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“The Adventure of the Man Who Never Laughed” by J. N. Williamson is one of the short stories in the HOLMES FOR THE HOLIDAYS anthology edited in 1996 by Martin H. Greenberg, Jon L. Lellenberg, and Carol-Lynn Waugh.

When Eleanor Chesterfield appeals to Holmes in mid-December 1894 to find her brother Sydney, whose behavior changed dramatically in a short period of time, following which he disappeared, Holmes takes the case and promises a quick resolution. This he achieves by usurping Sydney Chesterfield’s cherished place among the carolers of St Agnes church in Cricklewood. But what caused his disappearance?

There’s no crime involved in “The Adventure of the Man Who Never Laughed” but a medical mystery. The most interesting aspect of the story is Sherlock Holmes as a correspondent of two Americans: Thomas Nast, New York political cartoonist who took on Tammany Hall, and Charles Fort, researcher and writer who collected anomalies of nature and people, one of the pioneers of science fiction. Nast is probably most famous for his illustrations of Father Christmas on which modern depictions of Santa Claus are based; his Father Christmas is based on Sherlock’s description of his brother Mycroft Holmes. Fort had sent Holmes the fact needed to establish the reason the man could not laugh. (C)
 
John Stoessel’s “The Yuletide Affair” was published in 1996 in the short story collection HOLMES FOR THE HOLIDAYS edited by Martin H. Greenberg, Jon L. Lellenberg, and Carol-Lynn Waugh. It features Dr. John H. Watson as the detective.

When Inspector Lestrade is stabbed and near death two weeks before Christmas, in the midst of an influenza epidemic that has more than decimated the medical personnel of St. Barholomew’s Hospital, Inspector MacDonald of Scotland Yard arrives in Baker Street to enlist Dr. Watson. Lestrade is dangerously injured, barely breathing, with a wound that seemingly penetrated his chest some 3-4 inches. Inspectors Gregson and Jones are holding petty criminal Vinny Shadwell, whom Constable Rance had seen apparently struggling with Lestrade moments before Lestrade collapsed and Shadwell took off running. Shadwell, however, denies having a knife, claiming he didn’t realize Lestrade had been stabbed until Rance caught him and brought him back to the stricken Inspector. Dr. Watson examines the knife, examines the wound, performs surgery on Lestrade, and announces to the Scotland Yard men that Shadwell is telling the truth. How so?

It’s nice to see that Dr. Watson does at least once get to be the center of attention for an adventure. It’s also sweet to have a Christmas story that involves redemption for a criminal. Otherwise, the story is slight. (C)
 
William L. DeAndrea’s “The Adventure of the Christmas Tree” is his short story in HOLMES FOR THE HOLIDAYS, an anthology published in 1996 by Martin H. Greenberg, Jon L. Lellenberg, and Carol-Lynn Waugh.

It’s the third day of winter in 1889 at 221B Baker Street when Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John H. Watson receive a pair of clients with an unusual problem--a disappearing and reappearing Christmas tree. Joseph Camber, Scots forester for the Duke of Balleshire, chose and marked a Scotch pine tree to be cut and shipped to the Duke’s London home where he would be celebrating the season; unfortunately, when Camber goes back to cut the tree, it is gone. So he sends the second-best tree. Convinced by his daughter Nancy, personal maid to the Duke’s daughter Lady Caroline Bentley, to come to London to celebrate with her and his friends, Camber is surprised to discover that the tree in the Duke’s house is the one he’d originally chosen. How did it get to London, and where’s the second tree? What, if anything, does the tree switch have to do with the delicate negotiations being carried on by the Duke of Balleshire, who’s high in British diplomatic circles, and Herr Stefan Geitzling over mineral concessions in South West Africa? Holmes discovers and defuses a dastardly plot.

DeAndrea offers neat glimpses of the Christmas-time atmosphere of Victorian London, including the effect of an unexpected snowfall in speeding people’s acquisition of the Christmas spirit and the enjoyment of Christmas Day by the old friends. Stuffed with Mrs. Hudson’s wonderful goose, Holmes smokes the new pipe given him by Watson, and Watson makes notes in the leather-covered physicians’ pocket diary chosen by Holmes.

Characterization is good. Use of German speech patterns adds to the personality of Herr Geitzling: “ ‘It helps keep me to Europe tied,’ said he. ‘I have a duty, and this I do, but I miss home. Even here, I have the things I have not for two years had at Christmas. The snow, the promise of a roast goose, the smell of the tannenbaum. His Grace also the custom follows, and though he tries to keep it from me, a secret, I can hardly wait to see it.’ “ (184) The writing style sounds like authentic Conan Doyle. (A-)
 
Bill Crider’s entry in the Christmas anthology HOLMES FOR THE HOLIDAYS edited in 1996 by Martin H. Greenberg, Jon L. Lellenberg, and Carol-Lynn Waugh is “The Adventure of the Christmas Ghosts.”

On December 22, early in the association of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John H. Watson, they are visited by an agitated middle-aged man, Franklin Scrooge, who believes that he’s being visited by ghosts. He had inherited Scrooge and Marley from his great-uncle Ebenezer Scrooge, but he’d not credited the story of the spirits who’d changed his uncle from a miser to a philanthropist. Now, however, he’s experienced two visitations, the first of which almost resulted in his death when, convinced he can fly, he threw himself out of an upper-story window following a ghost. In the second, he blacks out and loses four hours of which he knows nothing. Scrooge employs seven men, two of whom are known to Holmes--chief clerk Timothy Cratchit, son of Ebenezer’s old clerk, Bob Cratchit, and Randall Tompkins, former pickpocket now incapacitated by arthritis into working as a clerk. Holmes and Watson call on Scrooge at his office, converse with Cratchit, and Homles ensures that Scrooge will no longer be visited by ghosts.

