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No, your eyes aren't deceiving you, this is the second Lord Peter Wimsey post in a week. I made a vow to myself to not repeat shows for Fifty-Five Years a Masterpiece, much as I did for its predecessor, Fifty Years a Masterpiece, but sometimes it's unavoidable, especially as later seasons of Masterpiece Theatre have fewer shows and one season had only a single show. Yes, I'm looking at you season thirty-seven. If it had been I good show I might have forgiven you, but The Amazing Mrs Pritchard is not good. Over thirty years earlier season three of Masterpiece Theatre had six shows while season four had five. With my self-imposed vow to not repeat a review that omitted Country Matters, The Edwardians, and Upstairs, Downstairs from consideration. Which left Lord Peter Wimsey, The Man Who Was Hunting Himself, and Vienna 1900. Thanks to YouTube I have actually found a lot of supposedly lost media this past year but The Man Who Was Hunting Himself and Vienna 1900 weren't among them when I previously checked. So I decided to take a novel approach so you wouldn't get the same post twice in a week. That approach was to watch the two mysteries featured in season three and then write my review before I started the two mysteries featured in season four. And voila! Two entirely new and unique reviews. Of course if I do a celebration for the sixtieth and the two aforementioned shows haven't made an appearance by then I have a feeling I'll be repeating myself... But I do at least try to refresh it and say thankee for indulging me. PS I'm totally planning on doing Sixty Years a Masterpiece. I might already be writing posts for it. So this season adapts Lord Peter's most famous case, "Murder Must Advertise," and I have to say, this is the Dorothy L. Sayers I know and loath. The racial slurs and infodumps are all here. Why no, I do not want to learn every single employee in the advertising agency in the first five minutes while they're all talking over each other simultaneously because I will forget who they all are, oh, and you're now doing it with the bell ringers in "The Nine Tailors?" I do not want to know the name of every single bell ringer, as well as the name, number, and tone of their bell. Because there is no way I will remember this information as they all look like identical old white men. And yes, she did this to me in Gaudy Night too. Which I haven't forgiven her for. I actually started a cast list while reading that book to try to avoid confusion. At least in a visual medium I can remember some of the faces. You know, the one young bell ringer, the one that reminds me of Richard Griffiths, that sort of thing. Because if there's one thing that these adaptations get right about Dorothy L. Sayers, beyond the racial slurs and infodumps, they are confusing as hell. One crime deals with breaking up a drug smuggling ring which I literally couldn't care less about all while Lord Peter is rather annoying darting around town dressed up as a harlequin with a penny whistle while the other is so badly plotted I have no idea when the mystery took place. I think it started right before the outbreak of WWI and then leaped forward to the middle of thirties, but with everyone still oddly talking about the Spanish Flu. Which led me down a rabbit hole about when there were other flu outbreaks, and needless to say, if you're having to do extracurricular research just to enjoy a show perhaps the show should have been giving you more information. I mean, they could have just put the date on the screen! Sigh. That obviously would have been too easy. I just really feel bad for Ian Carmichael. He really is a great Lord Peter. Too bad the source material isn't the greatest. And I know that sounds like blasphemy to some, but it's exactly how I feel.

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Labels: Bell Ringers, Dorothy L. Sayers, Fifty-Five Years a Masterpiece, Gaudy Night, Ian Camichael, Infodump, Lord Peter Wimsey, Murder Must Advertise, Racism, Spanish Flu, The Man Who Was Hunting Himself, The Nine Tailors, WWI

Nine Liars by Maureen Johnson
Published by: Katherine Tegen Books
Publication Date: December 27th, 2022
Format: Hardcover, 464 Pages
Rating: ★★
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All Stevie Bell's friends are planning their futures but after solving the case of a lifetime she is unsure what to do with her life. It's her final year of high school and she should be thinking about college applications but all she can think about is how much she misses her boyfriend. David is now studying in England. That's a whole ocean away. But he has an idea that gives Stevie life. Ellingham Academy is more than a little indebted to Stevie, what with saving it from closing and all, so he thinks the school would be willing to swing a study abroad program for her and their friends as the school has embraced remote learning in an attempt to keep their students alive. And he's right. Dr. Jenny Quinn, the new director of Ellingham, gives Stevie, Janelle, Vi, and Nate permission. With strict guidelines. This is a cultural trip that will last one week. They will be staying in London at Craven House which is where David lives. It's a hodgepodge of student housing but it fits their needs and Stevie's needs in particular. Because right now Stevie needs some alone time with David. But as soon as they land he's got a thing. You'd think coming across an ocean would be more important than a "thing" but David has always been an enigma. Maybe that's what drew Stevie to him? After a delay David plays the tour guide, culminating at the London Eye where he introduces them to his classmate and study partner, Izzy. Izzy instantly raises Stevie's hackles. She's too nice, too perfect, but then she hands Stevie the best gift, an unsolved murder. Nothing else matters now. This trip has narrowed it's focus down to two objectives, solve the cold case from the summer of 1995 involving Izzy's aunt Angela Gill and lose her virginity to David. Landmarks and tourist traps be damned. Her friends are now there to just cover her ass with Dr. Quinn as she delves into a time when everyone was listening to Blur. "The Nine" were a sketch comedy group that went to Cambridge and lived an entwined and internecine life in shitty student housing. Clothes, food, partners, everything was shared. Their graduation was the end of an era. So in grand fashion they were trooping out to Merryweather, a country manor house owned by the family of one of their cohort, Sebastian Holt-Carey. The rest of the party consisted of Theo Bailey, Noel Butler, Peter Elmore, Angela Gill, Rosie Mortimer, Julian Reynolds, Sooz Rillington, and Yash Varma. They piled into two cars and sped off for the countryside. That night during a drunken game of hide-and-seek with a storm brewing Noel and Rosie were murdered. They weren't found until morning in the woodshed, all evidence washed away. The police assumed it was a failed burglary. No one was ever caught. Which is where Stevie comes in. She's on a tight deadline, but if her friends will just cover for her she might pull off the impossible. Yet again.

