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What book is everyone reading at the moment? Part 2.

I'm on to the 13th of the 39 ER Punshon Bobby Owen mysteries, Murder Abroad. Loosely based on a real murder in France (that of Olive Branson) in 1929, this was written in 1939 and sees Bobby, now promoted to Detective-Sergeant, apparently on a sketching tour of the Auvergne but in reality on a month's busman's holiday.

He's working privately for a friend of the wife of the Home Secretary, who wants him to look into the death of her eccentric sister, who was found dead in a well at an old mill. French police have deemed it a suicide, but her fortune (in diamonds) is missing. It's quite a departure from previous books as Bobby doesn't have the machinery of Scotland Yard at his disposal, so he's naturally hampered in his investigations.

I'm really hoping that the solution is not the same as the real-life case.
 
I'm reading Jacqueline in Paris by Ann Mah, 2022.

It's a fictional account of Jacqueline Bouvier/Kennedy's first college year spent in Paris.

It's better than I was expecting it to be. (I'm not a big fan of fiction, nor fan fiction.) I'm actually really enjoying it. While it's lighter fare than most of my usual reads, it's got good depth, that's what I wasn't expecting.
 
Radio Comedy, Arthur Frank Wertheim

Published by Oxford University Press in 1979, this history covers U.S. radio comedy and comedians from the 1920s up through the rise of TV and the accompanying decline of entertainment radio in the 1950s. At 440 pages, it's not as in-depth as the biographies and autobiographies of, say, Fred Allen and Jack Benny, but it's a thorough overview of the subject.

Commercial radio began in this country in 1920-21 with the debut of KDKA in Pittsburgh and WJZ in Newark. At first the content was limited to music and news programs, plus of course commercials. Gradually live performances of music increased, though the groups were small because studios had limited floorspace. Now and then a bandleader or musician would offer patter and jokes. One of the earliest broadcast ran, "What's the difference between a coconut and a Scotsman? You can get a joke out of a coconut!"

Because at first there was no live studio audience, or even an undead one, the jokesters never paused for a laugh, which given the quality of the patter was probably for the best. As stations proliferated, some big-name performers showed up now and then. Cowboy comic philosopher Will Rogers made a brief appearance for a thousand bucks, not a token fee in the twenties. Sponsors began to name the musical groups after themselves (the Happiness Candy Company had the Happiness Boys; a cough drop company had Trade Smith and Mark Smith, really Scrappy Lambert and Billy Hillpot). The jokes began to elbow out the tunes.

Then came Freeman Gosden and Charles Correll, who launched a comedy series called Sam 'n Henry in 1926. Gosden and Correll were white. The characters they played were black. It was, in short, a small-cast blackvoice minstrel show. Before long the actors moved to a larger station, the show changed the names of the characters to Amos and Andy, and the first hit comedy series was born. It went on for thirty-some years, enormously popular with the white audience, much less so among African-Americans. Different times, different values . . ..

The real importance of the show was that it pioneered the concept of a network. Three stations, then five then dozens broadcast the same episode at the same time, and the audience demand exploded. As the twenties ended and the Depression years began, nearly every household in America had a radio.

Chapters set during the 1930s cover Will Rogers, who pioneered sly political and social commentary, and then Ed Wynn, a specialist in silly, goofy humor. He had a terrible time at first because the lack of a studio audience threw his timing and confidence way off. The solution was to invite a few folks in to give him the reactions he needed, and the pattern of the radio comedy show changed. Though radio was a ravenous beast, hungry for humor, it didn't always reward the comedians. Joe Penner, Stoopnagle and Budd, even Bert Lahr and the Marx Brothers (two of them, anyway, Chico and Groucho) had short-lived series, mainly because a weekly show really ran through the basic routines fast. Later Fred Allen said the grind of a weekly show felt like a treadmill to oblivion.