Crider opens with a neat description of Holmes’s attitude toward the Christmas season: “...I already knew Holmes to be the least sentimental and the least superstitious man I had ever known. Our halls were not decked with holly but with retorts and vials; there was not within our rooms the steamy scent of plum pudding but of the tobacco from our pipes mixed with the faint chemical odor of one of Holmes’s experiments; the music Holmes occasionally played on his violin was of his own composing and was not remotely related to any known carol; and for Holmes, the idea of cattle bowing down in their stalls at midnight on the eve of Christmas was nothing more than the sheerest fantasy, laughable on its face. Logic was what Holmes believed in, rare as he considered logic to be in the world in which we lived.” (192-3)

Crider does a good job of writing in the more formal literary style of the original stories, though he does give a particularly American Southwestern explanation for the Christmas apparitions. He uses several quotations from A Christmas Carol, though Dr. Watson generally offers them. A good take on the classic. (A-)
 
Kathy Hogan Trocheck’s MIDNIGHT CLEAR is one of her Callahan Garritty series published in 1998. It’s set in Atlanta and surrounding towns during Christmas week. Callahan is a former police detective, now owner of a cleaning company House Mouse. She lives with her mother Edna Mae in the Candler Park neighborhood of Atlanta.

Trocheck does Southern right. Callahan as first person narrator has the story-telling voice of the region, reporting people and attitudes accurately and humorously. “Nobody in our family ever made anything you could call fancy. Our cooking was substantial, solid, Southern. Nobody ever made anything new. Every holiday dinner, every Sunday supper, had a set menu in our family. Thanksgiving meant turkey, Christmas meant ham, Easter was leg of lamb, Monday night was vegetable soup and corn bread, Friday meant macaroni and cheese or Mrs. Paul’s frozen fish sticks. I can still remember the heady feeling that pervaded our kitchen that first time in the early nineties when Edna served chicken burritos. You would have thought she’d discovered penicillin.” (7) And “The Methodists had a good [Vacation Bible School]. They liked to try to convert Catholic kids. We illustrated gospel stories with construction paper and cotton balls and toothpicks and glitter. Methodists were big on glitter.” (274)

Trocheck also excels at using setting and atmosphere to reveal character. “We didn’t call it an amusement park. It was just Funtown. The blue and yellow chevron-shaped sign pointed toward thrills and spills. Cokes over crushed ice drunk from paper cups, the big Ferris wheel, a roller coaster, and tinny music from loudspeakers. It was the place where you went when school was out for the summer, when you’d earned a big treat. I don’t remember the first time my parents took us to Funtown, or the last. I can only remember in between, flashing lights, a big neon clown’s head, feeling dizzy and exhilarated.” (176-7) Characters are believable, including the ambivalent relationships within the Garritty and the Gatlin families: “I thought about how Brian changed when he talked about his daughter. The old cockiness disappeared and his face was suffused with tenderness... His not being man enough to do the right thing [tell Maura her mother’s dead] didn’t bother me, I guess because I’d never expected that much out of him. Because I till didn’t think of him as being a man.” (143)

MIDNIGHT CLEAR opens a week before Christmas when Brian Garritty, Callahan’s younger brother who’s been out of touch with the family since the death of his father ten years before, shows up with his three-year-old daughter Maura. Edna and Callahan had not known of Maura’s existence or of Brian’s marriage to her mother Shay Gatlin, who used to live down the street from them. Shay had spent much time and many meals at the Garritty house because her mother Annette was too busy being the neighborhood tramp to care for her. Shay followed in her mother’s footsteps as an unfit mother, so Brian has taken Maura from Shay, who has custody except for one day every other weekend. He leaves Maura with his family while he gets himself set up to care for her, ignoring Callahan’s good-sense advice that this won’t work. Shay’s murdered, Brian is the major suspect, and Annette goes to war in Clayton County, where her live-in boyfriend is part of the legal mob that runs things, to gain full custody of Maura. To make matters worse, a retired Atlanta Police Department detective, Acey Karpik, ties Shay’s murder to the unsolved murder ten years before of a Jane Doe in the old Funtown area and to a similar death in Henry County, convincing the detectives investigating Shay’s death that Brian is a serial killer. Many secrets emerge as Callahan tries to find evidence to win the custody hearing on Maura and to remove Brian from suspicion.

The plot is fairly set out and has a neat little ironic twist in the epilogue. At 390 pages, the book could have been benefited by judicious editing for length. A couple of improbabilities bothered me. One is the speed with which events occur. Shay is killed on Saturday night, Callahan discovers her body on Sunday morning, and Annette has her funeral at 11 AM Monday. That’s fast even for an expected death from natural causes, much less a murder victim. The other is the willingness of the Jonesboro, Atlanta, and Henry County police departments to take seriously Acey Karpik’s serial killer theory. He’s a retired cop. Not only do they believe him, they appoint a task force and name him as coordinator. Really?

Editing should have picked up on some discrepancies. For instance, what kind of tablecloth does Callahan use for the House Mouse Christmas party? It’s first described as her grandmother’s hand-crocheted lace cloth, then later as damask. Who is the second man who comes to the Garrity house with Annette Gatlin and Chuck Ingraham in her first attempt to take Maura? His description fits neither Ingraham, the lawyer with whom she’s involved, nor Dyson Yount, the realtor/politician with whom Shay’d been sleeping. He doesn’t reappear in the story. What’s the name of Brian’s boss who gives him a partial alibi for the night of Shay’s murder? He’s first mentioned as Randy Pryor, then as Prier, then again as Pryor. These are minor details, but they irritate like hangnails.