As I have mentioned before this series has a split personality disorder. There's the historical crimes that I am drawn to and the YA angst I cringe from. Sadly this volume leaned hard into the cringe while giving us an historical crime I couldn't care less about. So, the historical case, what I am calling Peter's Murderous Friends. This cold case isn't so much a cold case as one left unsolved due to police disinterest. They decided, due to scant evidence and whose house it was, to just chock it up to burglars and leave it at that. As for why "The Nine" didn't want the case to be thoroughly investigated, I think they just didn't want to look too hard at themselves and opted for ignorance. Did they want to have a killer amongst them? No. And ignorance is bliss. So why should we, as readers, care for a cold case that no one else cared for? Especially as we don't have any connection to Noel and Rosie. They are just two of nine characters that were infodumped on us and unlike "good girl" Sabrina Abbot in The Box in the Woods we have no emotional investment, no tie to them. And then, when you get right down to the basic facts, so much of this plays out the same way as The Box in the Woods, with a small group connected to the crime still alive so when something happens it is obviously one of them. I understand the need for modern day stakes, and it worked in The Box in the Woods, but here it felt too contrived. And as for Peter's Murderous Friends? I would have just rather watched Peter's Friends. Because seriously, I love that movie. It is perfection. So when you take the same setup, Cambridge sketch comedy group reuniting at one of their country estates, well, just adding in murder isn't enough. You have to have the same emotional connection as you do to Peter and Rodger and Maggie and all the rest. And that did it in under two hours. Here Maureen Johnson couldn't do it in over four hundred pages! I was so excited for this volume, finally, a county house murder by Maureen Johnson. If there was anyone more excited than her it was me, because a can never get enough of English country houses. But this just didn't work. Aside from being the first author I've read to accurately and logically explain a ha-ha. I just can't get beyond my disinterest verging on hatred of "The Nine." Though in the end I hated Stevie more. I hate what she did to her friends. Constantly lying to them and getting them caught up in schemes that were dangerous all for her obsessions, both murderous and lustful. This wasn't about nine liars, Stevie made liars of them all. The only bright spot I have is that with that cliffhanger of David macking on someone new is that perhaps he can finally be written out.

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Labels: Axe Murder, British Country House, Cambridge, Cold Case, Ellingham Academy, Infodump, London, London Eye, Maureen Johnson, Nine Liars, Peter's Friends, Peter's Murderous Friends, Stevie Bell, Summer School, The Box in the Woods

I was never into Greek Myths. They either get you at a young age or you're immune, kind of like ponies. I wasn't a horse girl either. And I sure as hell wasn't Rory and Paris spending their Spring Break in a Florida motel watching Joseph Campbell and the Power of Myth. Every few years I think to myself, maybe I should give the Odyssey a second chance. Only to very quickly remember how much I hate Odysseus. And if there was any show that would finally change my mind about Greek Mythology I can safely say that this was not it. The problem is that Percy Jackson and the Olympians wrongly assumes that their audience knows all the Greek Myths and would know who everyone was and what was going on from the start. You know what they say about making assumptions? Well, I don't like being made to feel like an ass. This first season, because, yes, they bafflingly renewed it, only has eight episodes in it and it wasn't until Edge showed up and did a big infodump in episode five that I actually was able to kind of figure out what was going on. And while I'm not a fan of the infodump, Edge as Ares delivers it so perfectly, so insouciantly, that I can't help but love it, even if the arrival of the information is too little too late. Edge, or should I say Adam Copeland, is one of the reasons I turned into this show. The children are nobodies, and Walker Scobell as Percy is the most punchable lead ever unless you factor in the actor playing Percy when he was younger, because Azriel Dalman has made me a hater for life, but the adults, good gods damn, they're a stacked cast; Toby Stephens, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Timothy Omundson, Megan Mullally, Jason Mantzoukas, Jessica Parker Kennedy, Suzanne Cryer, Jay Duplass, and Lance Reddick! But I felt like it was a bait and switch. Our hero's father is Toby Stephens and you get to see him exactly twice in this show. No more, no less, and yes, it will break your heart. Perhaps they're trying to put us in Percy's shoes with how he feels about not having his father in his life, but he never knew his father was Toby Stephens and those of us who did now feel cheated. And also have a desperate need to rewatch Jane Eyre or Black Sails, hell, I'd even rewatch The Camomile Lawn! And I know I'm not the target demographic, I was just hoping I'd enjoy it. And yes, sometimes there's occasionally a really great music choice that made me laugh, but guest stars and jokes that will go over most people's heads like Lin-Manuel Miranda humming the theme to Arthur shouldn't be the only things you like about the show. You shouldn't sit down and think, you know, these end credits really are the strongest part of this series. And yet, that's what I thought after every episode. Because if someone asked me right now what exactly happened in this show I would in no way be able to tell them. But if someone asked me to describe the end credits, I would be waxing lyrical about their WPA mural roots and how perfect they are. Dammit, now I want to go watch the end credits again. Especially because I do love Bear McCreary... OK, that's settled, off to watch the credits and ignore the amazing guest stars they have lined up for season two. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, I will come for you.