Beginning in the late thirties, the golden age came and with it, comedians who could survive in the long term by not relying on one routine until it ran into the ground. Jack Benny paradoxically relied on audience familiarity with the characters, but established the characters first. Jack was a ladies' man at first, then a punster and finally settled into his vain, egotistic, and above all miserly violinist/comedian who was always the fall guy. He brilliantly and generously discovered he got far more laughs by reacting rather than by cracking jokes. Eventually if anyone in the show mentioned money, the audience would begin to titter, anticipating Benny's pained reaction at the thought of spending a dime. By letting everyone else get the laugh at his expense, Benny became a number one star.

Benny's good friend George Burns and his wife Gracie Allen similarly hit their stride by changing their act to emphasize situational and character-driven humor instead of going through a series of gags. Burns, originally the comic, swapped with Gracie, who had been feeding the straight lines. Burns quipped, "One night i asked Gracie, 'How's your brother?' and since then I've never worked a day in my life." Fred Allen, an erstwhile Vaudeville juggler who discovered that juggling didn't translate well to radio, became an acerbic, quick-witted observer of life, dealing with an assortment of oddball characters who lived in Allen's Alley. Fibber McGee and Molly moved to Wistful Vista and like George and Gracie became like everyone's funny neighbors. Edgar Bergen became radio's favorite ventriloquist. After all, when dummy Charlie McCarthy talked, the radio audience didn't know that Bergen's lips were moving.

Later personalities and stars get their turns in the book's discussion of what is and isn't funny. Bob Hope rose to prominence beginning around 1939 and built a radio career on fast-flowing wisecracks and (unfortunately) tons of topical references that today badly date recordings of the show. Red Skelton developed a variety show made up of music interspersed with skits that starred Skelton using varying voice intonations to play an assortment of characters, from hick Clem Kadiddlehopper to punch-drunk boxer Cauliflower McPugg, Sheriff Deadeye, a Mean Widdle Kid, and bum Freddie the Freeloader, among others.

The arc of radio's popularity peaked during WWII and rapidly descended after 1950, when TV became the preferred medium for comedy. For a force that had such a limited span of success, thirty years or so, radio gave the country an impressive depth
and width of experience. The book is not about nostalgia, not exclusively, anyway, but gives the reader an understanding of radio's impact and importance. There were times when almost all Americans shared the experience of sitting in a darkened room, with no moving pictures but the glow of the radio dial, and simply listened and laughed.
 
Radio Comedy, Arthur Frank Wertheim

Published by Oxford University Press in 1979, this history covers U.S. radio comedy and comedians from the 1920s up through the rise of TV and the accompanying decline of entertainment radio in the 1950s. At 440 pages, it's not as in-depth as the biographies and autobiographies of, say, Fred Allen and Jack Benny, but it's a thorough overview of the subject.

Commercial radio began in this country in 1920-21 with the debut of KDKA in Pittsburgh and WJZ in Newark. At first the content was limited to music and news programs, plus of course commercials. Gradually live performances of music increased, though the groups were small because studios had limited floorspace. Now and then a bandleader or musician would offer patter and jokes. One of the earliest broadcast ran, "What's the difference between a coconut and a Scotsman? You can get a joke out of a coconut!"

Because at first there was no live studio audience, or even an undead one, the jokesters never paused for a laugh, which given the quality of the patter was probably for the best. As stations proliferated, some big-name performers showed up now and then. Cowboy comic philosopher Will Rogers made a brief appearance for a thousand bucks, not a token fee in the twenties. Sponsors began to name the musical groups after themselves (the Happiness Candy Company had the Happiness Boys; a cough drop company had Trade Smith and Mark Smith, really Scrappy Lambert and Billy Hillpot). The jokes began to elbow out the tunes.

Then came Freeman Gosden and Charles Correll, who launched a comedy series called Sam 'n Henry in 1926. Gosden and Correll were white. The characters they played were black. It was, in short, a small-cast blackvoice minstrel show. Before long the actors moved to a larger station, the show changed the names of the characters to Amos and Andy, and the first hit comedy series was born. It went on for thirty-some years, enormously popular with the white audience, much less so among African-Americans. Different times, different values . . ..