Still, MIDNIGHT CLEAR is an enjoyable seasonal read, recommended. (A-)
 
Carolyn Hart’s SUGAR PLUM DEAD was published in 2000, one of her Death on Demand mysteries series featuring Annie Laurance Darling and her husband Max Darling.

It’s hard to do a summary of the plot of SUGAR PLUM DEAD without going on too long and without doing a spoiler. Marguerite Dumaney Ladson, former film star and widow of legendary director Claude Ladson, has called her family and dependents together to announce she’s giving her fortune to the Evermore Foundation. Its head Dr. Emory Swanson promises that its Golden Path will put her in communication with Claude. The family is in turmoil, but Marguerite’s sister Happy tells daughter Rachel that she has papers to prevent Swanson’s getting the money. Someone beats Happy to death with Rachel’s hockey stick. Annie and Max Darling enter the case for several reasons. Max’s mother Laurel Roethke seems to be falling for the Evermore Foundation’s spiel; Happy’s ex-husband Patrick “Pudge” Laurance is Annie’s father, who’d left his family some 25 years before, and Rachel Van Meer to whom Pudge was a loving step-father, claims Annie as older sister. Annie’s determined to have nothing to do with Pudge, but she can’t resist Rachel, remembering herself at that age. It’s only after Alice Schiller, Marguerite’s film stand-in who’s stayed with her through the years as companion and factotum, is killed that Annie and Max put the pieces in place to solve Happy’s murder.

The plot plays fair, in that its major components are foreshadowed, but to the point that the surprise ending, isn’t a surprise for an experienced reader. It’s been done before.

Characterization is strong, though the number of characters is excessive to need. Annie’s upset at Pudge’s reappearance in her life comes across as real: “She remembered in a jumble all the Christmases when she used to pray for a daddy like all her friends and the tears that stained her pillow and the questions she never asked her mother. She thought of scraping by and making do and going without. She remembered the years when she’d spun fantasies about her father, and she remembered even more clearly the years she’d no longer spun fantasies, when the idea of a father was remote and unreal. He had never been there for her. Never.” (24-5) However, the speed with which Annie changes her mind, first on Rachel and then on Pudge because of Rachel undercuts her initial reaction. Other major characters are believable.

Sense of place is good, though Hart does not use speech patterns or rhythms of the South in her writing. “Max paused outside the heavy wooden door of Parotti’s Bar and Grill. Parotti’s was an island institution, an all-day cafe and tavern and fish bait store just opposite the ferry landing, all owned and operated by Ben Parotti. Ben ran the ferry when he damn well pleased and his bar and grill provided the best fried catfish and hush puppies on the island, as well as bait, charter fishing trips and beer on tap. Annie loved Parotti’s, especially the fried oyster sandwiches. Thankfully, Ben still offered succulent down-home food even after his recent marriage and a wife who added quiche and lemonade to the menu and fresh flowers in vases to the old scarred round wooden tables. (60)

SUGAR PLUM DEAD’s a good Christmas read. (B)
 
Craig Johnson’s story “Fire Bird” is in his WAIT FOR SIGNS: TWELVE LONGMIRE STORIES published in e-book format in 2014.

“Fire Bird” is set on New Year’s Eve, where Walt is visiting his old boss and mentor Lucian Connally. Connally is more than usually curmudgeonly because he’s having to play chess with Walt in the big communal room at the Durant Home for Assisted Living. A space heater too close to the curtains in his room caused a minor fire, and Lucian’s being kept out until the fumes clear. Lucian’s even more upset because he thinks he’s losing his mind--he denies even plugging the heater in or turning it on, saying the room is kept too hot for his comfort without it. In the process of looking at recently-discovered photographs of past Absaroka County buildings and talking to ex-may Buddy Ekins, who ran drinking establishments of many kinds, Walt solves a series of arsons extending back many years, including Lucian’s.

Johnson has a neat way of infusing characterization with humor. “Genevieve McNeil was an incredibly old, bright-eyed Presbyterian with a penchant for elaborate hats. Hard, of few words, she kept a sharp eye on the Old Testament God to make sure He didn’t get up to any shenanigans she might disapprove of, like granting salvation to Catholics or allowing sheriffs to drink in public.” (40)

A short, neat story. (A-)
 
Craig Johnson’s “Several Stations” is another of the Christmas short stories included in his WAIT FOR SIGNS: TWELVE LONGMIRE STORIES, published in e-book format in 2014.

Walt is on duty Christmas Eve night, when a Toy-R-Us eighteen-wheeler slides down an off-ramp and rolls, splitting the trailer open. Conditions are terrible: “Over the last two days, we’d had blizzard conditions with twenty-four inches of snow, forty-mile-an-hour gusts, and a visibility of about a quarter mile. The mercury hadn’t been above twelve degrees, and the last time I’d checked, it was fifteen below. Maybe I’d put my coveralls on after all.” (69) He sends both the young Wyoming Highway Patrol trooper and his deputy Santiago Saizarbitoria home to their families while they can make it, and he remains at the wreck to await the wrecker. He’s fresh off his role of the Ghost of Christmas Future in the Durant Community Theater production of A Christmas Carol; the basketball player scheduled to play was sick, and Walt the only man in town tall enough to stand in. He has one voice-over line: “Many calls that night, did Scrooge make with the Spirit of Christmas Present. Down among the miners who labored in the bowels of th earth. And out to sea among the sailors at their watch, dark, ghostly figures and their several stations.” (67) He sees it as Dickens’s way of saying that the spirit of Christmas is present even with those whose jobs required them to work on the holidays. (B-)
 
Sarah Johnson’s SNOW STORMS AND KISSING GAMES is a novella variant on Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice published in e-book format in 2014. It opens in November 1811.

