Thursday, December 28, 2006

The Christmas Presents
















As everyone knows, Christmas morning begins early. But, like other mornings, certain routines must be observed.


This photo shows the carpets that surround my loft; here, I stretch out every morning.


The next order of business is the Walk Outside. This I shall pass over with the decorum that comes naturally to me.


Rituals observed on Christmas morning, the time has come to search for presents! If you read the previous entry you're already privy to the Roushanzamir's Christmas lists. Below I'll simply upload the shots --taken by Mama who has seemingly recovered from the holiday excesses -- and provide brief commentary as needed.


First order of business [of course]: rush to the tree [see photo]. Of note: the ornament topping the Cypress tree was specially crafted by Nikos Kavoori for Mama in what's now known as Nikos' Early Period. Its value has since sky-rocketed, in particular since Nikos abandoned that medium when he moved into his Utilitarian Phase. This shot also permits a narrow glimpse into the collage-like ambiance of Mama's et Papa's home; see in particular the crystal ball [located at the far left front]


Presents there were, although as per previous discussion [12/27/06] , Mama's smallish haul [if I may use such a crass term] showed an inverse correlation to the comparative length of her list. Still, not to be sneezed at: fully 11 Dr. Who dvd/s.





Frankly, I found Papa's original list disappointingly dull. To refresh your memory, he asked for clothes, a calander, a belt, an Old Navy gift certificate!









What a nightmare: no toys, no diamonds, just the sadly mundane necessities. For all that, Santa delivered with a certain panache. Even the gift certificate reflects Santa's flair, as he enhanced the dreary practical with a choice both witty and charming.










With all due respect, my own requests from Santa reveal in part how I've insinuated myself into the position of power that it's widely acknowledged I hold in the Roushanzamir household. I wasted no time on frivolous wishes for sweaters, food bowls, new leashes and the like. Those are merely my due.


Pictured below, and requiring no comment at all, are only 3 of the gorgeous and glorious Toys that I unwrapped on Christmas morning. [The wrapping paper itself deserves a separate blog entry; rarely as I permitted such liberties with paper as on Christmas morning.]




In the spirit of Christmas, I presented Mama et Papa with a special present.


Finally, replete and happy, I retired to Mama's et Papa's spacious futon [approximately 12 times larger than mine-- but I'll write about my furniture on another day] to play with the very best of toys, Papa's sock.



Friends & fans, as a post script I add the picture of the one blot on my Christmas morning, which as mentioned in the previous entry, Mama has agreed to return in exchange for More Toys.





Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Santa's Visit



Below, find the letter I mailed to Santa on behalf of the Roushanzamir family. It's rather lengthy. Please persevere. The letter is followed by our success rate and analysis.

2006 Letter to Santa [Christmas Gift Request Letter for the Roushanzamir Family]:

Dear, Wonderful Santa,

On behalf of myself and my Papa & Mama here find our lists of What We Want for Christmas. We have all been very well behaved: no pouting, no crying, no shouting, and etc. In other words, we've all been really good indeed. All year long.

[OK: for the sake of honesty we've all been as good as can be expected. And we hope that, with promises for even better behavior next year (2007), you'll feel free to honor our wishes this year (2006).]

In alphabetical order by first name:

Mama:

1 cool African market basket from Earth Fare

1 soft silk and cashmere sweater, long & lean style

Doctor Who - The Key to Time Collection (1975)
Doctor Who - The Talons of Weng-Chiang (1975)

Doctor Who - Earthshock (Episode 122) from
Doctor Who - The Five Doctors (Episode 130)
The Maigret DVD Collection

A special Queen's coronation box

Dickens' leather-bound writing journal

Bezzel-set diamond necklace set in 18-carat gold

Mercury:

No need to include my wishes here. I've emailed my wish list far ahead of time with the caveat that if you don't receive it, I'll resend. So let me know.

Saeidy:

$50 gift certificate from Old Navy
Avenger’s calander
All-England football wind jacket
Western-style belt

Santa, I've spent a great deal of time & care assembling these lists for our family.

One factor stands out: Mama's list is the longest.

Please don't hold this against her or think her greedy. The truth of the matter: Mama is my hero. Although I take her for granted, I know she's the one who stays with me all day long and puts my needs before her own. I do not mean to imply that Papa & I do not equally deserve consideration. Simply put, although the length of Mama's list is greater, her actions should not be considered avaricious nor be counted as Bad Behavior.

Santa, we all love you & think of you throughout each year (not only close to Christmas time). Are you doing well? We hope so. Say hello to Mrs. Santa and all your pals at the North Pole.