The real importance of the show was that it pioneered the concept of a network. Three stations, then five then dozens broadcast the same episode at the same time, and the audience demand exploded. As the twenties ended and the Depression years began, nearly every household in America had a radio.

Chapters set during the 1930s cover Will Rogers, who pioneered sly political and social commentary, and then Ed Wynn, a specialist in silly, goofy humor. He had a terrible time at first because the lack of a studio audience threw his timing and confidence way off. The solution was to invite a few folks in to give him the reactions he needed, and the pattern of the radio comedy show changed. Though radio was a ravenous beast, hungry for humor, it didn't always reward the comedians. Joe Penner, Stoopnagle and Budd, even Bert Lahr and the Marx Brothers (two of them, anyway, Chico and Groucho) had short-lived series, mainly because a weekly show really ran through the basic routines fast. Later Fred Allen said the grind of a weekly show felt like a treadmill to oblivion.

Beginning in the late thirties, the golden age came and with it, comedians who could survive in the long term by not relying on one routine until it ran into the ground. Jack Benny paradoxically relied on audience familiarity with the characters, but established the characters first. Jack was a ladies' man at first, then a punster and finally settled into his vain, egotistic, and above all miserly violinist/comedian who was always the fall guy. He brilliantly and generously discovered he got far more laughs by reacting rather than by cracking jokes. Eventually if anyone in the show mentioned money, the audience would begin to titter, anticipating Benny's pained reaction at the thought of spending a dime. By letting everyone else get the laugh at his expense, Benny became a number one star.

Benny's good friend George Burns and his wife Gracie Allen similarly hit their stride by changing their act to emphasize situational and character-driven humor instead of going through a series of gags. Burns, originally the comic, swapped with Gracie, who had been feeding the straight lines. Burns quipped, "One night i asked Gracie, 'How's your brother?' and since then I've never worked a day in my life." Fred Allen, an erstwhile Vaudeville juggler who discovered that juggling didn't translate well to radio, became an acerbic, quick-witted observer of life, dealing with an assortment of oddball characters who lived in Allen's Alley. Fibber McGee and Molly moved to Wistful Vista and like George and Gracie became like everyone's funny neighbors. Edgar Bergen became radio's favorite ventriloquist. After all, when dummy Charlie McCarthy talked, the radio audience didn't know that Bergen's lips were moving.

Later personalities and stars get their turns in the book's discussion of what is and isn't funny. Bob Hope rose to prominence beginning around 1939 and built a radio career on fast-flowing wisecracks and (unfortunately) tons of topical references that today badly date recordings of the show. Red Skelton developed a variety show made up of music interspersed with skits that starred Skelton using varying voice intonations to play an assortment of characters, from hick Clem Kadiddlehopper to punch-drunk boxer Cauliflower McPugg, Sheriff Deadeye, a Mean Widdle Kid, and bum Freddie the Freeloader, among others.

The arc of radio's popularity peaked during WWII and rapidly descended after 1950, when TV became the preferred medium for comedy. For a force that had such a limited span of success, thirty years or so, radio gave the country an impressive depth
and width of experience. The book is not about nostalgia, not exclusively, anyway, but gives the reader an understanding of radio's impact and importance. There were times when almost all Americans shared the experience of sitting in a darkened room, with no moving pictures but the glow of the radio dial, and simply listened and laughed.
Ah, I thought it was about UKian radio, such as the Goon Show I mentioned previously.
 
I finished the Bobby Owen mystery - that was a very satisfying dénouement, even if it did take three more murders and a suicide to solve the mystery . There was an enormous clue in the very first chapter, which I skipped over initially until it was alluded to later, but even that wasn't the whole solution. And Bobby recovered the diamonds so has been handsomely rewarded to the tune of £8,000 - an enormous sum in 1939, equivalent to about £675,000 today - so I suspect he will be able to marry his fiancée in the next book.