When Jane Bennet is invited to dine at Netherfield with Caroline Bingley and Mrs. Hurst, she’s refused the carriage; in this variant, she’s to walk, and Elizabeth refuses to let her go alone since the weather is very cold and snow seems likely. Lydia decides to follow so she can spy on her older sisters. The snow descends, the sisters are caught between Longbourn and Netherfield. Forward to next morning, when the Bennets discover that their daughters did not reach Nethefield the previous afternoon. Snow is deep and still falling vigorously when search for them is mounted from both houses. Darcy and Bingley discover the sisters have taken refuge in a deserted tenant cottage between the estates; weather conditions are such that they cannot leave. Since Bingley’s housekeeper had sent a basket of food with the searchers, they are able to wait out the storm in relative comfort, passing the time with conversation, reading the book from Darcy’s pocket, and playing games, including “Tell the Truth.” Darcy cautions everyone about the new militia Lieutenant George Wickham and, when he awakens Elizabeth with his nightmare about Wickham and Georginana, tells her the story. Bingley and Darcy use “Tell the Truth” to determine Jane Bennet’s feelings toward Bingley; Elizabeth’s questions reveal Darcy in a light new to her. When they are rescued, the Bennet girls go to Netherfield, where they remain until the roads clear so that they can return to Longbourn. Both Jane and Elizabeth returned engaged, and Lydia has learned to differentiate between what Wickham offered and love. Mrs. Bennet is so overcome by the news that both Bingley and Darcy plan to marry by special license that she takes to her bed.

SNOW STORMS AND KISSING GAMES is pleasant enough, but it only moves up the eventual happy ending and removes the opportunity for the personal growth needed by both Elizabeth and Darcy if they are to be happily married. Language and attitudes are modern. Don’t bother. (D)
 
Gayle Trent’s A CLAUS OF DEATH is available in e-book format published in 2013. It’s one of her Myrtle Crumb mystery series set in Backwater, in Southwest Virginia. Myrtle is the first person narrator, with an authentic Southern story-telling voice.

When Santa Claus at the local mall Jackson Barnard dies of poisoning on his throne in Toyland, Myrtle Crumb is convinced that he was murdered. Despite losing his job the year before when the gas plant was closed and moved overseas and having his marriage break up, Jackson wouldn’t have committed suicide where children might see him die. Determined to investigate his death, Myrtle gets a job as Mrs. Claus. She discovers that Jackson had been spending lunch breaks with a rough-looking group of men; when she’s approached by one of them, she goes along with his disgruntled complaining about how poor people are treated. Myrtle even takes a “lost wallet” containing $100 from one of the men, proving her dishonesty. Fortunately, she’s discussed everything she’s doing with semi-boyfriend Sheriff Cooper Norville, who encourages her since the police investigating Jackson Barnard’s death have picked up rumors of a planned robbery at the mall.

The plot is more police procedural than straight mystery, since it’s clear from the beginning that the men associated with Jackson killed him. The major questions are who else is involved, and how their planned robbery will be foiled. There’s a big coincidence that must be accepted--why would the gang decide to recruit Myrtle, a new hire at the mall, a woman that none of them knows, into their plot? After that, it is very believable. I especially like that 65-year-old Myrtle keeps the police fully informed of what she’s doing and doesn’t pull TSTLs.

Characterization is well done. Myrtle is a hoot. She’s feisty, sharp, believable. She’s supported by an authentic cast, including her neighbor Tansie: “I told you Tansie was hateful. She didn’t have to brings that [Melvia’s dependence on Social Security] up in front of me or anybody else. She just wanted me to know--and Melvia to be reminded--that she didn’t have to wait for money to come in. She could go shopping whenever she wanted.”

Sense of place is outstanding, not so much physical details as ambiance used to reveal character: “Now, don’t tell anybody, but I didn’t make my biscuits from scratch that morning. I was nervous, and I just used the frozen ones. They were awfully good, though. You wouldn’t have known they weren’t homemade...except I didn’t have a cook’s biscuit--you know, the extra dough you have left over and just glob it onto the pan and bake it with the rest?”

A CLAUS OF DEATH is a quick, pleasant Christmas read. I look forward to ore of the series. Recommended. (A-)
 
Carole Nelson Douglas’s short story “The Thief of Twelfth Night” appears in 1996’s HOLMES FOR THE HOLIDAYS, edited by Martinaa H. Greenberg, Jon L. Lellenberg, and Carol-Lynn Waugh.

Atmosphere is most important in “The Thief of Twelfth Night.” “Christmas had come and gone, yet I still wallowed in the luxury of post-seasonal sloth, just as children sated on festivities, gifts, and plum puddings often do. My own laziness, however, had been abetted by rounds of adult conviviality centering on mulled wine, brandy, and other ‘spirits’ of the season. Holmes, however, did not much keep Christmas, being impatient with this annual enforced holiday from havoc, and keen for more adventurous pursuits the new year might bring.” (211)

In this post-Christmas haze, Holmes and Watson recall the Ephiphany Eve dinner attended years before in 1883 at Belleforest, home of the Oliver family. Their prize possession, a flawless emerald known as the Epiphany Emerald (since it had been discovered 6 January in the previous century in Brazil) displayed as part of the sideboard centerpiece composed of the items in the song “The Twelve Days of Christmas,” is missing. Holmes is hired to find it and to keep secret the thief’s identity, since it has to be someone within the house. Holmes, of course, is successful.

Douglas manages a small neat surprise ending for “The Thief of Twelfth Night” after setting up how any one of the family members might have motive and opportunity for the theft. She uses a fun comic character Miss Viola DeVere, beautifully vulgar music hall singer who horrifies the staid, even stuffy, Oliver family as the fiancee of Sebastian Oliver. It is a bit much that all the family and its servants have names from Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night.

