I’ve been a book blogger for around seven years at this point. I’ve come to realize that sometimes I just need a fresh start – a blank slate so to speak.
In the last year or so, I’ve really returned to my roots as a reader. I started out reading and loving Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden mysteries, and grew into a crime/suspense reader as a young adult, devouring the Agatha Christie mysteries that I found on my parents bookshelves, along with classic espionage like Len Deighton and Helen Macinnes, and gothic style romantic suspense by Victoria Holt and Phyllis Whitney.
Crime fiction has always been a staple of my reading life, and I’ve hung out in L.A. with Harry Bosch, followed Richard Jury and Inspector Lynley around England, and gone on holiday with Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot to exotic locales, travelling by plane, train and automobile. I’ve fled from gloomy mansions with countless governesses, companions and other genteel and impoverished young women, being pursued by unknown villains, some supernatural, most not.
The title of this blog, Peril at Whitehaven Mansion, is an homage to the residence of Hercule Poirot, who lived in a flat in Whitehaven Mansions, and this particular blank slate is going to be filled with my thoughts on crime fiction, with a particular focus on classic crime (i.e., crime published in the twentieth century). I’m sure, as well, that some current crime will sneak into my posts. I’ll discuss both the books I am reading and the television/movies that I am watching, both adaptations of crime literature as well as original stories.
There is something about crime, especially murder, which compels the modern mind. I live in a glorious time, when long out of print fiction is being made available to the modern reader through electronic publishing, with publishers like the publishing arm of the British library, Open Road Media’s Mysterious Press and Dean Street Press finding and publishing authors who have fallen into obscurity. We’ll talk about them here.