Finally, we hope you can slip down our chimney despite the fact that a block was put up on the roof to keep out undesirables; but that does not mean you!

Lots of Love from your good friend ,
Mercury Murphy Roushanzamir


p.s. One more note about Mama's list. Perhaps Saeid will get her the African market basket. Contact him so there's no duplication

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The Results:

Apparently the letter was received; as a group we had an 90% success rate [margin of error +/- 3].

For example, Although I'd asked for 3 rapping plush dog toys, I received only one. It was, however, my first choice. When squeezed, it raps: "D--O--G D--O--G what you gonna do, what you gonna do when they come for you?"

Mama did find all the requested Dr. Who dvd/s except "The Talons of Weng-Chiang." She received the leather-bound Dickens journal. Sadly the Maigret dvd/s were not under the tree [a living Cypress]. Nor was there an African basket. She knew the diamond necklace was a long shot anyway; it may have been her demise [see analysis below].

Saeid's every wish was granted.

Analysis :

Mama, in making her [too] many requests, overstepped the boundaries of good gift requesting taste. Her faux-pas was noted, despite my well-crafted plea.

Mercury: Admittedly many of my requests were for the arcane, the mysterious, the rare. So I don't complain; with the exception of a spa robe [which Mama has agreed to return & exchange], all my presents were toys. No sweaters, pj/s or cute doggie accessories [see the September 7, 2006 entry for the suggestive books regarding smaller dogs' preferences].

As for Saeid, it seems that Santa agrees with the allegation that "Saeid's the nicest guy in Athens." I include the quotation marks for good reason: how many times have I listened to Athenians from the day, townies, and newcomers alike make that remark.

Finally: As you may know, Mama serves as my photographer as well as fulfilling other support functions. But, replete with Christmas food & drink, a recuperation period is in order.

Shots of the best of the best gifts from Santa will appear in due course as will tips for crafting your own letter to Santa in 2007.

Monday, December 25, 2006

Cheers


Peace on Earth, Good Will towards Men


Merry Christmas with love & appreciation to my Loyal Fans


Mercury Murphy Roushanzamir

Monday, December 18, 2006

Update: My Modeling Career



















Although slated for today was another section on the Gang of Ten [see December 1, 2006] , some good news supercedes [over what's a basic rehashing of Mama's graduate teaching & the Scholarly Exemplars with whom she has shared a brief moment of their lives].

My modeling career [see October 7, 2006] is exploding. Some particularly fine Christmas shots will appear nationwide on a television Christmas special; you may have already spotted them in the splashy holiday fashion layouts.


My portfolio also includes a shoot for a prestigious East Coast restaurant, Zamir-e-Zan. It earned its reputation: eclectic menu and decor, impeccable yet understated service, and designer food. Zamir-e-Zan honored me by refusing to accept an alternative Face, waiting for over a week 'til my previous engagement came to an end.




Modeling is both a fascinating, rewarding career & an intriguing word. I've found 25 definitions of "modeling"-- it can be used as a noun, adjective and verb [with or without object].


Synonyms include:

paragon prototype, archetype, mold, original [apparently, my profession chose me]



This final head shot is my way of extending seasons greetings to you, my loyal fans. [courtesy of Bella Vita Fotografie, www.bellavitafotografie.com ]

FYI: I'm looking forward to Santa's visit with all my heart.


Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Mercury Resting



In the old times, when an actor was out of work, he said, "I am resting."

Since Mama was incapacitated by a sharp knife, necessitating a trip to the emergency room where she received Stitches, she refuses to turn on the computer or place me on my chair.

This brief entry is thanks solely to Papa's largesse.

And, I join the stage denizens with their ever-ready excuse: I Am Resting.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Stitch in Time


Pauvre Mama!

She sliced her little finger on 12/06 & 2 stitches were taken.

As you may know, although I am the sole creative force behind the MercuryMurphy blog, Mama turns on the computer and sets me up on my chair. [For more about my creative process, including the recipe for innovation-inducing libations, see entry of November 25, 2006.]

Thus there will be a slight delay before my next posting.

In the meantime, feel free to review some of my earlier entries.

I suggest the series of mystery reviews [October 2006], musings on media interviews with Andy Lester [by Chris Matthews], Jerry Seinfeld, and Superman [September 2006], informative essays about global artifacts & pictures of me as a baby [August 2006], and specifics about a dog's life in the Roushanzamir family [July 2006; entry, July 28, a view of my loft].

For another pleasant read, click "view my complete profile" located at the end of "About Me" to the right of your screen.

Remember: blogs invite comments.
Click on "comments" at the end of each entry to record your own.

