Strange Pictures (2022/2025) by Uketsu (translated by Jim Rion)

Like many of this blog’s readers, I’d never heard of the masked Japanese horror YouTuber Uketsu until Ho-Ling posted a review of his debut book, Strange Houses. Uketsu turned out to be a popular guy, with multiple videos ranging from horror stories to humor. One would think that such a figure would never make it to the US except through dedicated fans subtitling his videos, but translator Jim Rion and the good people at Puskin Vertigo proved that cynicism wrong with a translation of Uketsu’s second book, Strange Pictures.

There’s a lot of crossover between the horror and mystery genres. Both involve digging into a shadowy past in order to uncover some sort of tragedy or event that continues to impact the present day. This element was at its strongest during the Victorian era, which often starred paranormal detectives like Carnacki the Ghost Finder or John Silence who used logic to deduce the truth behind explicitly supernatural events. And there are plenty of mystery authors, like John Dickson Carr, who mix horror elements into mystery fiction, either through seemingly supernatural events or through dark truths or disturbing solutions that reveal human cruelty. I’ve been interested in these types of mystery/horror stories, so I was looking forward to reading this one.

After a brief intro, Strange Pictures is divided into four stories, each revolving around hand-drawn pictures. The first, “The Old Woman’s Prayer,” looks at a couple of college students and their investigation into a seemingly innocuous blog, “Oh No, Not Raku!” The blog appears to be nothing more than an artifact of an earlier period of the Internet, where personal blogs where people posted their daily routines were more common. But there’s years’ worth of deleted posts and a chilling final message:

“I am going to stop updating this blog today.

I’ve finally figured out the secret of those three drawings.

I can’t imagine the pain you must have been suffering.

Nor can I understand the depths of whatever sin you’ve committed.

I cannot forgive you. But even so, I will always love you.”

The three drawings in question were done by the blogger’s wife, Yuki, showing a baby, a woman looking at the viewer, and an old woman at prayer. The two students puzzle over the meaning before arriving at the truth. This was a solid little horror story, the exact kind of online horror that I enjoy. While the final truth isn’t something that any reader can figure out (unless they’re willing cut up the book), it’s very unsettling when the full message is revealed. We also see some of that smart mix of horror and deduction during the first conversation between our detectives, where one of them shows how some off-hand blog posts point to something concealed and retroactively horrifying. This is a very effective story.

The next, “The Smudge Room,” is my favorite story of the book. The narratives shifts to Naomi, a single mother running the rat race to try and provide for her son, Yuta. One day, she goes to pick him up at daycare when she’s shown a drawing he made for a Mother’s Day project: a picture of him and his mother outside of their apartment building…with a gray smudge over his and his mother’s apartment. This is unsettling enough, but after a close encounter with a stalker and Yuta’s disappearance from the apartment, the picture takes on a whole new meaning.

This one was very good. Uketsu weaves an unsettling mystery while dropping interesting tidbits to hook the reader. (Why does Naomi not want to contact the police?) Once again, the deductions made from the picture are really good, and a reader who’s willing to pay close attention, and to think like a child, has a chance at at least guessing the truth. To be honest, I’d say that this story isn’t fairly clued, but it is fairly foreshadowed, as all parts of the solution—both the real and the fake—are present in the narrative before the reveal. The result is an oddly heartwarming story…before a sudden act of violence reminds us that there’s more going on here.

“The Art Teacher’s Final Drawing” is the most mystery-focused—with alibis, timelines and everything—and yet my least favorite of the narratives here. The story revolves around art teacher Yoshiharu Mirua, who’s found brutally beaten to death at the final rest station on a mountain. Not only did the killer savage him with a viciousness that could only come from pure hatred, but they also stole some of his camping equipment. The final bizarre aspect of the case is a crude drawing of the mountain view, unbefitting a skilled artist. The police fail to solve the crime, so a young man who Miura helped sets out to solve the crime himself.

