Showing posts with label Edmund Crispin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Edmund Crispin. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 19, 2023
Beneath the Stains of Time: Not a Ghost to Be Found: "The Name on the Window" (1951) by Edmund Crispin
Beneath the Stains of Time: Not a Ghost to Be Found: "The Name on the Window" ...: " Edmund Crispin " was the pseudonym of Bruce Montgomery, a classical musician, composer, conductor, anthologist and mystery write...
Friday, June 10, 2022
Thursday, August 13, 2015
At the Scene of the Crime: Nobody Knows the Truffles I've Seen...
At the Scene of the Crime: Nobody Knows the Truffles I've Seen...: It’s been a while since my last review, and I’m starting to get out of practice. I can’t quite figure out how to start today’s review of Ch...
Saturday, May 19, 2012
The Rap Sheet
Barry’s review here from yesterday, Love Lies Bleeding is one of several book reviews with
links noted at http://therapsheet.blogspot.com/ Always very cool to be noticed at The Rap Sheet.
Friday, May 18, 2012
FFB Review: “Love Lies Bleeding” by Edmund Crispin (1948)--Reviewed by Barry Ergang
It is Friday and that means it is time for Friday’s
Forgotten Books hosted by Patti Abbott. Like last week, Todd Mason is
collecting the titles and links to compile the list on his excellent blog at http://socialistjazz.blogspot.com/
as Patti is unavailable today. If you are not already reading Todd’s blog you
should be. Thanks again to Barry for not
only contributing another review but all his help in keeping things going
around here.
To make matters worse, the bodies of two masters, Somers and Love, are found. Both men have been murdered. Still later, the body of slovenly Mrs. Bly, a woman who lives in the country nearby, is discovered by a clerk on a walking tour vacation.
Are the events ill-timed random occurrences, or are they connected? (If you can’t answer that question, you’ve clearly never read a traditional whodunit.)
Fortunately for the local, inexperienced Superintendent Stagge, Oxford Professor of English and amateur sleuth Gervase Fen, a friend of Castrevenford’s headmaster, is on hand to present Speech Day awards. Stagge is grateful for his assistance.
It doesn’t take too long before Fen discovers what connects Brenda’s disappearance and the three murders: a lost literary treasure of enormous scholarly and financial value. He knows rather quickly who the murderer is, too, but in accordance with classic tradition, won’t reveal the name until he has conclusive proof.
Edmund Crispin (real name Bruce Montgomery) was one of mystery fiction’s most literate producers. (You might want to have a good dictionary close by for when you encounter words like ferial, resipiscently, unhouseled, and irrefragable.) He was a skilled plotter, and had a knack for creating wildly colorful characters. Love Lies Bleeding has a solid enough plot, but I found it, on the whole, to be a disappointment. Most of the characters are mere names on the page; they don’t come to life as individuals, and they and the novel’s overall tone lack the expansive extravagance I’ve come to expect from Crispin. Even Fen’s explanation of the solution and how he arrived at it felt plodding and tedious.
I can recommend this one to readers already familiar with Crispin via livelier works such as The Moving Toyshop, Buried for Pleasure, Swan Song, and The Case of the Gilded Fly. If you’re new to his work, this probably isn’t the place to start.
Barry Ergang ©2008, 2012
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