Til later, my good friends & fans,
Mercury Murphy Roushanzamir/M-squared

Post Script: Mama's suggestion: "go to BBC-America web site for days & times during the week when you can watch the Time Lords of Galifrey program Dr. Who; watch him travel through space & time in his Tardis [time and relative dimensions in space machine--see photos of outside & inside below]," she says.






Friday, December 01, 2006

Gang of Ten, Tribute: part 1










Mama asked that I use my blog space to recognize VIPs: her former graduate students, 2 MA, 8 Ph.D. students. As she kindly grants access to her files & computer, it seems wise to comply with her request.

Contrary to Mama's assumptions , Allyson Mann: doesn't like coffee, isn't wild about Woody Allen films, and prefers not to pursue a Ph.D. However, Allyson conducted original research, visited Mama in Innsbruck, and was the 1st grad student Mama advised through completion of degree. She's a supportive, mysterious friend. My diligent web search discovered 1 image of her:
For Brian Vaught's MA thesis, he constructed a post-modern ethnography, an online exploration of media production, forms & impact. He attended FAU & University of Illinois [close to finishing his doctoral degree].





So we begin the Gang of Ten, Tribute. Please return often over the next few days to meet the other VIPs.
For my educational background go to
blog entry, July 21, 2006.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Blogging Productivity















Many fans have asked what inspires my productivity. For some reason, I've encountered surprise on the part of humans about my prodigious output on such a wide variety of topics: a dog's life, the Roushanzamirs & their family and friends, literature of numerous genres, global artifacts, scholarly research, and so forth.

While I can not provide an unfailing recipe to be followed step-by-step, this photo supplies some clues.

Acquire a new, light-weight computer & a very fast internet connection: for resources.

Surround yourself with many books, papers, posters, and other media [music, television, films]: for inspiration.

Dress according to mood, certainly casual if you like, but full evening dress if such strikes your fancy.

Relfect on your life's experiences, the successes, the failures, the pleasures & pains, the beautiful and the ugly: the sum of phenomena influencing who you are today.

And finally: sip a martini. I recommend Svedka Vodka [no vermouth] shaken til icy cold, garnished with a twist of lime and served in an extravagant martini glass.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Offer Thanks




Something happens to me on Thanksgiving Day. It is perhaps [well, doubtless] the only day of the year on which I feel humble. [Adequately reflected in the shot of me here.] I defer to the love that surrounds me every day & for that, offer thanks to Mama et Papa.

Indeed November is a month for loving remembrance in our family.

For example, my Aunt & Uncle Lester celebrate their wedding anniversary.

My brother, Allan, his birthday. Of course, also Mama's birthday-- see entry of November 21, 2006. [the roses above were Papa's gift to her; the sparkling beads entwined with them, from Lynne, her friend.]

November is the month that Grandpere et Grandmere Lester travel to Chicago to celebrate Grandpere's profession [at the annual RSNA conference] and to mingle with many of their long-time friends.

Thanksgiving is a holiday that falls on different dates each year; that pleases me. It mirrors life, variable and fleeting, and reminds us that thanks should be offered wholeheartedly and frequently.

If you wish to offer your own thanks, please click "comments" below.



Happy Thanksgiving, Fans.
from Mercury Murphy Roushanzamir

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Cher Mama


Wishing You A Happy Birthday Today.
Mercury's Prediction: Many More Returns of the Felicitous Day.
I Love You Dearly.
Je t'aime, Mama!
from your darling Mercury

Monday, November 13, 2006

The Fall, Beauty and Joy


My planned Rest from the world of blogging was negatived by Mama. She insisted I display her photo shot shortly after my visit to Fabulous Kelly [see entry July 18, 2006]. Mama et Papa claim I'm a creature of beauty and a joy, if not forever, for as long as possible.
This may have nothing to do with my day at the Doggie Shapes Salon, but it occurred shortly thereafter. In the interests of the whole truth and nothing but the truth I must admit My Bad. Here's what happened.
Once a day, almost every day, Mama says, "Now I will check the mail. You stay. And I'll check the mail." [She often repeats herself as if I'm not bright enough to catch it the first time.]
On that particular wonderful fall day, leaves whirling, sunshine streaming, Mama opened the door to check for the mail [our post box being attached to the stoop]. Just at that moment one of my kind, a big dog with coat similar in shade to mine, walked proudly by.
I dashed out to greet her [as any proper dog would], happily running back & forth, up and down, crossing the street with great abandon. My ears flew back, my head, held high, the sheer beauty of the day and joy of the moment overtaking me.
Mama screamed. Cars stopped. The big dog's Mama cried out, "Get her a treat."
Only when Mama fled in tears towards the house did I realize that I'd overstepped my boundaries. Kindly and forsaking my perfect Fall Moment, I scampered [yes, scampered] to our front door where Mama, on the point of collapse, was standing, head bowed.
She learned a lesson that day. And I learned a little bit about her.
Apparently, when she was just about my age, she crossed a Very Busy Street, lured by the promise of television watching [her family lived in the Poor House, thus unable to provide TV for their needy children] and petit fours. As she tells it, all was well until her Mama [my Grandmama] found her glued to the TV & with cake in her mouth.
With alacrity and a certain vindictiveness [due perhaps to Grandmama's missing out on the petit fours], my Mama was snatched up, promptly returned to her home and spanked soundly.
Luckily for me, spanking is now Out.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

