My fellow blogger, Helen Szamuely, posted a fascinating article about the nature of clueing in classic mysteries, much of which is lost to modern writers and readers due to the rising technology of our times. Read her post here: http://conservativehistory.blogspot.co.uk/2015/12/some-idle-thoughts.html
It inspired me to scribble a silly poem – something I do way too often – and post it. At this point, fellow mystery fan and writer Ann Lamb ordered me to place it here on my blog! Here you go, Ann:
A SAD FAREWELL TO THE CLASSIC CLUE by Brad Friedman
No watch dials set to half past eight, No servants to interrogate, No secret passage to pass through, Now what on earth can Poirot do?
No mystery corpse from far away – (We’ll simply match his DNA!) No fountain pen about the place, How will Lord Peter solve the case?
The modern sleuth in books today Is e’er psychologizing. And thus the culprit’s brought to bay, In endings not surprising.
No dying message writ in blood, No gardener’s footprint in the mud, No locked room where the dead do dwell, Why even send for Gideon Fell?
No deadly week on some estate, Or ne’er do wells who kill their mate And frame the brother whom they hate . . . Or handroll cigarettes till late . . . Or eat chad roe upon a plate . . .
Alas, I fear I was born too late.