FAST FORWARDING INTO ‘21

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.” (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Complete Adventures of Sherlock Holmes)

Does anybody want to hear me vent about 2020? Because, you know, I can do it, and I will . . . that is, if anyone wants to listen. To be honest, however, I actually wrote a good deal of a first draft of this post yesterday and vented and vented AND vented . . . . and I’m feeling pretty good now, thank you. So what I’d prefer is to gather together for the reasons we actually DO gather here: to talk about books and movies and theatre and other assorted things, to look back at my year in popular culture, and to look forward to what I hope to accomplish in the coming year. 

It’s amazing how a little tomorrow can make up for a whole lot of yesterday.” (John Guare, Landscape of the Body)

2020 was an extraordinary year for most of us. Most of it was bad, of course, and it doesn’t help that, while much of it was endured on an international scale like no other in our lifetime, most of us shared it in absentia. For me, personally, the challenges were mostly existential, and while this can be a challenge, at least I had a roof over my head, people who checked in on me by phone and Zoom, some of them from across the sea, and the wherewithal to purchase food and that one package of toilet paper left in the aisle at Nob Hill Foods. 

I must confess that I allowed the combination of boredom and fear to mess with my head, which made it difficult to concentrate on books. There were few films to see and no theatre, and while I languished at home, I also paced a lot. Still, when I look back over the posts I did manage to deliver, I accomplished more than I thought: 

  • I joined in on some great celebrations of Agatha Christie’s centennial as a published author and managed to put together a nine-part commemoration, decade by decade, of my own; 
  • I discovered some new/old authors. Alas, the most successful of these, Jack Vance, only wrote two mysteries! The jury’s out for me on Harriette Ashbrook, and I seriously have to read a Brian Flynn next year before I am drummed out of the core. 
  • I thought it would be a clever idea to write a simple parody of a GAD mystery. It got out of control, shifting from parody to pastiche. Ten chapters in, the world started to fold in on me. I felt trapped in the stupid decision to write the whole thing in the present tense, I wondered if anyone was really reading it, and when I realized a few people were, it became imperative that what was dropping as a first draft needed to be – ulp, good?? So I stopped writing Murder at Dungarees, and for that I apologize to the three of you who still want to know whodunnit. (More on this below.)

I want to be realistic about 2021. The stroke of midnight tonight may offer some symbolic grace to us, but the problems of Trump and COVID and racial injustice and economic woe and toilet paper shortages and, yes, the new Wordpress, will not resolve themselves tomorrow morning. We Americans have mucked it up so badly this year, and we haven’t been alone in dealing with leadership that is sly, selfish, inept – you name it! 

Never judge a country by its politicians.” (Alfred Hitchcock)

Perhaps the promise of vaccinations down the line will assuage some of our unease, even as we look on in horror at our fellow citizens who travel indiscriminately, eschew masks to the point of calling them a violation of human rights (!), and shockingly profess to believe that COVID is a political plot instead of a disease. Heck, a woman was just elected to the U.S. Senate who believes that all Democrats are cannibalistic pedophiles operating out of a D.C. pizza parlor. Meanwhile, on Christmas day, a man tried to blow up downtown Nashville because he believed that the Clintons, the Obamas, Justin Bieber, and some other high level Hollywood stars and politicians are killer lizards from outer space. There is no accounting for stupid; I simply underestimated its presence across the American spectrum. And, really, there was nothing new under the sun here, nothing at all. 

The trouble is . . . That everybody sneers at restrictions and demands freedom, till something annoying happens; then they demand angrily what has become of the discipline. (Dorothy L. Sayers, Gaudy Night)

Oops, I think I just snuck in some more venting. Moving on . . . 

Next year, I do have some plans in mind. First, regarding Agatha Christie: 

There are questions that you don’t ask because you are afraid of the answers to them.” (Agatha Christie, The Moving Finger)

Christie has always formed the foundation of my having a blog . . . I will always include her in my activity, but I think the centennial should mark a fresh approach as often as possible. I would like to read more authors who may have been inspired by Christie’s inventiveness. There are a number of modern authors writing GAD-inspired mysteries, and I would like to give them some notice. Mind you, we’re talking about neither the Pretty-Widow-Moves-to-Small-Town-Opens-Teashop-Dates-Sheriff-and-Solves-Murder cozies nor the Gone-Girl-in-the-Window-of-the-Train-Next-Door psychological thrillers. We’re talking about whodunnit writers, like James Scott Byrnside and Dolores Gordon-Smith and Margot Kinberg and Martin Edwards and Victoria Dowd, all people I’ve chatted with, some of whom I’ve even broken bread with. And there are lots more I haven’t had the good fortune to meet. Time to explore. 

My pal JJ has found himself pulled into the pre-GAD period and is gobbling up the likes of Freeman, Chesterton and the like. I find myself tugged in the opposite direction, toward the Silver Age and beyond, when psychological mystery tended to meld much better with the rules of classic whodunnits. I’m a fan of Helen McCloy, despite some missteps, and there’s a lot more to explore. The success with Jack Vance inspired this as well, and following guides like TomCat and John Norris, who are some of the best-read bloggers in the business, might cue me in to some great new stuff. Meanwhile, there’s no way I’m ignoring the Golden Age: it’s time to get back to my ACDC: Celebration of Carter DicksonDeath in Five Boxes will be my next read there, if you’re keeping track.

There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.” (Jane Austen, Emma)

I hope theatres open again soon, but until they do, I still have more to say about Hitchcock and others. And things have been dropping on streaming services that deserve some attention. (I have a number of things to say about Bridgerton next year!!) For my birthday, I received this amazing smart TV, and watching things on it is like a theatrical experience (particularly with popcorn!) Might as well get some pleasure out of it and pass that on to you! 