November, Mercury and the Roushanzamir Family



November is an especially dangerous month in the Roushanzamir family. Whilst, never does my Mama prefer even numbers to odd, nor major keys to minor, the dawn of November exaggerates her preferences. Of course November is her Favorite Month. See the picture to your right for Mama's November Look.
I trace the special relevance of November to the undoubted fact that Mama's birthday is November 21st. [That's 3 x 7 -- both odd numbers, both historically lucky numbers across cultures, she tells me]
Mama disdains Halloween [as do I] disapproving by its colonization [see, entry October 31, 2006] but she loves her birthday. And the keys to satisfying her birthday pleasures are as follows. No surprises desired. She expects to be feted, borne magnificent gifts by many admirers, to be served champaigne and caviar. Later in the evening, perhaps thin cucumber and gently smoked salmon sandwiches with appropriate garnishes. And later still, perhaps Benedictine or creme de methne depending, she informs me, on the weather.
Believe me this is no joke. So in the Roushanzamir household Papa and I tred gently in November, doing our very best to gratify Mama's whims, not only on November 21st, but on every day leading up to that Day of Days and every November day thereafter.
[Note: Papa and I love the Thanksgiving Day holiday, viewed as a respite since whenever that august holiday falls, Mama, who also approves of that holiday, does the cooking.]

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Mercury: Halloween Scrooge



Three things I find particularly distasteful. Giving out my phone number [except to the elect]; surprise parties [what if I've been digging in the dirt or reading in my pj/s-- see entry, July 3]; and Halloween.
Not that I object to donning a good costume for a worthy event. A I donned the garb of the Fourth Doctor WHOse mind boggles. Ah, that was a masterpiece of fancy dress and how it brings fond memories with it.
Back in the day, Halloween was the provenance of dogs and kids only. Kids roamed neighborhoods trick-or-treating for candy. Dogs roamed the neighborhoods looking for houses with rolled yards. [You remember the rolled yard. Kids, armed with rolls of toilet paper, threw those rolls high into the trees of the houses of scolding old ladies, sworn enemies, etc.] There's nothing a dog likes more on Halloween than scampering from rolled house to rolled house.
Increasingly, however, older folks crept in on our innocent fun.
First the 'tweens who still wanted the candy even though they were really too old for kids play. Generally they didn't bother with a costume [being scary enough without].
Then, the older teens looking for an excuse to play spin the bottle while in disguise.
Next college students-- any excuse for partying [concommitantly inventing the verb: to party].
Finally, the death knell. Adults climbed on the lets-get-dressed-up-and-act-like-children bandwagon, effectually burying the holiday by turning it into an opportunity to act like kids. [or perhaps like dogs?]
If you share my Halloween beliefs, feel free to make a comment in the section provided at the end of this entry. Also collecting like minded comments on phone privacy and the abolition of surprise parties.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Mysterious Mercury and the Lone Inspectors

At your right, a photo of me. Although this picture reflects no credit upon Mama's photographic skill [note the singular noun], it does illustrate, however partially, some relevant points of interest. For example, behind me, a few of my books arrayed in their proper place, a bookcase. The chair on which I'm posed and the partial view of the bed to the front are two favored places for reading mysteries. And finally, note the turquoise "j" behind me and to the left. Believe it or not, that's my yard chair where, weather permitting I relax & read, either on my screened in porch or in my vast, if unkempt, yard.


Now, let's consider the British mystery series in which the protagonist, a male policeman of the CID, tends to work alone or in a fruitful partnership that yet doesn't quite fit the Professional Marriages category. Most of these novels are written by men, unlike the previously reviewed Grandes Dames of British mysteries [previous entry], written by and "starring" women. Some reviewers refer to the Lone Inspectors series as "police procedurals" a designation that, not unlike the "English cozy" [October 23 entry], serves as a banal marketing niche rather than a genre worthy of consideration.

