I'll have you know. For Lo! We are back on the subject of Lord Peter Wimsey, crack sleuth of the Golden Age of Detective Fiction, and if you dared snigger at my use of "crack" then THE EXIT DOOR IS THAT WAY! <points>.
"Tallboys" is the last story that Dorothy L. Sayers wrote of our hero (others have taken up the pen since she passed on) and I find the critics dating of this one a touch - how can I put it? Wrong. There you go.
Sorry, Pete old mate, but there it is. |
Here an aside. The Poles and the Teutons are, as usual, squabbling about this even as I type (I think it's in their genes), but
A source of much bother |
Maybe so, yet it's a 1942 that hadn't happened by the time Ol' Dot scrawled it out, because the short story collection it comes from is dated 1939. Lord P. doesn't mention The War anywhere in the story, and the allusion some critics make to a reference about "Prestige" and the Second Unpleasantness can apply to any time period going back to the fifteenth century. In fact no characters at all mention The War in "Tallboys", which is a bit of a stretch, since 1942 was a crucial time for the armies of Perfidious Albion. Singapore, Tobruk, El Alamein, all that. It is thus highly probably that Ol' Dot wrote it whilst the storm clouds were still gathering on the horizon, rather than being overhead.
Bad critics! Naughty critics! No biscuit at bedtime for you!
There you go, a bit of literary detective work for you, done by Your Humble Scribe so you don't have to.
You're welcome.
Tallboys!
How Much Do I Hate Shakespeare
That's not a rhetorical question, Your Humble Scribe - who's a whole lot humbler than that sonnet-writing bumbler - loathes the man and all his works with a passion. The only work that comes within a mega-parsec of acceptance is "The Tempest" because "Forbidden Planet" is based on it*.
Shakespeare? Never mind shaking it, he should be introduced to the sharp end of one! |
The Barb Of Avon
The Barf Of Avon (one for our South Canadian cousins there)
The Bark Of Avon (woodn't you know it)
The Barm Of Avon (A barm is a roll here in the North of the Allotment)
The Lard Of Avon
Which is as far as I got before the bus came, interrupting my train of vindictive and venomous thought, thank you First Bus - if I hadn't been on a roll nothing would have turned up for another 20 minutes!
Hello William. Say hello to some of my little friends ... |
Speak Of The Devil And He Shall Appear. First Bus, Not So Much
From yesterday, the 24 bus service from Rochdale to Manchester has been permanently ended. Oh, it also went from Manchester to Rochdale, otherwise all the buses would be left on Lever Street, wouldn't they?
This has been on the cards for a good while. Originally an all-day service, First cut it down to only nine buses per day - I mean, who wants to go to Rochdale, right? Then, because Rochdale is a haven only for scum and villainy - that sounds oddly familiar - they cut the number of buses to seven per day. Theoretically, because the ones from Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell frequently failed to turn up. So some cynics will ask "How do you tell the difference?"
Rochdale Bus Station! |
CAUTION! Reality may be different |
Getting home tonight is equally in the way of a dangerously exciting adventure***. First Bus - bringing excitement and drama into our boring, humdrum lives! Thank you so much, First Bus.
From One Extreme To Another**
O lord indeed. I refer to "The Two-Bear Mambo", the third novel in the Hap and Leonard series by Joe Lansdale, which is the polar opposite of Lord Peter Wimsey and Golden Age detectives of his ilk. Leonard has some pretensions to taste and class, but Hap has none whatsoever, in fact about as much as his ambition. Art?
You'll have to guess who's who |
I loved it. I'm going to get me some more.
And with that, time fer lunch.
* A Parsec is a unit of astronomical distance, a contraction of "Parallax of one Arc Second" and it was a big thing in sci-fi back in the Thirties, until it got displaced by light years. Sorry, parsec.
** Thirteen Senses reference for you there.
*** So I exaggerate, sue me. "I caught the bus" lacks any sense of drama, you carpers!
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