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May 2015

May 13, 2015

Ngaio Marsh: Night at the Vulcan

Night at the Vulcan, also published as Opening Night, is the sixteenth of Ngaio Marsh’s...

April 2015

April 30, 2015

Ngaio Marsh on Stoic French Ladies

She was fifty and tall for a Frenchwoman. Her figure was impressive, her hair rigidly...

April 28, 2015

Ngaio Marsh: Death in a White Tie

I’ve been re-reading Ngaio Marsh’s “Roderick Alleyn” mysteries in publication order; and one of my...

April 14, 2015

Ngaio Marsh: Vintage Murder

Ngaio Marsh’s first novel, A Man Lay Dead, is a competent, entertaining mystery, and already...

April 09, 2015

Ngaio Marsh: Bad Makeup on a Bad Face

She painted her face, but with such inattention to detail that Roberta was reminded of...

April 07, 2015

Ngaio Marsh: A Man Lay Dead

Ngaio Marsh (pronounced "NYE-oh") is one of my favorite mystery authors; and she’s striking because...

April 02, 2015

A Cloak and a Sombrero like G.K.C.

‘He’s a dear little man,’ said Lady Alleyn emphatically. ‘The nicest possible little man.’ ‘Not...

March 2015

March 26, 2015

Ngaio Marsh on Sophomores

The cub, as Hambledon had called Gordon Palmer, was seventeen years old, dreadfully sophisticated, and...