Listed, described & Mercury Rated below:
Author, Colin Dexter; Inspector Morse series.
Author, Michael Innes [aka John Innes MacKintosh Stewart]; Inspector Appleby series.
Author, Edmund Crispin [aka Bruce Montgomery]; Gervase Fen series.
Author, Caroline Graham; Inspector Barnaby series
Author, Graham Thomas; Detective-Chief Superintendent Erskine Powell
Author, Christopher Fowler, Bryant & May of London's Peculiar Crimes Unit
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Colin Dexter, in the US perhaps the best known amongst these authors, created Inspector Morse, college drop-out [yet eriudite], brooding [thoughtful], solitary [with the possible exception of his partnership with Detective Lewis], clever ["Cleverest bugger I've ever met....He usually seems to be able to see things...half a dozen moves ahead of us."]. Each of 13 novels is set in Oxford [that's England, not Mississippi]; so clearly is Oxford (re)created that a book Morse's Oxford provides a mystery-loving traveler's week or two worth of day trips about town. Perhaps enough to add that the last novel, The Remorseful Day, is, if anything, the most brilliant of all. Mercury Rating: First rate; highly recommended
Michael Innes [1906-86],who under his real name taught English and published work on Rudyard Kipling and Thomas Hardy, created Inspector John Appleby and we follow Appleby's career as he moves up the ranks of Scotland Yard and into retirement [from his career if not from his metier, solving mysteries]. In 1975 Appleby is joined by a light-weight chap but talented and acclaimed painter Charles Honeybath. Occasionally Appleby's wife and son, both of whom age as the series develops, drive the story, dragging Appleby into confusing and dangerous [and murderous] situations. Innes is credited with inspiring a "penchant for donnish detective fiction" of which our next author provides another outstanding example. Mercury Rating: First Rate; highly recommended
Edmund Crispin [1921-78] read Modern Lanugages at Oxford and served as organist and choirmaster at his college, St John's. Eschewing an academic career, Crispin was a career writer [of the Gervase Fen mystery series amongst other writing/editing activities] and composer. Crispin [writing in the 3rd person] describes himself thusly:
He is of sedentary habit--his chief recreations being music, reading, church-going, and bridge. Like Rex Stout's Nero Wolf[n.b.] he leaves his house as seldom as possible, in particular minimizing his visits to London, a rapidly decaying metropolis which since the was he has come to detest.
My particular favorite of the Gervase Fen series describes that Professor of English Language and Literature at Oxford chasing down a toy shop [The Moving Toyshop] which disappeared after the poet Cadogan finds a dead body in it. The novel was described by one critic as "...a rococo classic." Mercury Rating: First rate; highly recommended
N.B. Rex Stout created the famous American duo, extraordinary, hugely overweight detective Nero Wolf and his general run-about Archie Goodwin. Interestingly, and unlike many mystery series writers, time stands still across the novels so neither protagonist ages although Stout creates a mysterious international past for Wolf. Although I won't assign a Mercury Rating to the Stout collection, suffice it to say I've read them all with great pleasure.
Caroline Graham creates Chief Inspector Barnaby, a likeable softspoken police official who exposes the dark inside of the brightly quaint English in which these stories are set. Barnaby explores the darkness of love-hate, greed and murder with a contrasting quietness that I find particularly engaging. Try Faithful Unto Death or A Place of Safety. Mercury Rating: Very Good
When I first met Detective-Chief Superindent Erskin Powell and first read Graham Thomas' Malice in the Highlands, I was briefly inspired to take up fly fishing [a difficult though not impossible sport for a dog]. In this particular book of his series, Thomas sends Powell away from the miscreants of London and his [somewhat] troubled marriage and annoying teenagers off on a salmon-fishing vacation in the Highlands. However, murder lurks in Powell's haven and Powell is [somewhat] reluctantly recruited into solving the mystery. Other titles in this series also begin with "Malice in..." such as Malice in London, etc. Mercury Rating: Very good
Finally [perhaps inappropriately as it doesn't really fit the "Lone Inspectors category--well, not at all actually-- but after all, it is my blog] author Christopher Fowler, self-described "author of urban unease [and] dark comedy mystery..." entered the mystery series genre with A Full Dark House, last case of parnters Bryant & May. A very nice touch, that. Its setting is London, the Blitz, in and around the Palace Theater and present-day terrorism aware London. Four books in this series follow; I'm curently reading Seventy-Seven Clocks, setting Edward Heath's time [1974]. And finding it difficult to put down. Bryant is cranky, May, a charming womanizer, both rather brilliant when working together; apart their character flaws serve them ill. A supporting cast of characters provide amusing continuity and insights into the two protagonists without distracting from the moving forces of Bryant and May. I prefer not to recommend author's web sites, but Fowler's is an exception:
For an exciting, imaginative, innovative example of the genre, Fowler's Bryant & May series is highly recommended and I've assigned it a Mercury Rating equal to the classics reviewed above: First rate; highly recommended