But before I move on, I have The Heaven & Earth Grocery Store by James McBride to read. According to the blurb on the back of the book, it's set in 1972 Pennsylvania with flashbacks to the 1920s, and focuses on secrets, lies and community cohesion. I need to get on with this as it's been lent to me.
 
Killer's Payoff , Ed McBain

Number 6 in the 87th Precinct series, this one begins with the murder by rifle of Sy Kramer on a balmy June evening and on a city sidewalk. Detectives Carella and Hawes catch the case. The first thing they discover is that the woman in the victim's life is a stunner. The next is he was not a nice man. In fact, his wealth derived from a career as a merciless blackmailer. Some of his targets are obvious. Some are anonymous. The slog to track them down begins. The cops quickly learn that the blackmail victims all have alibis. And that blackmail can be lucrative.

Cotton Hawes had been inserted into the books because rye publisher insisted the series had to have a handsome hero to lure in women readers. Okay, in this story McBain makes Hawes ultra romantic. He meets beautiful women one right after the other, falls in love with each one on first sight, and they have torrid sex. Rinse and repeat. McBain was just following editorial directions.

The investigation leads all over the City and even into the wilds of New York State (where Hawes meets and beds his third hottie), gradually narrowing the number of murder suspects to three. Hawes gets a brilliant idea to ferret out the murderer. He did not get the brilliant idea to let Carella in on the plan.

McBain's exasperation with his publisher is showing, and as a result some characters are barely sketched in and others are out of character. Still, the plot is ingenious. Like all the first-generation 87th novels, it's a quick read.
 
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I not only got interested in the Holmes series on Netflix because it helped fill in the time while waiting for the next season of Stranger Things (Millie Bobby Brown stars in both series, and she's incredible), but also because I'm a Sherlock Holmes but.


I don't know if the crossover would be to your taste, but have you read the Cthulhu Casebooks series by James Lovegrove?
The premise is that Holmes and Watson were confronting the Cthulhu Mythos since pretty much the moment they met, with Watson obfuscating the truth for the good of humanity when he wrote his accounts. The novels are presented as a recovered manuscript that Watson wrote shortly before he died, revealing what the two of them actually went through together.
 
I don't know if the crossover would be to your taste, but have you read the Cthulhu Casebooks series by James Lovegrove?
The premise is that Holmes and Watson were confronting the Cthulhu Mythos since pretty much the moment they met, with Watson obfuscating the truth for the good of humanity when he wrote his accounts. The novels are presented as a recovered manuscript that Watson wrote shortly before he died, revealing what the two of them actually went through together.


Are you kidding, I love HP Lovecraft and mixing Holmes in with the Cthulhu mythos sounds awesome. Thank you for the recommendation.


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Oh god, the narrator. He has this... Tired tone of voice and also reads the book pretty slowly. As if he's had to narrate every single audio book sold one at a time and is just so done by the time he got to mine. Hoping that he'll grow on me.

Audio books can be funny like that, I've just been listening to "Dream Park" by Larry Niven & Stephen Barnes for a spot of nostalgia, and while the narration was very good over all, the way he said "Dream Park" and "Dark Star" just bugged me slightly every time, they're both nouns in this context and pronouncing them as two distinct separate words,with the second word quite heavily stressed in both cases. I can't remember if the later was written as "Dark Star" or "Darkstar" in the book, it's a long time since I read it.
 
In Transition: A Paris Anthology
Writing and Art from transition Magazine 1927-30

Secker and Warburg, 1990.

Assorted Art, Poetry, and Literature from what has been described as "the greatest period of literary and artistic innovation since the Renaissance".

transition (lowercase T) published pieces from such leading lights as George Braque, Paul Bowles, Djuna Barnes, Alexander Caldwell, Pablo Picasso, Samuel Beckett, Ernest Hemingway, James Joyce (his Finnegan's Wake was serialised in it), Gertrude Stein, and Man Ray, to name a few.