Still, a pleasant short read. (B)
 
“The Italian Sherlock Holmes” is Reginald Hill’s short story in the anthology HOLMES FOR THE HOLIDAYS, edited by Martin H. Greenberg, Jon L. Lellenberg, and Carol-Lynn Waugh and published in 1996.

Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John H. Watson are wintering in Rome. Holmes had been involved in a case in Italy involving Ricolotti of the club foot and his abominable wife and, following its successful conclusion, suffered a nervous collapse that made his immediate return to England dangerous to his health. As he convalesces, he’s invited by Count Montesecco to attend the execution of Guiseppe Strepponi. Count Montesecco had corresponded with Holmes since early in the year, having studied Holmes investigative and deductive techniques, to the point of styling himself “the Italian Sherlock Holmes.” Streppoini had been convicted of slashing the throat of Count Leonardo Montesecco, the uncle from whom their host inherited; the young Count’s deduction had been largely responsible for identifying the killer. To Watson’s surprise, Holmes agrees to attend the execution, listens to the Count’s explication of the crime with respect, then proceeds to demolish his observations and deductions. But why doesn’t he stop the execution?

Hill’s always strong at characterization, and “The Italian Sherlock Holmes” is no exception. I love Watson’s summation of Holmes: “When it comes to an arrogant assumption of his own infallibility, Holmes can on occasions make the Holy Father ex cathedra sound like a bashful tyro.” (234) Hill is also good at revealing character obliquely, as Watson observes the Italian soldiers on duty in the square: “The scaffold was ringed with foot soldiers, and a double line of them showed the route from the church by which the condemned man would be brought to his doom. The soldiers were stood at ease, which command is taken much more literally here than it would be by a similar escort from a British regiment. The men slouched, scratched, chatted with their neighbours, and even laid their weapons on the ground to stretch their arms in large, weary yawns, while their officers strolled around, smoking cigarillos and occasionally exchanging banter with some of the ladies of the town.” (237-8)

Sense of place is outstanding: “...the square was full of people though not yet so crowded that they could not move freely about. It was a scene that an artist with our vantage point might have used as a model for a panorama of Bartholemew Fair. Hawkers hawked, tumblers tumbled, beggars begged, and the citizens of Rome strolled around in topcoats and tailcoats and long cloaks and short cloaks and some in no cloaks at all, wearing barely sufficient rags to cover their modesty. But all had that complacent air which says as clearly now as it must have done in Caesar’s time, ‘We are true Romans and may not be touched by any law but our own.’ “ (237)

An excellent story. (A) :welcome
 
JINGLE BELLS, SHOTGUN SHELLS is the first in Annis Ward Jackson’s Ellis Crawford Mystery series. It was published in e-book format in 2010. It’s set in Battenburg, Dawson County, North Carolina, in the two weeks before Christmas 1979.

Ellis Crawford’s career as a Marine Corps MP ended when a car bomb exploded in Lebanon, leaving his with a permanently damaged leg and some PTSD. Since all his work experience has involved policing, he takes up the offered job of Pollce Chief in Battenburg, population 4,203; he plans to work the small town for a couple of years, learn civilian policing, then move to a larger city. He’s been on the job a month when h discovers a red envelope left by his predecessor Chief Leon Jenkins, with records of four murders in Battenburg: Mark Sutherland, 21 December 1975, suspected drug dealer; LeeAnn Phipps, 22 December 1976, waitress and country club hostess; Jack Farber, 23 September 1977, high school guidance counselor; and Paul Roupe, 24 December 1978, a minister with a bad reputation with women. Each victim was killed with a shotgun blast to the chest; each had a red Christmas bow left near the body. Crawford sees the pattern of the dates and conclude that there will be another murder on Christmas Day this year, unless he can find the killer first. But what connection do the victims share?

Point of view is limited third person through Ellis Crawford’s eyes, so he’s the best developed of a realistic cast of characters. Crawford carries believable emotional and physical damage from his military service; he’s level headed, practical, and determined: “...he cranked up is always analytical mind and sought to understand his new-formed intention to investigate the murders. Why? Because the entire situation is tremendously interesting! But that’s a feeble excuse! Because I want justice for the victims! Maybe, but... Because I hope to prevent the next murder? Of course, that goes without saying, but...is that enough? As Crawford weighed the evidence back and forth, it suddenly came to him that the main reason was plain old pride. To spend months on end with those murders lying in their red envelope and not actively investigate every angle to the utmost went against the core of his nature as a man and a Marine.” (21) Jackson surrounds Crawford with interesting colleagues: Ruby Lea Sutton, dispatcher/receptionist and full-time officer; Lynwood Spruill, second full-time officer who’d expected to get the chief’s job; and Curtis Winstead, semi-retired, working the night shift so he can raise two grandkids on his own. It’ll be good to get to know them.

Sense of place is outstanding, with details of physical locations as well as Southern ambiance: “[Crawford’s] intention of a light lunch was shot when he scanned the menu and ordered a combination plate. When it was set in front of him, he was almost overwhelmed by the aroma of barbeque and fried chicken, boiled potatoes and Brunswick stew, cole slaw and golden cornbread sticks. And sweet tea poured over a tall glass of crushed ice. Crawford’s stomach rumbled as he dug in to everything except the barbeque. Finely chopped and pale, it was the opposite of its counterpart from western North Carolina, coarsely shredded pork soaked in a sweet hot tomato-based sauce. But with his first taste of the pork, which was seasoned with a pepper vinaigrette that didn’t cover up the pit cooked flavor, he knew he would be back for more.” (38-9)

JINGLE BELLS, SHOTGUN SHELLS is very short, only about 105 pages of actual story, but it’s listed as a novel, not a novella. The plot is police procedural in structure and fair in presenting information as Crawford finds it. It comes to a quick ending after he discovers the connection between the murders, but the conclusion is a bit disappointing in that the killer had not been a person in the story until his capture. I’m impressed enough that I have already ordered the next book in the series. (B)
 
NIGHT WALKER is one of Jean Hager’s Mitch Bushyhead mystery series published in 1991. Mitchell Bushyhead, half Cherokee, is Chief of Police in Buckskin, Oklahoma. The story opens on December 11, in the midst of a blinding snowstorm.