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Mysterious Mercury et les Grandes Dames

The British mystery tradition has been blessed by a few outstanding women authors whose names [or pen names] are recognized world wide. Below you'll find the few whom I believe meet the criteria of a British Grande Dame [and in parantheses their best known detectives]. Here are the authors whose books have wiled away the many hours of a dog's life, empty of fulfilling work, devoted only to sleeping, eating and other carnal pleasures.


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Josephine Tey [Allan Grant; including The Daughter of Time] The First of the Group & often considered The Greatest.
Dorothy Sayres [Lord Peter Wimsey & Harriet Vane]
Agatha Christie [Hercule Poirot & Miss Marple]
Ngaio Marsh [Inspector Roderick Alleyn]
Patricia Wentworth [Miss Maud Silver]

Introducting the Grandes Dames and their protagoniststs, the women who have written carefully plotted mysteries peopled by characters who seem to live & breathe and always full of surprising turns of plot, carefully revealed insights -- and loads of character! Let's examine them one by one.

Josephine Tey [aka Elizabeth MacKintosh]; also wrote as Gordon Daviot.

The Daughter of Time brought the controversy surrounding Richard III and the Princes in the Tower to a wide public audience and is perhaps the most popular defense of Richard. This mystery novel addresses the issue of historical truth. Inspector Alan Grant, trapped in a hospital with a broken leg, is bored senseless. ..This mystery demonstrates that once an idea, right or wrong, becomes "fixed" in a culture, people resist changing their opinions on the matter, even in the face of overwhelming contrary evidence." Her book A Shilling for Candles was the basis for Alfred Hitchcok's Young and Innocent.

Dorothy Sayres wrote 14 Lord Peter Wimsey novels before devoting herself writing, first for the stage and secondly to Christian discourse. My favorite, Murder Must Advertise. Explore the Dorothy L. Sayres Society website:

Agatha Christie "remains the most popular novelist in history, with over two billion of her books sold at a conservative estimate. The rejacketing of her books and new adaptations of Poirot and Marple on ITV have all ensured that e magic of her storytelling continues to reach a contemporary audience and that she continues to be recognised as the undisputed "Queen of Crime." I find her infinitly re-readable. See her official website:

Ngaio Marsh, although a New Zealander, is considered a British Grande Dame. A few of her stories are situated in New Zealand, but for the most part, England is the backdrop and often the theater provides the mise en scene. Frankly, I find Marshs' books pleasurable upon first reading, but lacking the re-readable Mercury Rating evaluation.


Patricia Wentworth [aka Dora Amy Ells], forgotten even by many for whom the Grandes Dames, birthed the wonderful Maud Silver, sleuth, spinster, eccentric dresser, former governess, and altogether a woman of keen insight and the ability to put one over. I enjoyed Miss Silver Comes to Stay.

Although their Mercury Ratings vary by author and title, I can wholeheartedly recommend each author's works to novice readers as yet ignorant of the Grandes Dames of British mystery. And I extend that recommendation to all for whom a good mystery is the bed-rock of civilized life.

Coming Soon: The Lone Inspectors of the current British mystery world and their Mercury Ratings.

Please check out the preceeding 4 mystery authors' entries. And check back soon for upcoming lists, descriptions and evaluations of other mystery series.

Happy reading from your friend, Mercury Murphy Roushanzamir

Friday, October 27, 2006

Mysterious Mercury & Professional Marriages




Marriage between a man and a woman, same-sex marriage, liaisons, menage-a-trois. Amongst humans the myriad of relations intimate seem creative & endless.

The same can be said for a certain set of British mystery series [re-read the first paragraph], at the very center of which is some kind of coupling [or tripling, whatever]. Here I've listed some of the better of what I call the Professional Marriages genre of mystery, each with a selected title, beginning with the best writer and craftsman/predominantly woman of the field.

Author: Reginald Hill: Peter Pascoe and "Fat Andy" Dalziel [actually not a couple per se, both of CID] and the third, Sarge Edgar Wield of the "fragmented face," initially in, then out of the closet. (Dialogues of the Dead) Mercury Rating: Very good

Author Ruth Rendell: Inspector Wexford with prissy, but very straight Michael Burden [Wexford supported by his wife, Dora, and periodically thrilled and annoyed by his daughters]. (A Sleeping Life) By the way, Rendell also writes under the name Barbara Vine. (The Blood Doctor) Mercury Rating: Very Good.