As I said, this is the most mystery-focused of the stories, and Uketsu does his part to make this as painless as possible for the reader, with multiple illustrations of key points and timelines of the crime. They crowd out the text, but they do their job of making the crime easy to follow. The main trick the killer uses is brilliant and really fits the horror tone of the rest of the work. The final sequence is genuinely chilling as we see how deep a mess our protagonist has found himself in. But the main draw of the story, the picture, doesn’t work for me. The initial deductions the protagonist makes about the picture are smart and well-observed. But the final reveal…look, at the end of this story, we have two dying messages, and both hinge on the police making very specific leaps of logic, both are created by people who are suffering from a brutal and violent attack. I didn’t buy them at all.

The final story wraps up the narrative, filling in missing details and revealing the doomed and corrosive love at the heart of this book. Some of the reveals are quite good, some feel like one twist too many. And yet, I liked this book. I picked it up wanting a horror/mystery mix and got exactly what I asked for. Uketsu expertly blends the disturbing subject matter with the mystery content, using the investigation to lead us, hand-in-hand, to the truth…letting go when the reality of what’s happened hits us.

I can think of no better complement to pay to author and translator alike than to say I intend to check out Strange Houses in the future. Recommended. 

Other Reviews: The Library at Borley Rectory, Beneath the Stains of Time, Puzzles, Riddles, and Murders, Stephen M. Pierce, Pretty Sinister Books, The Invisible Event (contains minor spoilers).

Trouble Brewing (2012) by Dolores Gordon-Smith

A few months ago, I checked out Off the Record, one of Dolores Gordon-Smith’s mysteries, starring Jack Haldean, an Army major turned mystery writer. While it could have used some more cluing, I was on the whole very impressed with the book. It was a genuine effort at emulating the best of the Golden Age of Detection, with a clever and twisty plot. I was looking forward to checking out the next book in the series.

Trouble Brewing opens with Haldean summoned to the home of Harold Rushton Hunt, the owner of Hunt Coffee. Hunt wants Haldean to track down his great-nephew, Mark Helston, who vanished months ago before a meeting. The police foolishly, in Mr. Hunt’s view, think that his great-nephew was involved in something shady, and he wants Haldean to track him down or, if he’s met with foul play, clear his name. Haldean takes the case and quickly learns that Mark has a lot of money circling around him. Helston’s grandmother was a rich woman who left him quite a lot in her will. After his disappearance, she changed it to create a trust for when he returned. There’s more than enough money to justify murder, but no one knew she had that much to give in the first place, and if he was killed over the money, where’s his body?

It's not long before Haldean finds a body: a rotting corpse in an abandoned house with a knife stuck in it. But it’s not Mark Haldean’s…

This book is hard to summarize. Gordon-Smith throws the reader into the deep end from page one and never lets up. There’s a constant circle of ideas and theories as none of the theories seem to make any sense, and there are baffling questions no matter where you look. Beyond the fact that no one benefits from Mark’s disappearance, as opposed to his death, there are other odd bits. Did the killer intend for the body in the house to not be identified? If so, why did they make no effort to disfigure the corpse? They had no way of knowing that it would go undiscovered for months. Why does Hunt’s son, Fredrick, insist that Mark was racist against a Brazilian plantation manager for the company when everyone else says that he wasn’t? As I’ve gotten older, I’ve become more attracted to mysteries where these seemingly simple questions drive the plot.

Sadly, not all of these questions get interesting answers. Some of them get good answers, but I felt that more could have been done with them. To its credit, the book stays in motion. I felt that it would have been easy to get bogged down in characters talking about the crime and not much else happening, but Gordon-Smith keeps things moving at a nice pace. Like in Record, she has a good feel for when readers will start to turn a critical eye towards other characters and is ready to address those theories when they come up. There’s always something happening, some new breakthrough, some new line of inquiry, including another genuinely shocking murder.