Graham Thornton, half-owner of the Eagle’s Nest Lodge outside Buckskin, is a mean, hateful, abusive, arrogant man. He’s also diabetic, so when someone substitutes regular insulin for his special time-release form, he goes into insulin shock leaving the Lodge and dies of exposure in the front seat of an employee’s car. Several employees, his wife who’ kicked him out of their home, and his family all have motives, but who visited his suite at the Lodge to switch his meds? Complicating matters include the discovery of a Cherokee graveyard on the grounds of the Lodge and its implications, the disappearance and subsequent murder of the maid who’d cleaned Thornton’s suite, and Mitch’s daughter Emily’s upset when she discovers her widower father is dating her English teacher.

The plot in NIGHT WALKER is fairly laid out, with appropriate clues to the killer’s eventual identity; the motive may remain obscure longer. Cherokee beliefs, especially that of the night walker--a witch intent on evil, add depth to the plot. Mitch’s knowing that Emily was missing would have increased its tension, rather than his thinking she was with her friend Temple as she’d told him.

Hager creates a believable body of people in the Buckskin Police Department, with personal lives, problems, and distinct personalities. Mitch is both a good boss and a good lawman. He’s been widowed for about a year and is raising fifteen-year-old Emily alone. The family problems help show him as a real person. One of his interesting employees is Virgil Rabbit, his oldest deputy: “Virgil...had been born and raised in Buckskin. He was a member of the Nighthawk Keetowahs, a secret society of conservative Cherokees dedicated to preserving the old ways. Even if Virgil didn’t accept the existence of night walkers, which Mitch wouldn’t bet on either way, he’d understand and respect those who did. Mitch had once commented on the seeming paradox that Virgil was a Nighthawk while remaining a faithful member of the Baptist Church. Virgil said it was like having two insurance policies.” (58-9) This is an interesting group to get to know.

Hager’s good at using atmosphere to convey character: “The old woman [Grandmother Drum] had filled Lucille’s childhood years with the stories told by the old people of the tribe. Children were warned not to go out alone at night, lest they meet an evil night walker. In all likelihood, if that should happen, they wouldn’t recognize the witch until it was too late, for witches often assumed the form of an animal or a bird. A screech owl three nights in succession, it was almost certain to be a night walker seeking to further his evil designs.” (23) Sense of place is excellent.

NIGHT WALKER isn’t overly Christmas-y, but it is a good read. (B)
 
Edward D. Hoch’s “The Christmas Client” is a short story in the HOLMES FOR THE HOLIDAYS anthology edited by Martin H. Greenberg, Jon L. Lellenberg, and Carol-Lynn Waugh and published in 1996.

Holmes and Watson are enjoying a quiet Christmas Day 1888, awaiting Mrs. Hudson’s goose, when called upon by Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. He’s being blackmailed by a former friend, another professor of mathematics, James Moriarty. Moriarty thought that his greatest work The Dynamics of an Asteroid was the object of satire in Dogson’s The Dynamics of a Particle, ending the men’s friendship. Now he’s blackmailing Dodgson over his photography and association with young girls. Holmes uses Moriarty’s directions to Dodgson to uncover and thwart a much greater crime.

“The Christmas Client” is very thin, interesting only because Charles Lutwidge Dodgson was better known as Lewis Carroll and because it gives an early encounter between Holmes and Moriarty. (C)
 
Carolyn Wheat’s “The Adventure of the Angel’s Trumpet” is the final story in the anthology published in 1996 by editors Martin H. Greenberg, Jon L. Lellenberg, and Carol-Lynn Waugh.

Kevin O’Bannion, the barrister representing Miss Charmian Carstairs, who’s on trial for the murder of her grandfather Sir Wilfred Carstairs, approaches Sherlock Holmes for assistance in her trial. Holmes is at first reluctant, having been bested in a trial at which O’Bannion secured the release of a London jewel thief, but Watson’s proclaiming that the situation is impossible six months after the murder leads Holmes to agree. Sir Wilfred had been estranged from his son many years; Miss Carstairs’s father had married well and enjoyed a prosperous life in the Sonoma Valley in California, but always sought reconciliation with his father. When her parents were killed in a carriage accident, Miss Carstairs notified her grandfather and accepted an invitation for a month’s visit. She brought with her a box marked O.G.D., dried figs, dates, and walnuts, and plant cuttings and seeds. Sir Wilfred had particularly asked for seeds for Datura sacra, the angel’s trumpet plant. When he dies of datura poisoning soon after changing his will to cut out his sister and nephew, to leave everything to Charmian Carstairs, she’s arrested for his murder. Holmes recognizes the items found on a table near Sir Wilfred’s body and uses them to explain his death.

Characterization is sketchy, only an occasional line here and there. As soon as the name Aleister Crowley is mentioned, an experienced reader may realize what had happened. “The Adventure of the Angel’s Trumpet” reminds of the Christian church’s adoption of earlier, pagan celebrations. (C)
 
Kim Wright’s THE ANGEL OF HEVER CASTLE is a novella set at Christmas time 1889, with scenes of action in London and at Hever Castle, home of Anne Boleyn and her family, in Kent. It was available as a free or inexpensive e-book.

