I just received “The Case of the Gilded Fly”, my first Edmund Crispin mystery. Thanks so much, Caroline, for introducing me to him and other Golden Age authors!
My father introduced me to Edmund Crispin's books back when I was a teenage nerd. He drove a little two stroke Saab, and named it Lily Mungin, because of an L and M on two mysterious dashboard buttons on the radio. But it was named after Lily Christine. I've been investigating Bruce Montgomery every since. For somebody who wasn't prolific, he certainly did a lot. What we have is already everything I don't need a twelve foot shelf of Gervase Fen. Phases of the Moon is as darkly comic as anything James Thurber ever wrote.
Buried for pleasure is my favourite. I loved the poltergeist ..... the 'thing' that 'continues to polter'. I felt sorry for the non-doing pig which I felt should have had a long and non-doing life.
Spot on! - so glad you have included Crispin, one of my favourite authors, for all the reasons you list.
I just received “The Case of the Gilded Fly”, my first Edmund Crispin mystery. Thanks so much, Caroline, for introducing me to him and other Golden Age authors!
Fun trivia fact: Montgomery both wrote the score and script of Raising the Wind, a comedy film from the Carry On team that has a ton of musical gags.
My father introduced me to Edmund Crispin's books back when I was a teenage nerd. He drove a little two stroke Saab, and named it Lily Mungin, because of an L and M on two mysterious dashboard buttons on the radio. But it was named after Lily Christine. I've been investigating Bruce Montgomery every since. For somebody who wasn't prolific, he certainly did a lot. What we have is already everything I don't need a twelve foot shelf of Gervase Fen. Phases of the Moon is as darkly comic as anything James Thurber ever wrote.
A musician and a golden age mystery writer. Delightful stories roo. Esp the short stories. Sadly an alcoholic who died young.
Buried for pleasure is my favourite. I loved the poltergeist ..... the 'thing' that 'continues to polter'. I felt sorry for the non-doing pig which I felt should have had a long and non-doing life.