Author Elizabeth George: Thomas Lynley, Barbara Havers & Winston Nkata [of Scotland Yard] and a confusing cast of other characters all of whom sleep with each other at various points [in time and space] throughout her large oeuvre. (Payment in Blood) Mercury Rating: Good

Author Jill McGown: Dectective Chief Inspector Lloyd and Detective Judy Hill [first illicit non-lovers, later boyfriend and girlfriend. (Murder at the Old Vicarage) Mercury Rating: Not Bad

NOTE: McGown and Crombie styles are similar enough that one can become confused about whose in a couple with whom, for example, is Lloyd breaking up his marriage of Jemma or what combination of overlapping illicit relationship. But no matter; these humans.

Author Deborah Crombie: Superintendent Duncan Kincaid and Sergeant Jemma James [on-again, off-again]. (Mourn Not Your Dead) Mercury Rating: Not Bad

Author Ann Granger: Meredith and Markby [girlfriend and boyfriend]; Meredith of the FO [Foreign Office], Markby [law enforcement]. (Murder Among Us) Mercury Rating: OK

All the above are good-spend-the-day-in-bed books. Today, the sky is gray, rain soaks the world,thunder is imminent. Nothing more satisfying than spending my time in bed, surrounded by favorite toys, waiting for food and drink to appear, and a very good [good, not bad, or even OK] mystery.

Mama agrees. She suggests that my next two entries review the Grande Dames of British mystery [such as Tey, Sayres, Christie & Marsh] and the Lone Inspector type [no tiresome emphasis on human coupling--just a good mystery] of which Mama is especially fond.

So please stop by again soon for the lists, descriptions & awards of the prestigious Mercury Rating evalution.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Mysterious Mercury, Cozy




Sometimes I like to read in bed. I've illustrated that activity with pictures, of Me in Bed and [a long shot of] My Loft.

Reading in bed is usually an excuse for selecting less demanding mysteries [see 2 previous entries]. But plots, characters and the writing skills of the authors must still be held to a high standard. Below I review three authors' works that fall into a rather strange, twee sub-genre: the British Cozy.

I've identified 3 types of British Cozies [No one's quite sure what actually counts as a British Cozy, itself a sub-set of the Cozy style. Essentially "Cozy" appears to be a recently coined marketing term.]

The 3 types are identified by their Mercury Rating: excellent, good & all-too-arch & rather sickening. Below examples of each type are described.

Excellent: The Agatha Raisin series by M.C. Beaton. Here is the first sentence of Agatha Raisin and the Witch of Wykhadden:

"There is nothing more depressing for a middle-aged lovelorn woman with bald patches on her head than to find herself in an English seaside resort out of season."

What more can I say? With titles like Agatha Raisin and the Quiche of Death, Agatha Raisin and the Murderous Marriage, Agatha Raisin and the Wellspring of Death, the series, set in the Cotswolds, is a jolly romp through the life of its heroine and her unlikely group of quirky friends. Note that M.C. Beaton also pens the Hamish MacBeth series situated in the Scottish Highlands. [Hamish is Lochdoub's town bobby whose penchant for solving murders is only equalled by his joi de vivre & utter lack of ambition. Try Death of a Dustman.]

The most recent Agatha Raisin: Love, Lies and Liquor: an Agatha Raisin mystery

Good: The Dorothy Martin series by Jeanne M. Dams, relates the tales of a widowed American expat living in Southern England. There she acquires a wonderful 17th century house and a husband and finds a whole lot of dead bodies each following one after another as surely as one novel in the series succeeds its predecessor. If you read Sins out of School, you'll find our heroine preparing a traditional [American] Thanksgiving feast and "discovering the body of a man whose death was really a blessing for his wife and daughter." Dorothy Martin is engaging and fun, but she doesn't have the charisma, vulnerability or raunchy charm that characterize Agatha Raisin.

All-too-arch: The Mrs. Malory series by Hazel Holt really isn't actually the worst of the worst. I've read several Mrs. Malorys and they pass the time. Mrs. Malory lives in Taviscombe, a British village. The series is not as bad as those with names like A Tea Room Mystery series, or stories [and titles] structured around scrap-booking, wedding planning, or soap operas. [For an example of arch-beyond-all-too-arch consider this title: Murder Most Frothy: a Coffee House mystery.]