In the end, however, there are no clues at all.* Haldean’s summary at the end is more “this is the only explanation that makes sense of this,” which, true, but I would have liked a little more pointing to it. It’s frustrating, because overall I liked the solution. The final summing up is clever and involved, but there’s not much evidence for any of it. The main example of this is Mark’s fate. I thought it was decently clever, but there’s nothing pointing to it until Haldean has his revelation. It stands out because I think Gordon-Smith could have seeded hints to it throughout the book without drawing attention to it. I also felt that the author exonerated a few too many suspects over the course of the book. In fairness, this is intentional; she makes the culprit clear before the final summation, but the killer feels obvious before they’re meant to be exposed.

And yet, in spite of all of that, I enjoyed this book. I think the trick is that the mystery is genuinely meaty. There’s plenty of interesting directions and theories, and some honest detective work done. The explanation is genuinely very involved. This may not be a Christie or a Carr, but it’s also not a disposable piece of fluff you can just skim over. Which I think sets this apart from lesser mystery novels.

So Gordon-Smith is now put together with Lee Goldberg and his Monk spin-off novels: Genuinely well-written and solid mysteries that don’t match up the Golden Age, but are still written for serious mystery fans who want something substantial from their reading. In spite of my issues, this is Recommended. But be aware that I think some of you won’t get on with it like I did. 

*EDIT: Okay, I double-checked the solution after posting this and there are a few clues, so mea culpa on that one. The clues are more about "what did the killer did" and not "who the killer is."

Full Dark House (2003) by Christopher Fowler

In the early 2010s, some of the mystery blogs I followed started rumbling about an author named Christopher Fowler. Here, they promised, was a modern-day author whose work featured great detectives, clever, twisted plotting, and impossible crimes. I was intrigued, but it took me many years to finally try the first book of his Peculiar Crimes Unit series, Full Dark House. I read it, and…didn’t really care for it. I saw some of what others loved, but the book was disappointing to me as a mystery. Fast-forward some more years, and I decided to take the book with me on a trip, just to flip through again. Now I found myself drawn in by Fowler’s writing, and I decided that I’d been a bit too harsh on the mystery, now that I had a better understanding of what Fowler was doing. Fast-forward to today, and I’ve decided that it’s time to really commit to reading the adventures of John May and Arthur Bryant, those noble octogenarians of the Peculiar Crimes Unit.

Christopher Fowler was primarily a movie marketing guy and horror author. (His website claims that he came up with the famous Alien tagline: “In space, no one can hear you scream.”) I don’t quite know when he started to turn towards mystery fiction, but some of his early works do feature elements of the police procedural. But Fowler didn’t make the jump to writing full-blown mystery fiction himself until this book. Even though this was, for many readers, the first appearance of Bryant and May, the two had featured in other books before this point, such as the occult thriller Rune and the pseudo-zombie novel Soho Black. They were never leads and their characterization would shift for the PCU series, but Fowler clearly saw potential in them. Full Dark House then, can be read a soft reboot for the characters.*

But “soft” in Fowler’s world doesn’t mean what you think it does, as the book opens with an explosion at PCU headquarters, destroying the building and killing Arthur Bryant off before he and the readers have a chance to meet. Fowler does a good job of making his presence felt even so, with multiple characters reflecting on his eccentricities, his ability to destroy any technology he encountered, his willingness to think very outside the box (witches and spiritualists on speed dial), and his genius. John May sets out to investigate which of the many culprits the duo put away blew up the building and quickly realizes that the crime has its roots in the first case the duo investigated together: a series of murders at the Palace Theatre during the Blitz.

You see, the word “peculiar” in the name of the Peculiar Crimes Unit refers to “particular,” and the unit is supposed to investigate crimes that are too sensitive to be discussed publicly, or that involve government officials. Instead, "the name is attracting some very odd cases," such as a vampire running around. Luckily, the Palace Theatre has both controversy and sheer oddness in spades. The theatre is hosting a performance of Jacques Offenbach’s Orphée aux enfers, Orpheus in the Underworld. The play promises to be controversial but is also turning into a propaganda statement of British resilience during the Blitz. So it can’t afford to have someone picking off the performers.