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Labels: Adam Copeland, And the Emmy Goes To, Edge, Gilmore Girls, Greek Mythology, Infodump, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Odysseus, Odyssey, Percy Jackson, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Timothy Omundson, Toby Stephens, WPA

Slade House by David Mitchell
Published by: Random House
Publication Date: October 27th, 2015
Format: Hardcover, 238 Pages
Rating: ★★
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There is a door. It's small and unassuming. Most people never see it because most of the time it isn't there. But every nine years on the last Saturday of October it's there for the chosen one. Near The Fox and Hounds Pub, Slade Alley is easy to miss. If you don't look carefully you could end up going out the other side wondering how you could have missed the entrance. But through that small door is a beautiful garden leading up to a house. A house that is far too nice for the working class neighborhood the alley is a part of. But then again, you'd never find the house in that neighborhood. It's in a little bubble all it's own, an orison. In 1979 Nathan Bishop is the chosen one. His mother, a pianist, has been asked to perform at Slade House for Lady Norah Grayer. Lady Grayer asked that Nathan be brought along. He spends the day in the garden playing with a boy his age, Jonah. But as they chase each other around the house things begin to shift and change. Nathan is worried that the Valium he snuck from his mother was bad. But it's not the Valium, it's the house. It has lured him in and Norah and Jonah won't let go. Nathan Bishop and his mother are never seen again. Nine years later in 1988 Detective Inspector Gordon Edmonds is looking into the disappearance of Nathan Bishop and his mother because new evidence has surfaced. On the day they disappeared they asked directions from a Fred Pink. Immediately after stepping out of Slade Alley Fred Pink was hit by a car and has spent the intervening years in a coma. When he was catching up on the news that he missed he recognized the Bishops and immediately went to the police. Gordon Edmonds finds Slade House and the beautiful widow Chloe Chetwynd. She uses her feminine wiles to seduce Gordon Edmonds. He is never seen again. In 1997 a group of paranormal investigators made up of college students, one of whom is Fred Pink's nephew, goes missing never to be seen again. In 2006 the sister of one of the missing college student interviews Fred Pink. She to disappears. Like dominoes, each disappearance leads to another and another, stretching back and forward until someone is able to pop the bubble.

Years ago I bought Slade House giddy for a good haunted house story not knowing that it tied heavily into David Mitchell's other book, The Bone Clocks. But then again, all his books tie in. Yet I still thought I should probably do my homework and read The Bone Clocks first. So I put off reading Slade House, and I put off reading it. Then two things happened around the same time, a friend of mine said this book could easily be read as a standalone and I found a copy of The Bone Clocks on the sales table at Barnes and Noble. Thanks for sending me mixed messages universe! So I was basically back at square one. Looking for a good spooky read leading up to Halloween I said fuck it and picked up Slade House and I really wish that I had waited. Typical me would have read The Bone Clocks first. Typical me would have been right. This feels almost like it's the CliffsNotes version of the meticulous worldbuilding that Mitchell has done. There is a literal infodump in the forth chapter that while yes, it makes everything clear, feels too shoehorned in. This information about apertures and orisons and lacunas and psychovoltage feel like they belong to another story. And really, they do. And that is this book's fatal flaw. Yes, you may be given everything you need to know, but it feels shallow. The ending is a literal Deus ex machina where a character from his other books who is from the other feuding immortal faction shows up and puts an end to Norah and Jonah. How is that fair to the readers of this book? It feels not just like Mitchell is cheating the readers of a satisfying ending but is also admonishing them for not doing their homework. I should have known this wasn't likely a book for me because of the comparisons the The Turn of the Screw. My main problem with that story is there is no jeopardy. You know the governess survives. The same could be said here. There is no driving force because every narrator dies so your investment in the characters will never pay off so you quickly learn to disassociate from all of them. And this isn't even going into my issues about how Mitchell handles each decade and the derogatory language he uses. Sure, it's era appropriate, but much like everything to do with this book I could have done without.

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Labels: CliffsNotes, David Mitchell, Deus Ex Machina, Disappearances, Ghosts, Going Gothic, Haunted House, Immortality, Infodump, Orison, Slade House, Souls, The Bone Clocks, The Turn of the Screw, Worldbuilding