Murder Under the Christmas Tree – short stories

 Murder Under the Christmas Tree cover

Murder Under the Christmas Tree is a compilation of short stories by well known authors, all set around about Christmas – as you would expect.

The first story is The Necklace of Pearls by Dorothy L. Sayers. I’m quite a fan of Sayers but I have to admit that I was a wee bit disappointed with this one as I guessed the solution fairly quickly.

The other contributers are Ian Rankin, Margery Allingham, Arthur Conan Doyle, Val McDermid, Ellis Peters, Edmund Crispin, G.K. Chesterton, Carter Dickson and Ngaio Marsh. The sleuths include Holmes, Lord Peter Wimsey, Cadfael, Father Brown, Rebus and others you will recognise.

It’s quite a collection of authors and I’m sure there’s something for everyone here, well everyone who enjoys a good murder around the festive season – as I do!

I read this book for the Christmas Spirit Reading Challenge.

The Moving Toyshop by Edmund Crispin

The Moving Toyshop cover

The Moving Toyshop by Edmund Crispin was first published in 1946 and it’s a Gervase Fen mystery. The book was dedicated to Philip Larkin who of course was offered the post of Poet Laureate in 1984, but decided against taking up the offer. The Moving Toyshop was published just after Larkin’s first book of poetry was published, I mention this because one of the main characters in the book is a young poet.

I had a vague idea that this one had been made into a film but it seems to have been a TV series, way back in 1964, you can at least see who was in it here.

I think this is the third Gervase Fen mystery which I’ve read and although I’ve liked them all, this one is definitely my favourite. Apart from it being a good mystery it’s also a good laugh, Crispin obviously didn’t take himself too seriously. He does the bookish equivalent of an actor looking into the camera and speaking to the audience. When asked which way to go at a fork in the road he has Cadogan the young poet saying – Let’s go left, after all Gollancz is publishing this book. Obviously referring to the original publisher of the book Victor Gollancz a well known supporter of left-wing politics. There’s a lot of humour but I’m sure that for his friends there was a whole lot more in the way of in jokes.

Anyway, to the book: Richard Cadogan a young poet who has been living in London decides to have a holiday in Oxford where he had been to university. He’s looking for romance and a bit of excitement. Due to a mix up with trains he ends up having to hitch a lift there from a lorry driver and gets to Oxford late at night. He’s dropped off just outside the centre of town and passes a shop on the way to a place where he can sleep, such as one of the colleges. An awning has been left out over one of the shops and on the spur of the moment he tries the door, it’s a toyshop and the door isn’t locked. Stepping into the shop and half expecting an irate owner to come downstairs and accuse him of burglary, he has a look around, and then he trips over a body!

When he returns later with the police, there’s no body and not even a toyshop. Where the toyshop had been there is now a grocery. With the help of his friend Professor Gervase Fen he sets out to solve the mystery.

This is a great read and a good laugh too. P.D. James named The Moving Toyshop as one of the top five mystery books.

Buried for Pleasure by Edmund Crispin

Buried for Pleasure was first published in 1948 and it’s a Gervase Fen mystery. If you enjoy wit and comedy served along with your crime fiction then this one will definitely be for you.

Gervase Fen is of course an Oxford professor but he has decided to branch out and run for parliament in the small rural constituency of Sanford Angelorm. The small town has more than its fair share of odd characters, which all adds to the fun.

Now for The Moving Toyshop by the same author, which I’ve just borrowed from the library.

I’m more or less on track to reach my goal of 100 books read this year. I did think that by this time I would have gone over 100 but the mild weather meant that I didn’t get as much reading done as usual. Also I’ve discovered that husbands when they’re retired (or maybe it’s just mine) take up quite a lot of your time, not that I’m complaining.

It’s now two weeks until Christmas so I have been busy blinging the place up, I might inflict some photos on you soon. I had intended to put a video of the garden on by now but it turned out that it was ten minutes long which is a bit problematical so I don’t know if that will happen now. Today we had our first snow of the winter but it didn’t lie and thankfully the east of Scotland has managed to dodge the worst of the stormy weather which has been battering the north and west of Scotland. It has been mainly grey and wet here, really dreich, so dark that you need to have lights on during the day so I’m pining for the 21st of this month, the winter solstice, when the daylight will begin to lengthen again. That date just cheers me up, just knowing that we’re on the right side of the year, as far as I’m concerned anyway.