A dancer has her feet torn off by an elevator, and then they’re thrown into a chestnut stand. Then one of the stars is impaled by a prop globe. The son of another performer is hacked up during a rehearsal. All of this mayhem seems to be the work of a phantom who can go where he pleases in the theater at will. Not that it’s hard for anyone to lurk among the dim, poorly understood, and prop and passage-filled corridors of the theater. Our heroes have a hard time making progress and it does hurt the book’s pacing. There’s a lot of treading water with no real theories until about two-thirds through. And while Fowler has some sharp and witty character observations, the suspects don’t stand out very much, tending to drift out of focus after their introduction with only a few exceptions.

But the book is uplifted by Fowler’s writing, which does an amazing job at capturing the madness of the Blitz, the devastation wrought by the bombs combined with resignation at their monotony. Fowler’s London is a mad place, and Bryant and May are almost willing to write the whole thing off as just another symptom of the war. The present-day parts aren’t as strong, but like I said, Fowler does a good job capturing the characters and their reactions to Bryant’s death, especially May’s. You do get a good sense of the long and bloody history these two men have shared and May’s grief at that being cut short.

After reading this book, I do stand by my first impression that the false solution is a little more interesting than the true. Not better, just more interesting. It fits the heightened tone a little better. But I do think the true solution has its strengths. The cluing, in fairness, is a little thin on the ground. I think that Fowler does something interesting in that he meta-clues the solution. What I mean by this is that he doesn’t really directly hint at X, but seeds X into the narrative enough so that it’s close to the forefront of the reader’s mind, giving them a fair shot at seeing what he’s getting at or at least not being totally blindsided at the end. The explanation for the present-day bombing isn’t as strong, but I still enjoyed the resolution and thought Fowler set it up well.

It's worth noting that there are a few locked room mysteries in this book, although none of them are really the main focus. The second death occurs when no one was in a position to sabotage the prop, the phantom appears in a locked bathroom before vanishing from the roof, and one of the dancers vanishes from her locked apartment. None of these have really amazing solutions (in fact I don’t think Fowler ever explains the bathroom trick, though you can make inferences), and you shouldn’t read the book for them.

No, you should read this book because it’s an interesting and quirky little book. Fowler eagerly buried the reader in historical detail, gives a vivid picture of a London at war, and presents a good if flawed mystery to chew over. Perhaps I’m being a little over-generous, but I do think this is a firm Recommended, and I’m looking forward to seeing how the later books improve.

*Although, according to Fowler, this was unintentional, as the book was meant as a standalone. 

Other Reviews: Abstracts and Chronicles.

Trent's Last Case (1913) by E. C. Bentley

Before we start, I have an announcement: I have completed a blog archive under “The Library” tab above, so it’ll be easier for you to find specific posts. I’ve also added tabs and fixed images on old posts.

All quotes not from the book are taken from Bentley's Those Days. Image is taken from the Mystery Writers of America-New York Chapter.

Even though I love mystery fiction, there are a lot of famous authors I haven’t read much, if any of, and a bunch of famous works that I haven’t touched. One of those was Trent’s Last Case. Oh, I knew about it. I knew that it was written by novelist Edmund Clerihew Bentley--inventor of the comic verse form the clerihew--as a lighthearted jab at the then burgeoning genre of mystery fiction. I knew that it codified the faliable detective and the idea of “the false solution, then the true” that later authors like Ellery Queen would make much of. But I’d never actually read the book. Now, if you look at the title of this post, you can tell that I have, at long last, read it.

Trent’s Last Case (aka, The Woman in Black) opens with the death of Sigsbee Manderson, the great Wall Street financier, who could make the business world quake in terror. He is found outside his home, a bullet in his eye, unusual scratches and bruising on his wrists. The death sends shockwaves through the business world but barely impacts the average man: “the world lost nothing worth a single tear.” Manderson was a man of great brilliance but little human feeling, but he didn’t inspire obvious resentment among his wife, secretary, and servants. Who might have hated him enough to ambush him in the middle of night?

