With apologies to the Beatles, when I find myself in times of trouble — mysteries, they comfort me.
I return to mysteries because when life doesn’t make sense, they are the best sort of self-help. I may not be able to solve a worldwide pandemic or the puzzling behavior of a loved one, but it soothes my soul when a detective wraps up a puzzle with a soliloquy and a hearty “Ah ha!”
But there’s another reason I like mysteries: the monsters. Not the furry under-the-bed sort, but those belonging to human hearts more like my own than I’d like to admit.
With further apologies to G.K. Chesterton, allow me to paraphrase my favorite quote by him, replacing the word “dragons” with “monsters”:
Fairy tales do not tell children that [monsters] exist. Children already know that [monsters] exist. Fairy tales tell children the [monsters] can be killed.”
Like a fairy tale, a satisfying mystery sees the monster exposed and, if not killed, at least defeated. Sometimes it’s not a knight with a sword or a detective with a mustache who does the deed but a woman who has been traumatized by death and learns to stand up to it ever after. Whodunnit? And why? To know the answer, we have to know each other, as William Stafford reminds us in the opening of A Ritual to Read to Read to Each Other:
If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
Since the new year I’ve read three mysteries that I keep returning to, rereading my notes and highlights. Each story wrestles with a different sort of monster (often more than one).
No one is murdered in Gaudy Night, by Dorothy Sayers, published in 1935, but several instances of lewd graffiti demand an investigation. Detective novelist Harriet Vane must look with clear eyes at the faculty of the women’s college she attended and at herself. If Vane were a real person, I’d stalk her on Twitter, though I’m sure she couldn’t be bothered with such a silly time-waster. As a writer approaching this real-life mystery, she “felt the novelist’s malicious enjoyment in a foolish situation.” She turned “the incidents of the last hour into a scene in a book (as is the novelist’s unpleasant habit).” And she admitted, “But I should scrub floors very badly, and I write detective stories rather well.” Her insights into humanity’s monsters, both petty and profound, is genius and quite fun.
A Thief of Time, published in 1988 by Tony Hillerman, is part of a series featuring Navajo Tribal Police officers Lt. Joe Leaphorn and Officer Jim Chee. In this book they are on a missing persons case. Leaphorn has just lost his wife, Emma, and his heartache over her loss is his biggest monster. Investigating one mystery leads to another and leads the duo back to one from the past, in which our heroes discover that monsters — even those who kill — are not always what they seem. The book also has some of the best descriptions of the American West I’ve ever read, including Leaphorn’s self-consciousness at buying an umbrella, “thinking he would own the only umbrella in Window Rock, and perhaps the only umbrella on the reservation, if not in all of Arizona.”
Finally, Bellweather Rhapsody, by Kate Racculia, published in 2014, shares DNA with The Westing Game. The intricate plot asks the reader to walk in the shoes of a lost girl, a twin, another twin, a chaperone, a conductor, a prodigy, a concierge, and a mother. The story opens with a murder and ends with one of the above-listed characters finding solace in classic mysteries, by the likes of Agatha Christie, Raymond Chandler, P.D. James, and Dashiell Hammett. Mystery becomes something first experienced, then read, and then written. In the process a monster is confined to the pages of a book, where it can do no more harm.
In the best mysteries we see the monster within and look a little more kindly on the monster without. Because monsters are everywhere. “Monsters exist because they are part of the divine plan,” it says in another mystery, The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco, which I have just begun to read.
There will be an answer. Let it be.
May Pages
Poetry
Barbara Crooker: Selected Poems, Barbara Crooker (Why yes, I read this collection last month as well. It’s that good.)
Adult
Winter Stars, Sonia Barkat
David Copperfield, by Charles Dickens
A Thief of Time, Tony Hillerman
Early Readers and Picture Books
The Runaway Bunny, Margaret Wise Brown (Join us for Children’s Book Club on Friday, June 12! Our By Heart poem for June is also by Margaret Wise Brown.)
Middle Grade and YA
My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry, Fredrik Backman (Also a bit of a mystery, also reminiscent of The Westing Game. The protagonist is 7 years old, so that’s why I’m putting it in this category, although it defies categorization.)
Made Progress
The Name of the Rose, Umberto Eco
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Glynn says
The very first book I bought for myself was a mystery — “Trixie Belden and the Secret of the Mansion.” I rode my bike up to the dime store (TG&Y) and bought it for 59 cents. From there it was Hardy Boys, every mystery offered by the Scholastic Book Club, and Agatha Christie. I’m still reading mysteries today — and reading them again (like the Philo Vance mysteries by S.S. Van Dine). And mystery lovers are in good company — T.S. Eliot devoured them.
May reading:
Fiction
The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien
The Billionaire’s Temporary Marriage by Tamie Dearon
Winter Stars: 3 Plays by Sonia Barkat
Not Until This Day by Valerie Bodden
His Father’s Son by Autumn Macarthur
A Match Made in Ireland by Michele Brouder
Perfect by Diana Fraser
Mystery
Kiss Miss by Leigh Copeland
The Kennel Murder Case by S.S. Van Dine
Bells, Tails, & Murder by Kathy Manos Penn
The Dragon Murder Case by S.S. Van Dine
Six Down. Dark Progression, and Somewhere in England by Glenn McGoldrick
The Casino Murder Case by S.S. Van Dine
Hunter’s Chase by Val Penny
The Garden Murder Case by S.S. Van Dine
Where Gods Dwell by Leigh Copeland
The Kidnap Murder Case by S.S. Van Dine
Poetry
Before It’s Too Late by Sarah Thomson
Antiques and Curios by S.R. Jakobi
The Making of Poetry by Adam Nicolson
The Soul is a Stranger in This Place by Micah Mattis
Non-fiction
Vintage Saints & Sinners by Karen Wright March
The Faith of a Mockingbird by Matt Rawle
Megan Willome says
Glynn, you are the mystery king! I love the mystery list you share this month, and the links on your blog’s Saturday Good Reads. I’m pretty sure “Gaudy Night” was a recommendation at CrimeReads.
How fun that your first book purchase was a Trixie Belden! My mom had three of them, and I read them all. I liked her better than Nancy Drew.
Maureen says
Glad you are enjoying Barbara Crooker. I re-read that collection often.
Currently, I’m reading ‘Living Faith: How Faith Inspires Social Justice’ by Curtiss Paul DeYoung (It was prompted by an earlier study-discussion during Lent of Bonhoeffer.)
I’ve started reading Tommy Orange’s ‘There There’ as well as Ellen Bass’s ‘Indigo’, Shann Ray’s ‘Atomic Theory 7’, and Philip Metres’s ‘Shrapnel Maps’ (the last two require thoughtful, slow reading).
I also read Leila Chatti’s ‘Deluge’ and Jane Hirshfield’s ‘Ledger’ as well as Rachel Louise Snyder’s ‘No Visible Bruises’ – all three I recommend highly.
Megan Willome says
Maureen, thank you for your list. There is something to be said for thoughtful, slow reading. I am learning to slow down and savor more often. Or if I get caught up and need to rush to the end of a story, coming back and spending time with my notes and highlights. With mysteries, it’s so often illuminating to go back and read the first chapter. Often the solution was there all along.
Rebecca D. Martin says
Gaudy Night! The Name of the Rose! Good heavens, those are top-notch mysteries. Gaudy Night is a novel in its own right, really. I reread it often.
I really loved this post. I really love mysteries. 🙂
Megan Willome says
Rebecca, I am glad to hear I’ve stumbled upon good ones! What other mysteries &/or mystery novelists do you like?