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Fiction.
Mystery.
Description "He is dead. It is quite impossible that he should have killed himself. He has been murdered. About half an hour ago. By a long knife passed under the left shoulder-blade into the heart."On a fog-bound London night, a soirée is taking place in the studio of artist Laurence Newtree. The guests include an eminent psychiatrist, a wealthy philanthropist and an observant young friend of Newtree's, John Christmas. Before the evening is over, Newtree's neighbour is found stabbed to death in what appears to be an impossible crime. But a mysterious man in a fez has been spotted in the fog asking for highly unlikely directions...The resourceful John Christmas takes on the case, unofficially, leading to an ingenious solution no one could have expected, least of all Inspector Hembrow of Scotland Yard.The Studio Crime is the first of Ianthe Jerrold's classic whodunit novels, originally published in 1929. Its impact led to her membership of the elite Detection Club, and its influence can be felt on later works by John Dickson Carr, Ngaio Marsh and Dorothy L. Sayers among others.This edition, the first in over eighty years, features a new introduction by crime fiction historian Curtis Evans.Praise for The Studio Crime"The best out of a new batch of detective stories." J.B. Priestley in The Evening News"Very carefully constructed, is very well written, and keeps its secret until the end." The Morning Post"Can be most heartily recommended to those who like a good mystery story written in good English." Newcastle Chronicle"The book is a pleasantly written record of an admirable piece of detective work." Times Literary Supplemen… (meer)
I came across this book when I was casting around for a new (to me) mystery. I'm not into grim and gritty, but cosy mysteries often strike me as irritatingly silly. The Studio Crime fit my needs quite well.
The prose was easy to read, although I noticed a few errors.The plot was somewhat convoluted and contrived, but then I wasn't reading for realism, so that was fine.
The characters were distinct, although two- rather than three-dimensional. I didn't particularly take to Christmas: it felt like he and the author were conspiring to dole out the clues one measly mysterious morsel at a time, with Christmas only boasting that his suspicions had been correct retrospectively. I did feel sorry for policeman Hembrow, whose main role seemed to be to provide access to police functions and be suitably admiring of what a clever chap Christmas had been.
It was interesting to see the historical perspectives and behaviours. My eyebrows rose at just how many characters smoked, and how casually. And for some reason I had thought of Serafine as middle-aged (ie 50-60) and was taken aback 3/4 of the way through when it was mentioned that she was thirty-seven.
All in all, a decent mystery to while away a few hours.
Good old fashioned who-dun-it. Amateur sleuth and policeman friend solve the murder of a mysterious acquaintance. Interesting characters and a story to keep you guessing. Nice to read a book in which the characters did not find it necessary to use bad language. ( )
The Studio Crime is set in London, where on a foggy night foul murder fells a malicious artist at his studio in St. John's Wood. Jerrold's amateur sleuth, John Christmas, happens to be on hand, at a friend's party at a flat on a lower floor; and he is soon investigating a baffling murder case involving a locked door, a cryptic message from a dead man, a vanishing lady and an intriguing individual in a fez. You might see certain resemblances to Golden Age murder master John Dickson Carr in all this.
This is an admirably accomplished author, long overdue for being rediscovered. I am going to try Dead Man's Quarry next, by the same author. ( )
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“No, don’t draw the curtain for a minute, Mr. Newtree."
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Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
He had a good presence, a suave, creamy voice, an ornate house in Maida Vale and a very large practice, consisting almost entirely of well-to-do and little-to-do women.
Perceiving that the climax of her sentence required a little thought, she abandoned it and relapsed into a beautiful smiling passivity.
“Life is a tale told by, about and for idiots, and the conclusions drawn by an idiot often hit the mark when those of a man of sense (yourself, Inspector) fly wide."
It savoured so much of fiction that John felt sure that it was true. For he knew that when a clever man invents a story, he is very careful to make it savour of truth.
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Fiction.
Mystery.
Description "He is dead. It is quite impossible that he should have killed himself. He has been murdered. About half an hour ago. By a long knife passed under the left shoulder-blade into the heart."On a fog-bound London night, a soirée is taking place in the studio of artist Laurence Newtree. The guests include an eminent psychiatrist, a wealthy philanthropist and an observant young friend of Newtree's, John Christmas. Before the evening is over, Newtree's neighbour is found stabbed to death in what appears to be an impossible crime. But a mysterious man in a fez has been spotted in the fog asking for highly unlikely directions...The resourceful John Christmas takes on the case, unofficially, leading to an ingenious solution no one could have expected, least of all Inspector Hembrow of Scotland Yard.The Studio Crime is the first of Ianthe Jerrold's classic whodunit novels, originally published in 1929. Its impact led to her membership of the elite Detection Club, and its influence can be felt on later works by John Dickson Carr, Ngaio Marsh and Dorothy L. Sayers among others.This edition, the first in over eighty years, features a new introduction by crime fiction historian Curtis Evans.Praise for The Studio Crime"The best out of a new batch of detective stories." J.B. Priestley in The Evening News"Very carefully constructed, is very well written, and keeps its secret until the end." The Morning Post"Can be most heartily recommended to those who like a good mystery story written in good English." Newcastle Chronicle"The book is a pleasantly written record of an admirable piece of detective work." Times Literary Supplemen
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The prose was easy to read, although I noticed a few errors.The plot was somewhat convoluted and contrived, but then I wasn't reading for realism, so that was fine.
The characters were distinct, although two- rather than three-dimensional. I didn't particularly take to Christmas: it felt like he and the author were conspiring to dole out the clues one measly mysterious morsel at a time, with Christmas only boasting that his suspicions had been correct retrospectively. I did feel sorry for policeman Hembrow, whose main role seemed to be to provide access to police functions and be suitably admiring of what a clever chap Christmas had been.
It was interesting to see the historical perspectives and behaviours. My eyebrows rose at just how many characters smoked, and how casually. And for some reason I had thought of Serafine as middle-aged (ie 50-60) and was taken aback 3/4 of the way through when it was mentioned that she was thirty-seven.
All in all, a decent mystery to while away a few hours.