The case is brought to Philip Trent, an artist and the special correspondent for the Record. He has already distinguished himself in the "Illkley mystery." Now, the reader might be confused at how we ended up at his last case already, but the Manderson death will challenge the great man. Who was Manderson meeting at midnight? Who drank extra from the decanter? Why did no one in the house, including the restless butler, hear the shot that killed him? Why was Manderson almost fully dressed, but missing his dental plate?

Trent must also deal with his attraction to Manderson’s wife, "the woman in black" and the niece of a friend. This romance is about what you would expect from the time period; very melodramatic and over-the-top. But there's a point to it. Bentley is presenting a more realistic detective, "recognisable as a human being, and...not quite so much the 'heavy' sleuth." One can't imagine Sherlock or Dr. Thornedyke being distracted by a woman's beauty. That's not to say Trent just spends his investigation waxing lyrical. He crawls all over the estate, measuring shoes, finding guns, and even indulging in some primitive fingerprinting. All of which leads him directly to the culprit…or does it?

Trent’s Last Case is "not so much a detective story so much as an exposure of detective stories." To Trent's credit, his explanation is sound and logical and answers some of the major questions of the affair. But in the end, he misses the key points and ultimately points the finger at the wrong person. "Why not show up the Holmesian method?" Bentley asked. But that doesn't meant that he skipped out on writing a solid mystery. The major parts are clued or at least can be reasonably guessed at, especially for modern readers who are more familiar with the tricks of the trade.* The final explanation isn’t, but that’s the point. Bentley jabs the ribs of the great detective by noting that not everything can be deduced with pure logic, and that random chance and “the blasted cussedness of things in general” (thank you John Dickson Carr) can derail any carefully laid plan…and any efforts to work it out. Just as Upton Sinclair aimed at the public’s heart and hit them in the stomach, Bentley aimed at the reader’s funny bone to point out how silly this all was ("Detective-story fans...do not want to be told that the detective hero has made an ass of himself.") and smacked them in the brain. Many future authors would read this and take what was meant as a decisive jab at the genre and focus on the fallible detective, the multiple solutions…and mix in some clever cluing to spice it up.

I enjoyed this book overall. Reading the rather flowery and dramatic narration makes one have more respect for the Christies of the world for taking the old melodrama and forcing it into a more grounded mold. But this is still a short and worthy read. And besides, it’s public domain, so it’s free to boot! Casual mystery fans might not need to rush out and read it, but anyone interested in the history of the genre should check it out. I'm glad I read it. Recommended.

*I did not figure it out. 

Other Reviews: Playing Detective, crossexaminingcrime, Mrs. K. Investigates, The Grandest Game in the World (and another review/analysis of the book and its impact from the same blogger.)

Murder on the Blackboard (1932) by Stuart Palmer

A couple of months ago, I read Stuart Palmer’s debut novel, The Penguin Pool Murder, which introduced the world to Miss Hildegard Withers, teacher at Jefferson School and a battle-ax who stubbornly forces herself into murder investigations. While I had my issues with the book, I enjoyed it enough to set out to read the rest of the series. I intended to read it in order, and so downloaded Murder on the Blackboard…only to find that it was the third book in the series. More fool me. That aside, I sat down to enjoy a book that, as the title implies, brings murder very close to home for Miss Withers.

The book opens with Miss Withers sitting in on detention for one of her students, who made tactless comments about Anise Halloran, the sweet young music teacher, and her relationship with the school principal. Miss Withers hears the teacher’s heels clacking into the cloakroom before unsteadily heading out. When she goes to the cloakroom to see if Miss Halloran is alright, she finds the woman lying dead on the couch, her head caved in.

This is only the beginning of one of the worst days of Miss Withers’s life. When she returns to the school with NYPD Inspector Oscar Piper in tow, the body has vanished. Piper knows better than to doubt Miss Withers, but his search is cut short when the murderer bashes him over the head, leaving the investigation in the hands of Inspector Taylor. "She had little respect for the intelligence of the police when Oscar Piper was in charge of a case, and none at all now that he lay on the operating table in the emergency ward at Bellevue.” A feeling vindicated when Taylor latches onto the school’s drunken fool of a janitor, Mr. Anderson, as his prime suspect.

