A somwhat unexciting threesome:
here). But I was in the mood for a good old-fashioned British mystery, something with a little more heft than an Agatha Christie, but a little less sturm und drang than a current Elizabeth George. So I picked up the first of the Lord Peter Whimsy mysteries by Dorothy Sayers. I had read the entire series years ago, long enough that I don't really remember much about any of them, except that I thoroughly enjoyed them. And, wonderfully, this book didn't disappoint. Lord Peter was just as I remembered him: charming, urbane, flippant with a tragic dark side. And his wonderful manservant Bunter was also just as loyal, intelligent, and crafty as I remembered. And I had completely forgotten the solution to the mystery, which made it all the more fun. Book number two in the series, Clouds of Witness, will be coming soon. Good beach read, I think.
here and here). I can't bear the thought of reading her unfinished works, The Watsons and Sandition, which feels like it would be so unsatisfying. So I finally turned to Lady Susan, her short, early epistolary novel, and the only complete Austen work I hadn't sampled. While as much (or nearly as much) of a pleasure as all of Jane's work, it seems obvious that this is an early attempt, particularly in the abrupt conclusion, that steps in when the letters seem to become too complicated for the youthful author to continue, and ties all the little plot strands up in a neat bow. But while they continue, the letters are a pleasure to read, particularly the ones from the Lady herself, who is a heartless, compassionless adventuress. She is cruel to her daughter, first ignoring her, then forcing her to marry a man she does not care for. She is cruel to her "friends," stealing a husband from one, enticing another's foolish brother to fall in love with her against his family's wishes and his own good judgement. Her letters are divinely nasty; here's a sample from one to her friend Alicia, bemoaning her disappointment that because of Alicia's husband's illness, Lady Susan will not be able to come stay with her in town: "My dear Alicia, of what a mistake were you guilty in marrying a Man of his age -- just old enough to be formal, ungovernable and to have the Gout -- too old to be agreeable, and too young to die." How's that for heartless? It's a short, light, fun read, but really only for Janeites who need to complete their collections.