I'm up to page 59 and so far a standout has been The Readies, by Bob Brown, 1930, in which he invents the idea of the e-Reader or Kindle.

There's also been a few writers writing in an "automatic" or "cut-up" style, inspired by the Surrealists and Dadaists.

Arty!
 
I don't know if the crossover would be to your taste, but have you read the Cthulhu Casebooks series by James Lovegrove?
The premise is that Holmes and Watson were confronting the Cthulhu Mythos since pretty much the moment they met, with Watson obfuscating the truth for the good of humanity when he wrote his accounts. The novels are presented as a recovered manuscript that Watson wrote shortly before he died, revealing what the two of them actually went through together.

Ok, I just started reading the first book of the Cthulhu Casebooks series (Sherlock Holmes and the Shadwell Shadows), and I have to applaud the author.

Starting with the finding of the long lost manuscripts, and the later connection between Dr. Watson and H.P. Lovecraft, I can tell this is going to be an awesome series.

Thanx again.


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Killer's Wedge, Ed McBain

The seventh novel in the 87th Precinct series, this one has a different structure and feel. Sometimes a TV series will offer a "bottle episode." That's a show with a limited cast, set in one restricted place, and playing out in a short time. It saves production money, you see.

Killer's Wedge is close to a bottle episode, the action taking only one October day and limited mostly to the squad room, where, except for three women, the characters are the now familiar cops. Oh, there is a subplot with Steve Carella out in the precinct hinterlands working on a sealed-room murder worthy of a John Dickson Carr novel. In fact, Carella briefly thinks he should call in Carr as a consultant....

Within these confines McBain creates a suspenseful story as recently widowed Virginia Dodge, armed with a .38 handgun and a bottle of nitroglycerin, takes the detectives hostage and announces her plan to murder Carella as soon as he checks in, expecting to clock out and meet his wife for dinner. Time is ticking.

The City (which, remember, is a woman) is all dressed up in flashy reds and yellows, and is ready to set out on a wild, carefree evening. The question is whether anyone else will survive the night.
 
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I finished the Heaven & Earth Grocery Store. I found it hard going at times with racist and ableist themes but as the cover promised, it was in the end incredibly uplifting, funny and charming.

Back to the ER Punshon Bobby Owen mysteries and on to book fourteen. Four Strange Women is pure gothic horror. Bobby is now an Inspector, and also private secretary to the chief constable of a rural police force in the early part of WWII.

A serial killer is on the loose, and the link between the victims seems to be that shortly before their deaths, they all profess to be engaged to (and have their personalities changed by) a wonderful woman whom they decline to name, and all spend huge sums on jewellery which cannot be traced after their deaths.

The chief constable, realising his daughter and his estranged son may be somehow implicated, takes to his bed so Bobby has to run the investigation virtually alone.

Remembering the way an early clue was hidden in plain sight in the previous book, I figured out the identity of the murderer relatively quickly but nevertheless, the ending came as quite a shock.
 
A short break from Golden Age detective fiction (and the realisation that I was falling way behind my goal to read equal numbers of books in French and English in 2025) saw me reading La Peste (The Plague) by Albert Camus. I read L'Etranger some years ago, but somehow had missed La Peste.
 
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I'm currently listening to The Vanishing Man, by R. Austin Freeman and reading Brynne Weaver's excellent dark romance Butcher & Blackbird.
 
I'm reading "Creepy Classics" by Juliette Harrison which is a collection of modern retellings of ghost stories taken from classical Roman texts. Interesting but very light reading. Audiobook wise I'm listening to the dream Park sequel, "The Barsoom Project", slightly pulled out of it because one of the 'monsters' in the game is a horrific, giant, toothed worm based on Inuit mythology with a name I'm not going to try to spell but which unfortunately is pronounced "Terror Chick".
 

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