This is a surprisingly gritty book! We have critical comments on the use of the third-degree by the police, and the discovery of the victim’s body, while not dwelled on, is disturbing and treated as such by the characters. Miss Withers is on the defensive for much of the early chapters and it’s not until later that she’s able to really get a grasp on the case. The set-up is good. The idea of setting a murder at a school is an interesting one, and Palmer gives us a nice, multi-chapter section where Withers explores the school, looking for clues and a murderer. Palmer also throws multiple interesting questions at the reader. Why does the secretary have a gun loaded with two blanks? Why has Miss Halloran been acting sickly over the past few weeks? What is the meaning of the sequence of musical notes she scrawled on the blackboard? There’s even a minor locked room mystery thrown into the mix, as the janitor makes a surprise appearance in the school basement even after it’s been gone over with “a fine-toothed comb.” Twice! It’s a neat little problem. I enjoy these little locked rooms Palmer’s given the reader in the two books I’ve read.

Like Penguin Pool, even if you hit on the killer early, it’s still satisfying to see Withers piece everything together. There are some good clues throughout the book, and it’s always fun to see an author lay the groundwork for what the killer did without the reader noticing. And Palmer gets credit for subverting a common mystery plot point. But I don’t think Palmer quite sticks the landing here. Part of the problem is the characters. Palmer implies a lot of suspects—the various teachers at the school—but in practice we only focus on a handful of them, meaning the reader can probably hit on the killer through pure chance. There are also a couple of minor dangling loose ends, and the whole sequence with Professor Pfaffle, a criminologist, goes nowhere beyond letting Palmer take shots at psychology. And some of those questions I wrote earlier don’t get satisfying answers. The biggest example is the motive. “Why would someone kill the harmless music teacher?” is a question underlying the investigation, and when we get to the explanation, Miss Withers implies it’s important…and then just glosses over it. It makes for a slightly dull ending to an otherwise hard-hitting novel.

But you know what? I enjoyed this book anyway. I think it shows a more confident Palmer, with a more complex mystery for the reader to unravel. Miss Withers is on fine form too, high-handedly bulldozing her way through the investigation. All in all, I’d put this book about on the same level as Penguin Pool. I’m looking forward to seeing Palmer improve himself more. Recommended. (Although right on the borderline here.) 

Other Reviews: Ah Sweet Mystery! (contains other Miss Withers reviews), The Book Decoder, In Search of the Classic Mystery Novel, CrossExaminingCrime, Bitter Tea and Mystery, Tipping My Fedora.

"The Violent End of Duncan Malveine" (2020) by nicked

And now, time for something completely different.

Outside of mystery fiction, my other big obsession is the Thief franchise. The first game, Thief: The Dark Project came out in 1998 and, along with Metal Gear Solid, played a key role in inventing the “stealth game.” (Although I know about its predecessors, such as Castle Wolfenstein.) The series revolves around Garrett, who used to be a student of a group of a secretive scholars called “the Keepers” before leaving the organization. Now he uses his training to work as a freelance thief operating in an unnamed city. Garrett would like to just steal enough loot to pay the bills and be left alone, but the Protagonist Curse means he inevitably gets sucked into saving the city, if not the world. But for all its influence, the franchise has had a very short shelf life: the original trilogy of games, a tepidly-received reboot/sequel in 2014, and now a VR game set after the 2014 game.

The franchise has retained its power thanks to a very active fan mission community. Ever since 1999’s “Gathering at the Bar,” there have been hundreds of missions placing Garrett in everything from basic Thief missions set in sparkling mansions to sprawling cities to horror to comedy. While there are less missions nowadays than there used to be, the community is still going strong. December 2023 saw the release of The Black Parade, a full campaign easily on par with, or even surpassing, the original games. With such a wide variety, it should come as no surprise that some creators have turned their hands to mystery.