Geraldine Bainbridge hosts meetings of the Thursday Nigh Murder Games Club, an informal amusement of members of the newly-formed Scotland Yard forensics squad, composed officially of Detectives Trevor Welles and Rayley Abrams and Constable Davy Mabrey. Unofficial members include Emma Kelly, sister to Mary Kelly, the last victim of Jack the Ripper; Emma’s companion to Geraldine Bainbridge and researcher and linguist for the group. Tom, Geraldine’s nephew, a medical student, serves as unofficial coroner. Their preparations for Christmas are interrupted by Geraldine’s friend Tess Arborton, who’s distraught over her seventeen-year-old daughter Anne’s running away with society painter LaRusse Frederick Chapman. They’ve eloped to Hever Castle in Kent, abandoned for many years, where an informal artist colony has developed. Trevor and Rayley are dispatched to recover Anne, while Emma and Geraldine investigate previous seductions by LaRusse. While the men experience squalor, the unexpected presence of another woman, Dorinda Spencer, who seems devoted to LaRusse, and visitations by an angel or a ghost in white, Emma discovers the existence of Kirkland School for Young Ladies and another of LaRusse’s victims. Is someone poisoning LaRusse, and will Anne return home with the detectives?

Writing a successful novel, novella, or short story set in a particular place or time requires that the author be consistent with the physical details and the ambiance of its time and place. Wright’s story is modern in tone, not matching that of the 1880s in attitude at all. The only indication of a Victorian spirit is Geraldine’s determination to follow the style set by Queen Victoria in adopting the German tradition of the Christmas tree. Discovery of what’s happening to LaRusse at Hever Castle and why depends on a leap of intuition on the part of Emma, who somehow communicates it to Trevor and Rayley (they just suddenly know it), without her having seen Dorinda Spencer and without their having seen Dorinda’s sister Rose.

Characterization is sketchy, most conveyed by atmosphere: “...it was quite easy to see why [Anne Arborton] had come--the romantic promise of life within a castle, the thrill of serving as muse to an admittedly talented man who commanded an army of creatives, the chance to spit in the eye of London society, which could wrap a young girl in all sorts of restraints. But it was harder to imagine what might cause her to stay, for the reality of this dream seemed far less appealing than the fantasy. Pigs and chickens and sheep wandere among them as they ate, having entered through the front doors which LaRusse commanded must always stand open in symbolic greeting to the wayward traveler. The castle had been stripped bare of any ornamentation and most of its furniture, and the result was a cold, dark, and foul-smelling kingdom which was apparently ruled by a madman.”

THE ANGEL OF HEVER CASTLE has potential, but it remains undeveloped. Don’t bother. (D)
 
Suzanne Young’s MURDER BY CHRISTMAS is one of her Edna Davies mystery series published in free or inexpensive e-book format in 2013. The setting is Stockkton in southern Rhode Island.

Edna is overwhelmed with Christmas arriving in five days, with almost nothing done to prepare for her family’s gathering at home. Her husband Albert has a leg immobilized since he’d broken a knee cap before Thanksgiving, and Edna’s not able to care for him and get much else done. She arranges for him to move closer to his doctor and stay for a few days with their RN daughter Diane, so she can get ready for the holiday. But the day he leaves, she becomes involved with Laurel Taylor, a relative newcomer who runs a local feline rescue home CATS. Laurel’s after Jake Perry, local veterinarian; she takes what she wants, and she uses people, not paying Vinnie Valmont what she’d contracted for when he built the runs for her cats. She fires Bethany Marco days before Christmas for associating with Vinnie and then stiffs Bethany by not paying her an owed week’s wages. Edna and her friend Mary Osbourne promise to talk to Laurel on Bethany’s behalf, but Laurel is found dead at the foot of her stairs, neck broken and body showing signs of a struggle. Who hated Laurel enough to kill her? Mary goes missing, and someone is prowling around the houses in the neighborhood as snow falls and Christmas approaches.

I wasn’t impressed with the characters in MURDER BY CHRISTMAS. Edna sends her husband to her daughter’s house since she seems to feel that the world will come to an end if she doesn’t provide all the family Christmas traditions, regardless of circumstances. Then, after freeing herself to get ready for Christmas, she involves herself in the business with Laurel’s murder and Mary’s disappearance; she also agrees to check on another neighbor “Gran,” Joanna Cravendorf, whose granddaughter is required to fly to Chicago for a few days. Edna spends her time snooping and chauffeuring Gran. She’s repeatedly asked by police detective Charlie Rogers to stay out of the investigation, but she doesn’t listen. None are well developed.

There is little sense of place. Young names a few towns, and the only atmosphere consists of snowfalls beginning and ending and driveways plowed or not plowed. The plot is nothing special. Laurel as eventual victim is obvious from her first appearance. An experienced reader will probably identify the person and motive behind her death. Misdirection is too obvious to be believable. Don’t bother. (D-)
 
Jenny Oliver’s THE PARISIAN CHRISTMAS BAKE OFF is a free or inexpensive chick lit e-book. Most of its action occurs in Paris during the week before Christmas.

Rachel Smithson is dangerously close to being a Grinch. She’s blocked off Christmas since her mother, who ran the village bakery, died on Christmas Eve; she is a skilled baker herself but instead teaches primary grade at Nettleton. As a Christmas surprise, her friend at the school have rented out Rachel’s flat for the holidays and entered her in a contest with eight other bakers, competing in Paris for a month’s apprenticeship with noted chef Henri Salernes. She goes to avoid disappointing the children and the Australians renting her flat. She’s at first a fish out of water, barked at by Chef, lonely in a bare garret. But Chantal, her landlady’s maid, goes out of her way to be friends, and her spirit rises as she refuses to be intimidated by Chef or by her competitors. She meets Philippe Salenas, Henri’s younger brother, to whom she’s attracted. Rachel doesn’t win the competition, but she finds her purpose and returns to Nettleton to open her own bakery.