But Mrs. Malory's life is so ordinary, so unutterably dull--other than her penchant for stumbling over cadavers--as to be a great cure for insomnia. If you read in bed to fall asleep, perhaps chose one of this series, for example Mrs. Malory and the Silent Killer.

I read in bed to heighten the lovely luxury of reading!

Please check back soon for another mystery books review & look for the highly prized Mercury Rating evaluation.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Mysterious Mercury and MacDonald




" 'My name is Archer, Lew Archer ... call me trouble, looking for a place to happen in ....' The place turns out to be Southern California, the trouble takes archer in search of a girl who jack-knifed too suddenly from high-diving to high-living and leads him on to an ex-fighter with an unexplained movie contract, a big-time gambler, the ghost of an eighteen-year-old girl whose murder was never solved, and finally to an answer he would rather not have known." [see The Barbarous Coast, cover illustration to left]





Meet Ross MacDonald, pen name for Kenneth Millar (1913-1983), M.A., University of Michigan--Ann Arbor. Although writing in the hard-boiled private eye tradition, MacDonald's protagonist, Lew Archer is a thoughtful inconoclast, a southern California native (like MacDonald), well-read and ready for exploring the seamier sides of the rich and powerful as well as the underclass--whose lives in any case are usually symbiotic.

Anthony Boucher of The New York Times Book Review wrote of one of MacDonald's early Archer novels that it was:

"....the most human and disturbing novel of the hard-boiled school in many years." He was more earthy in his direct praise to author Millar [sic]: "You can write like a son of a bitch...."

A personal favorite, The Galton Case, is MacDonald's most autobiographical work. As MacDonald found his voice, the mysteries began to explore intergenerational family sagas, with the setting always southern California, a locale that, in its MacDonald evocation, exists no more. As such the drama and romanticism of post-war California come alive, a lesson in recent social, cultural, ethnic relations and class history.

Bottom line, however, the Lew Archer novels have taught me that the mystery genre can be held to the highest literary standards while at the same time presenting an engrossing murder mystery.

To learn more about Ross MacDonald try this web site:


http://www.bastulli.com/Macdonald/Macdonald.htm


***Mercury Rating: First rate; all highly recommended***


Remember to check back during the next week as I continue to list and describe other mysteries, current and classic. Each will include the highly prized Mercury Rating evaluation.


Friday, October 20, 2006

Mysterious Mercury and Maigret






Reading is my hobby. Although as a dog I also enjoy chewing furniture, playing fetch-the-ball, gnawing on socks & shoes and other traditional past-times, I found that reading books is on a par with eating books.


And my favorite genre: detective stories, i.e. mysteries.


If I had to recommend a Favorite Author, I'd choose Georges Simenon, a prolific Belgian writer of "demi-novels" which include his world-famous Maigret series.





Above is a picture of Inspector Jules Maigret, that Paris fixture whose wisdom & compassion extends to the criminal class even while he remains committed to the rule of law. The quote below annotates the lot; read much more at this wonderful Maigret website http://www.trussel.com/f_maig.htm



"The Maigret stories are unlike any other detective stories — the crime and the details of unraveling it are often less central to our interest than Maigret's journey through the discovery of the cast of characters... towards an understanding of man. Simenon said he was obsessed with a search for the "naked man" — man without his cultural protective coloration, and he followed his quest as much in the Maigrets as in his "hard" novels."

Paris is Maigret's city. Although his origins were rural (see Maigret Goes Home), he lives and breathes the city, familiar with all the nooks and alley ways, with the crooks, the wealthy & politicos alike. Maigret's First Case [not the first published] recounts the story of a young, new-to-city life and recently married Maigret who unmasks the secrets of a wealthy, powerful family. My personal pick: Maigret and the Tavern by the Seine. The plot concerns a formerly unreported murder which a condemned prisoner boasts of witnessing; Maigret will solve this 4-year old crime. Miagret explores the world of petit-bourgeouis young marrieds, their often numbing work and home lives, their play times (Maigret inadvertantly participates in a mock wedding), their escapes from each other (Maigret befriends James who allows himself 1 hour a day after work to drink Pernod and more Pernod at the Taverne Royale). And perhaps the sweetest Maigret novel: Madame Maigret's Own Case.


In all there are 75 Maigret novels, 28 short stories and each a master piece of elegant simplicity and an intriguing mystery in which the bad guy is caught and the reader participates with Maigret/Simenon in exploring the vaguaries of human nature.


***Mercury Rating: First Rate: all highly recommended***


Remember to check back during the next week as I continue to list and describe other mysteries, current and classic. Each will include the highly prized Mercury Rating evaluation.