One of the most prolific creators in this field is Nick “nicked” Dablin, who’s made almost two dozen fan missions since 2006. Most of nicked’s missions are high-quality missions that provide twists on the normal Thief format. “The Violent End of Duncan Malveine,” a fan mission for Thief's sequel, The Metal Age, is his most “technically ambitious.”

A journal in Garrett’s apartment sets the scene. Garrett has been eyeing Lord Malveine’s Star of Séraphine, “the world’s largest diamond,” but before he can make a move, Lord Malveine is murdered, meaning it’s likely that the diamond will pass to one of his children. Garrett is about to abandon the job when he’s introduced to an anonymous figure who asks him to track down Lord Malveine’s murderer. This person doesn’t care what Garrett steals, so long as he points to Lord Maleveine’s killer by leaving their portrait light on in the gallery. So Garrett gears up to infiltrate the manor.

Of course, not too many people are weeping over the dead man. There’s his wife, Elizabeth. Or his younger son Leon, a Pagan who resents his father’s conversion to the hyper-technological Mechanists. A conversion that’s also offended his eldest daughter and a priest staying at the estate. Or what about his older son, Raymond? He’s “a sadist with a mean streak” who’s determined to get into a vault built by Duncan’s father Gregor. Not to mention his wife, Lucy, a gambler with a temper. And that’s not counting the family doctor, lawyer, various other guests, and the servants. Which of them is the murderer?

Well, it could be any of them.

The mission’s gimmick is that it’s semi-randomized. I don’t mean in the Clue sense, where everything about the solution is random, but there are nine different choices of killer, each with their own method of committing the crime. The player will spend the mission sneaking through the manor, alternating between stealing loot and digging through the diaries and letters of the guests, figuring out who has an alibi, who has motive, who had the weapon, etc. The first time through, you’ll take extensive notes, desperately seeing who could and could not have committed the crime, you’ll angst over the autopsy report, and you’ll wonder if you have the right person right up until the ending.

Your later playthroughs will be much simpler. Part of this is just what happens when you replay something, but the fact is that the scenarios are too simple for the hardcore mystery fan. Once you know how the mission works, it becomes easy to check what you need to check and ignore everything else, even taking the randomization into account. In fact, the randomization kind of cuts against the mission. It gives the mission some replay value, but I think it would have been better off with two or three in-depth mysteries, with red herrings and double bluffs, then the current set-up with nine pretty basic scenarios. But I’m approaching this as a mystery fan, rather than as a Thief fan mission player. As a Thief fan, nicked does a great job here. Most people don’t think “Thief” and then “mystery,” so it was neat to see how nicked managed to emulate solving a mystery in a game engine not really suited for it.

And the thing is, this would be a very good mystery. You have maps, and the mansion is huge. There are plenty of suspects, with secrets ranging from the mundane to the disturbing. The gameplay mechanics—such as the security cameras you can turn off, but if you flip too many off they’ll all come back on—could be linchpins of a mystery plot. The best is the horror undertones. Nicked’s missions often feature horror, but the horror here got under my skin because you can actually completely miss it if you don’t explore thoroughly. It gives the mission an unsettling undertone if you don’t pick up on the dark thread weaving through it. There are cards and diary pages hidden throughout the manor, and every time you pick one up, there’s the sound of sliding metal from somewhere deep within the estate. “I don’t believe in curses,” Raymond brags, but the player will. It’s like if John Dickson Carr was inspired more by Lovecraft than by Poe. There are more jump scares involved than I would have liked, but most of the horror comes from the atmosphere and build-up.

So while I don’t know if this will be of any interest to this blog’s normal readers, I had a great time with this mission. It’s a solid Thief mission that any fan of the games should check out. Those who aren’t can safely pass on it, or just watch a Let’s Play. Even so, Recommended.

You can check out the mission (and nicked’s other work) here.