I didn’t think I was going to like THE PARISIAN CHRISTMAS BAKE OFF. Rachel as originally presented is a total doormat, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings, content with Ben, a boyfriend who’s interested in her food and sex, and blocking off memories of her mother. However, the competition forces her to look at her life: “Ben was like Tony’s jam tart--looked good but no substance. And she realised...she had chosen that. She had chosen tasteless. Bland. Tasteless was easier than complexity and flavour. Less work. She had had a boring flan when really she should have been holding out for a coffee profiterole or a violet and blackberry macaroon.” Since everything is seen through her eyes, Rachel is very much the focus of the story; other characters, even Philippe, are secondary.

Part of what changed my mind about the novel are the atmospheric descriptions of Paris at the Christmas season and of the food. Oliver uses atmosphere to reveal Rachel’s character: “A recipe passed down from her Greek great-grandmother. Tiny filo cheese pies so thin and delicate, brushed with glistening egg yolk and packed full of feta, ricotta, blue cheese and parmesan, that cracked and burst on the top like volcanos when cooked. Baked till golden, they were the taste of summers in Greece sitting under the vines, Coca-Cola for them, chilled retsina for the adults. Clinking ice cubes, steaming plates of cheese and spinach pies, sizzling prawns, pale pink taramasalata, olives warmed by the sun. Her gran in a hat fussing. Her great-grandmother in a chair, faded blue sundress and Scholl sandals. The waves rolling the pebbles. It was the taste of summer and sunshine and family. It was the taste of a time that was perfect.”

THE PARISIAN CHRISTMAS BAKE OFF contains passages that are pure food porn in their detail of deliciousness: “The only thing coming to mind was Easter. Warm hot cross buns that ripped apart like candy floss. She was reminded of the smells in the street today. Of the different spices and the sharp tang as they hit her senses. Of roasting chestnuts, mulled wine packed with star anise, cinnamon and nutmeg, and the brown bags of dried cranberries and candied orange....That was it....Hot Cross Christmas bun. Warm and sticky and sweet. She’d pack them with candied orange zest and slivers of cranberry, raisins, sultanas and glace cherries. Then glaze them with cinnamon syrup and white icing and when they opened up she’d have a chocolate and chestnut puree that sank melting into the warm, fluffy dough.” I want some, now.

Recommended for a quick, light, uplifting read, but not when you’re hungry. (B+)
 
Agatha Christie’s 4:50 FROM PADDINGTON was originally published in 1957, renamed WHAT MRS. MCGILLICUDDY SAW for the American edition. It was made available in e-format in 2011. It opens on 20 December and extends into the new year.

Elspeth McGillicuddy, on her wait by train to St. Mary Mead to visit her friend Jane Marple, sees a murder committed on a passing train; she reports it to the railroad and to the police, who seem to think she’d dreamed the scene. Miss Marple knows Mrs. McGillicuddy and takes her seriously. When after three days, no body has turned up, Miss Marple puts a plan in motion to find the woman’s body. She locates the most likely place for a body to be thrown from the train without its being found, and she sends Lucy Eyelesbarrow to Rutherford Hall to locate it. Rutherford Hall is an old country house and estate located within Brackhampton, immensely valuable for its development potential, owned by the Crackenthorpe family. Under the terms of his father’s will, Luther Crackenthorpe occupies the house but not control of the money, which is left in trust for Luther’s children: Edmund, who died during WWII; Cedric, a raffish painter who lives in Spain; Harold, a City gent in financial trouble; Alfred, a shady character on the fringes of crime; Emma, unmarried and middle-aged. Daughter Edith died prevously, leaving son Alexander who will inherit her portion, and his father Bryan Eastley, a decorated former-RAF pilot. Lucy finds the body, the police come in, but not much progress is made because the murdered woman isn’t identified. Can she be the missing dancer Anna, or perhaps Martine, the French woman Edmund planned to marry before his death at Dunkirk?

4:50 FROM PADDINGTON contains more characterization than is usual in Christie’s novels, especially of Lucy Eyelesbarrow: “The point of Lucy Eyelesbarrow was that once she came into a house, all worry, anxiety and hard work went out of it. Lucy Eyelesbarrow did everything, saw to everything, arranged everything. She was unbelievably competent in every conceivable sphere. She looked after elderly parents, accepted the care of young children, nursed the sickly, cooked divinely, got on well with any old crusted servants there might happen to be (there usually weren’t), was tactful with impossible people, soothed habitual drunkards, was wonderful with dogs. Best of all, she never minded what she did. She scrubbed the kitchen floor, dug in the garden, cleaned up dog messes, and carried coals!” (31-20)

4:50 FROM PADDINGTON includes one of the best descriptions of Miss Jane Marple in the canon. Detective Inspector Dermot Craddock of Scotland Yard, godson of Miss Marple’s old friend Sir Henry Clithering, says, “ ‘[Sir Henry] described her as just the finest detective God ever made--natural genius cultivated in a suitable soil. He told me once never to despise the--’ Dermot Craddock paused for a moment to seek for a synonym for ‘old pussies’--’--er, elderly ladies. He said they could usually tell you what might have happened, what ought to have happened, and even what actually did happen. And...they can tell you why it happened. He added that this particular--er--elderly lady--was at the top of the class.’ “ (170-1)

The plot drives 4:50 FROM PADDINGTON, as in most Christie novels. It’s not fair in providing information on the initial murder that Mrs. McGillicuddy saw, but the possible motive for the subsequent murders of Harold and Alfred Crackenthorpe leads an experienced reader to discern their killer. There’s little sense of place.

4:50 FROM PADDINGTON is a good read, though not especially Christmasy. (B+)
 
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