I also have been thrown for something of a loop due to retirement. Granted, my conversations with teaching colleagues only reaffirms that I made the right decision to go out one year earlier than planned. Still, my life used to be crowded with making art and guiding young artists to make their own. Retirement has made a void there, and until I can make my own art again, in whatever form, I hope to focus this lens on the new art being made out there. 

You cannot change what you are, only what you do.” (Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass)

And while we’re on the subject of  “making art” – Regarding Murder at Dungarees, I have to see if I can muster my forces and complete it in the coming year. One thing I would like to do is go through the ten chapters I have so far and rewrite them in the past tense, then provide that as a refresher before I drop the remaining few chapters. Ultimately, the process of creative writing is a crap shoot. I know a re-read would expose the flaws (on so many levels) of the piece, but it’s not like I’m trying to publish the thing. The books I want to write in the future are probably not set in the past. But it is kind of a matter of honor, isn’t it, as well as a thank you to the people who have been kind enough to follow Dungarees and offer encouragement. Just give me a little time to see if I can heal from this mess of a year. 

Finally – and considering what has come just before and what comes next – this may be the most important: in 2021, I hope to find a myriad of ways to connect with my fellow blogging community, this panoply of diverse individuals spread all over the globe who share so many of my passions. Whether it’s being a part of JJ’s podcast with Moira (only 64 novels to go!!) or sharing a conversation about books with Countdown John or trading e-mails with Kemper and Catherine of All About Agatha, or trying to drop an intelligent question at a Zoom meet with Sophie Hannah over a favorite Christie (she liked my question on The Hollow!!), I hope to do more of that. Some of us have even started a book club, which may explain why you were suddenly inundated with reviews of Thou Shell of Death. Until the day comes when we can all gather in Torquay or the British Library, or I can attend my first Bouchercon in thirty years, the internet will have to suffice, and there is nothing – nothing, I tell you – quite like engaging with people as passionate about the same thing as you. We may bicker and disagree, but we are fierce in our love of any extraordinary body of artists and personalities who affected popular culture, whether they are mystery writers or film artists or panelists on What’s My Line? (I’m coming after you soon, Jack Hamm! I can’t wait to get involved in your blog!) 

Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.” (Anne Rice)

So those are my plans for the coming year. Who knows how things will pan out? According to the pundits, the latest waiting time for a vaccination under the current Operation Warp Speed plan is . . . ten years. We’ll hope that Biden can do better than that. I, for one, hope to watch a lot less news after the January 20 inauguration. But first we have to survive the next twenty days, and Mr. Trump is betting that we won’t. 

To all of you who have reached out with a comment, whether you agreed or disagreed with something I said, whether you offered encouragement or correction, or whether, like Santosh, you used your “in” with the powers that be to let me know about important upcoming releases, I thank you for staying involved with me during this difficult year. In the near future, look for a post on one of the greatest mystery parodists of all time, a review of the latest shin honkaku release by LRI (faster, Ho-Ling, faster!), and a piece on my next book club mystery, the one-of-a-kind noir thriller, The Red Right Hand.

Meanwhile, I leave you with this wish for all of us in the coming year. I’ve been inspired throughout the writing of this post by quotes from some of my favorite authors. This comes from Neil Gaiman

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”

Happy New Year, from Sonny, Mimi, and me!

21 thoughts on “FAST FORWARDING INTO ‘21

  1. Great to read about your plans and it is nice to hear Murder at Dungarees is going to be continued. Also really pleased to read about your fresh interest in writers from the silver age. Quite a number of the books I have enjoyed this year have come from the 40s and 50s.
    Happy New Year!

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    1. I’m sure some of this interest came from your blog, especially some of the great ladies of psychological suspense. I need to get more Hilda Lawrence and Charlotte Armstrong in me, and I’m looking forward to reading the Holly Roth a certain Santa Claus sent me . . . 😉

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  2. A wonderful post and I am incredibly honoured to be mentioned alongside such wonderful writers. Thank you. It means a lot coming from someone like you. Keep writing the book. It took me 19 years to find the voice I was looking for. Good luck with it and I have a very Happy New Year.

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  3. Happy New Year, Brad! I kept wondering about Murder at Dungarees but hesitated to say anything because I didn’t want to pressure you in the weird/awful times we’ve been going through. So, I’m very glad you plan to revisit it and put us out of our misery on whodunnit!

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    1. I’m not quite there yet, Bev, but I figure I owe it to my fans . . . and my illustrator! Have a happy new year! Let’s get the dead weight out of the White House and see how quickly we can turn this country around!

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    1. Thanks, John. I’ve heard rumors that it ends . . . disapointingly. I probably have three or so books to get through before I get there, so be patient and I’d love to talk about it with you.,

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  4. Happy New Year, Brad. I look forward to your endeavors in 2021, including the reboot of Dungarees, your further explorations of the Silver Age, and discussions with your unique blend of good humor and insight.

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  5. Happy New Year, and thanks so much for the shout-out! And there was at least one GAD writer who appeared on WHAT’S MY LINE–Erle Stanley Gardner, who was promoting the then-new Perry Mason TV show. About five years ahead of where I am on the blog, but looking forward to writing about it when it comes up.

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    1. I just hit 1956, and I know who’s about to die! Goodson and Todman just appeared as special mystery guests to honor the show’s anniversary. I feel like I’ve been a part of it, watching show by show ever the past six months!

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  6. …following guides like TomCat and John Norris, who are some of the best-read bloggers in the business, might cue me in to some great new stuff.

    I’ll be your huckleberry.

    Best wishes for 2021!

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