Towards Zero (1944) by Agatha Christie

I was inspired to read this book when I saw the commercials for the BBC adaptation. Look at when that came out. Now look at when I released this review. Clearly, a lot happened between then and now, but everything led towards this…

Towards Zero is one of Christie’s Superintendent Battle novels, and a very well-known one at that. It was interesting to compare this to my previous review of an Ellery Queen novel. The Queen novel technically has a stronger hook. Two characters enter the strange world of The Hamlet, meet the eccentric great detective, and we immediately go into an eye-catching murder. Christie’s book opens with lawyers and their hangers-on discussing a case, and yet while the Queen book is a little slow, Christie essentially rams a hook down the reader’s throat from the jump.

One of the attendees at the meeting is Richard Treves. Treves reflects that most mystery novels “begin in the wrong place. They begin with the murder. But the murder is the end. The story begins long before that—years before sometimes—with all the causes and events that bring certain people to a certain place at a certain time on a certain day…All converging towards a given spot…And then, when the time comes—over the top! Zero Hour.” A philosophy that Christie follows here, as the next portion of the book shows the reader snapshots of different events, from an attempts suicide to Superintendent Battle’s daughter being accused of theft.

But the main focus is a triangle. Nevile Strange is a professional tennis player who’s recently divorced his wife Audrey for another woman, Kay. Still, Nevile feels bad about the whole thing and his guilt has led to him hitting on a terrible great idea: He and Kay will visit his mother-in-law at her home in September while Audrey is there. He’s very insistent that this was his idea, but Kay is skeptical. Also skeptical is said very traditional mother-in-law, Lady Tressilian, who dislikes the concept of divorce and isn’t fond of Kay anyway. Also going to be there in September is Mary Aldin, Lady Tressilian’s caretaker who comes into money if the old lady dies. Also present is Thomas Royde, a distant cousin of Audrey who still carries a torch for her and Ted Latimer, a dancer who carries a torch for Kay. Not to mention Mr. Treves himself.

This is already a trainwreck in the making…but the reader knows that it’s going to get worse. For one of the snippets we get is of a person plotting, “a clear, carefully detailed project for murder.” And the date of this plan’s climax? “A date in September.”

Towards Zero is one of Christie’s best works. She throws a lot of characters at the reader, and it’s a testament to her skill that they quickly sharpen and stay in the reader’s mind. There’s ghost-like Audrey, drifting through the house, seemingly inscrutable. There’s Kay, who beneath all her garishness truly cares about Nevile and, having schemed to get him in the first place, thinks she recognizes what Audrey is doing. Nevile himself is key to the narrative. While most readers will be appalled at his decisions, they are understandable. This is a man who has never suffered a serious setback in his life, and the idea that he’s willingly built a time bomb to sit on never seems to occur to him. The other characters are well-drawn as well. Of note is Ted. Normally, Christie’s angry young men tend to get eye-rolling pity at best, but here Christie gives a sharp scene with Mary where she recognizes his frustration and anger with all the snobs he’s surrounded by and offers him genuine sympathy. It’s a good scene and speaks to the depth Christie gives her cast. The only part that rings false is a last-second romance. You can kinda justify it if you tilt your head and squint a bit, but it still comes out of nowhere. And I don't like the language used to describe marriage.

I’ve been deliberately leaving out details about the murder, because I want to leave as much as a surprise for the reader if possible. While reading this book, I thought about Peter Lovesey’s The False Inspector Dew, another book with the same formula of having the murder occur halfway through with the first half of the novel being build-up. While I thought that Lovesey’s ended up being a pretty simple mystery, Christie manages to construct a much more dense and complex mystery from her page count. The reader is struck by a series of odd details about the crime—Why did the killer drug the maid, for instance—and the plot takes a number of twists and turns, subverting the reader’s expectations and sending them off asking new questions. I think that Christie could have highlighted some bits of evidence more—and it should go without saying, but some of those opening scenes have important clues—but she gives you most of the important bits and gives you plenty of time to chew over what they mean. And to fail to understand them, of course. I had been spoiled on this book before reading it, so it amused me to see how smoothly Christie introduced a series of red herrings designed to confuse the reader who thought they were a step ahead of the Queen.

Obviously, I had a blast with this book. Excellent characters interacting in a solid mystery. Highly Recommended. 

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