Golden Age mysteries I love thee – especially for the slash

Have started to read The Division Bell Mystery by Ellen Wilkinson, of whom I had never heard. With the current political turmoil (“Division! Clear the lobbies!”) it’s an aptly timed read.

However, I have–as always–my slash goggles on when I read anything from the early 20th/late 19th centuries. Ahem:

It was with a little twitch at his heart that (Robert) West recognised in the man walking towards him the adored companion of his school and college days…


Radio silence ahead – sing ho for the rolling main!

Oh aaarh me hearties, we be off on the main tomorrow in search of doubloons and me internet will be patchy (if not non-existent) so if we be a-silent, don’t ye be a-panicking.

To put it in proper English, we’re off to the Canaries on a sort of floating Harrods. Our third cruise in just over a year (sure sign we’re getting old) and actually our third cruise ever. Suspect we’ve got the bug for it.

If we see any of these we’ll be lost:


although I do hope for one or two of these:


Latest charity bookshop bargains

Been a good few weeks for finds. Edmund Crispin’s Swan Song (that was a re-read), a bumper crop of Biggles (put into the TBR pile) and an excellent study of the Charles Bravo case (a great unsolved mystery that I hadn’t heard of until recently – am halfway through the book and really enjoying it).

However I had one great disappointment. I don’t mind reading a modernly written classic era Holmes (the Anthony Horowitz ones are rather good) and this one began with an intriguing premise – that Watson was set up from the start to spy on Holmes. Started well, went downhill rapidly. The original scenes were much better than the retelling of the Conan Doyle bits which were, frankly, dull. Such a curate’s egg of a book. I wish Alex Beecroft or Elin Gregory had written it.