ interesting friends away from him; he suffers from the lack of intellectually challenging interactions. Overall, though, it was a good enough story to keep me reading, and I enjoyed the ending well enough. If one chooses, one could end the series right here and everything save Ragnarok would be tied up neatly. At this moment, I’m content to leave the series here, but I can’t say I won’t change my mind.
I read this book for Halloween Bingo 2020, for the Dead Lands square. In spite of all the wandering about the plot did in the middle the beginning and end were chock full of vampires.
I’m shaking things up a bit. I’ve decided, after actually sitting down and looking at my card, to switch my Cozy Mystery read over to the Genre: Mystery square, as that gives me 4 called squares in a row in the 4th column. I’ve also switched my Spell Pack Wild Card Author from Conan Doyle to Patricia Briggs, because I should get something out of my recent re-read binge. So that takes care of A Grimm Tale. I have another author wild card I can use, but I’m going to hold that up my sleeve for now.
I’m currently reading Staked by Kevin Hearne for my Dead Lands square. If I had any sense of strategy, I’d hunker down and get Southern Gothic, Romantic Suspense (my Psych) and Trick or Tread read, as that would give me Bingo. Alas, mood reader. Perhaps after Staked I’ll make Phyllis Whitney’s Turquoise Mask next and knock off that Romantic Suspense/Psych square.
Calls made so far that are on my card:
*Note: I’ve removed Psych in favour of Romantic Suspense, as it’s the square I flipped, and American Horror Story has been transfigured into Spellbound
How it works:
If I read a square that hasn’t been called yet, a ghost of stickers-yet-to-come will appear; once the square has been called, the sticker will become fully corporeal. (Alas, this only works in regular browsers, but I’m in too deep to try to do something different now.) As the squares get ticked off, a fully formed image will appear. Previously, I posted the finished image, but this year I’m going to leave it a mystery.
Below is the table that will summarise the books I’ve read for each square, and note if I took advantage of one of the Spell Pack cards, and which one. Book Titles link to my review of the book here.
URL Phantomhive posted this first, reminding me of a time when these had a bit of a vogue on BookLikes. They were a lot of fun, and so without further ado:
Do you have a certain place at home for reading?
Although I’ll read anywhere, I do have a certain place for reading. We just completed a ‘renovation’ of sorts of the room we call a library, and it has one of those huge bean bags, with a bean bag arm rest and a bean bag footstool, snugged into a corner. It’s a really small room, and the bean bag is what fits – and it’s pretty comfy too.
With spring on its way here in Australia, I’ll also do a fair amount of reading outside in the garden.
Can you just stop reading or do you have to stop after a chapter/ a certain amount of pages?
I really, really want to stop at the end of a chapter. If I really can’t make it until the next chapter for whatever reason, I’ll stop at the end of a scene. Failing that, I’ll absolutely insist on finishing the paragraph.
Bookmark or random piece of paper?
I will use just about anything for a bookmark (that doesn’t damage the book, of course), although I have accumulated a shocking number of bookstore bookmarks over the years. As you can see, I have a bag on the wall of my library filled with all the bookmarks I currently have on hand (that aren’t floating around the house, or in a book). Before this accumulation, when I traveled full time for work, my bookmarks were all boarding passes and subway/train/bus tickets. It’s fun to come across one still stuck in the books on my shelves.
Multitasking: Music or TV while reading?
I’ve heard tell of this magic called multitasking, but I’ve never experienced it myself. I’m pathologically unable to focus on more than one thing at a time, with a very limited exceptions: I can read while classical music is playing, or if MT is watching sports – and only then when the announcers are dull as dishwater. If they are of the inane variety, my concentration is shot, and I must mock their stupidity with a passion that probably doesn’t enhance MT’s enjoyment of the game much.
So, really, no. No music or TV.
Do you eat or drink while reading?
I always, always have iced tea within arms reach. It’s a cultural DNA thing. I will snack while reading if it’s something that I can snack on that won’t risk staining my book, but eating a meal? No – see “I can’t multitask”, above.
Reading at home or everywhere?
Everywhere, anywhere. MT stopped inviting me to soccer matches after I tried to bring a book. Because even though I can’t multitask at all, I am the gold medal champion of tuning out the world* when focused on something – especially a good book.
*this would seem to be contradictory to my inability to listen to music, but close as I can figure, it’s because the music is (with the exception of classical) a repetitious thing, both in melody and lyrics and my brain seems to latch on, and get stuck to, the repetition.
One book at a time or several at once?
Generally, I prefer to have one fiction and one non-fiction read going at the same time. I’m a mood reader, but my lack of multi-tasking makes it hard to jump story trains; when I need a break from whatever fiction I’m reading, the non-fiction is just the thing. When the world was different and we were allowed to actually leave our house, I’d also have an audiobook on the go.
Reading out loud or silently in your head?
Silently – definitely silently. Unless it’s an excellent non-fiction read and I’m compelled to read parts out loud to MT, who’d really rather I didn’t. I don’t really read aloud very well to be honest. I lack any performing flair.
Also, I do actually read inside my head – there’s a definite internal narrator. I mention this because someone on BookLikes – I don’t remember who – mentioned that they don’t ‘hear’ the book in their head when they read it. When I mentioned this to MT, he said he doesn’t either. He just sees the words; there’s no corresponding internal ‘voice’ that says them. I don’t know how this works, I can’t wrap my head around it. But it explains why MT reads stupidly fast yet still manages to retain it. Which I try not to hold against him, because I think I’d miss that internal voice if it disappeared.
Do you read ahead or even skip pages?
Only if the book is stressing me out. Knowing the ending won’t ruin the story, and in fact, if I can relieve the anxiety I’m experiencing, I’ll enjoy the story even more. I will also happily skip swaths of expository dialog that I think are extraneous or irritating.
Breaking the spine or keeping it like new?
While I love old books and love that they look well-read, I read new books with every effort to make it look like they’ve never been opened. I’ve been known to cry out in existential pain when I see MT crack open a new paperback, pressing the cover open.
Saying that, my favorite book is an old paperback that is held together with a rubber band.
Do you write in your books?
I don’t judge those that do coughBrokenTune*cough, and I’ve been known to get giddy about marginalia when I stumble upon it, but me, myself? Oh hell no. If I can’t crack a spine can you imagine me trying to write in a book?
A few years ago, I found a book at the library for sale for $1 – all the worlds birds in one giant, bound checklist. It was a completely unmarked copy, and I love it. And it’s designed to be written in – you check off the birds you’ve seen and enter in the date and location of where you saw it. I manage it, but I do it in pencil. Lightly. Because it’s a book.
If you feel like sharing some of your reading habits, consider yourself tagged or let me know in the comments!