Nigel Strangeway's is back in another with another oddly worldy english detective novel.
Some wonderfully colourful characters set in a golden era of crime detection.
A great different take on a crime procedurals. ( )

wherein he meets Georgia Cavendish - oooh la la ( )

This is an amusing, colourful, slightly quirky, solve-the-puzzle novel that dresses itself rather self-deprecatingly in all the trappings of a Golden Age Mystery: a death at a country house at Christmas, the puzzle of a dead body in a building with only a single set of footprints leading to it and none leading away, an eccentric but insightful detective and a set of larger than life guests drawn from across, and sometimes slightly beyond, the range of socially acceptable dinner companions.

From the beginning it sets a peer to peer relationship with the reader, the implied contract being that 'We're all educated chaps here. I know you'll follow my often humorous classical references and parodies of verse, that you'll forgive any necessary indelicacies and that, like me, you'll focus on the finer points of the puzzle in front us'.

And it is an intriguing little puzzle that the author let me figure out just in time to feel smug and not so early as to feel bored.

The mechanics of the killings and the methods of the investigation are both displayed with a deft economy of mental effort, leaving plenty of headspace for the reader to breathe in the atmosphere of the time and savour the array of flamboyant people presented as suspects and or victims.

Published in 1936, the book takes for granted that the middle-aged men in its pages will have had their personalities formed by their experiences in The War. It makes allowances for a wide boy who runs a 'roadhouse' (think brothel, not Patrick Swayze) because he was a Brass Hat in the RAF. It builds in both a respect for rank and class and awareness that that respect is a little frayed around the edges. It offers a beautiful woman who no one is particularly shocked to find is a professional mistress and another, less good-looking but much more engaging woman, who sets off across the deserts of North Africa in search of a lost Oasis. It visits an Ireland that is not yet a Republic but has it War of Independence and its Civil War behind it and is different enough from England for our English detective to feel himself very much the foreigner there. Best of all, perhaps it offers is Fergus O'Brien, World War I RAF Ace turned wealthy adventurer. He's an Irish Airman who foresees his own death, invites Nigel Strangeways to come and investigate it and then leaves him a copy of Yeats' 'The Tower' in his bedroom (alongside the latest Dorothy Sayers) in case he missed the reference.

Although quickly drawn, these were fun people to meet. Combining them with a puzzle that seemed most like a kaleidoscope with clues frequently shifting to form new patterns and you get a book that is far from dull and which also never quite takes itself seriously.
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Thou Shell of Death by Nicholas Blake is the second Nigel Strangeways Mystery and in this outing the author relies on many of the conventions of the Golden Age of Mysteries including a Christmas House Party where all the guest are suspect and anonymous threatening letters that predict the host of the party will be killed on the day after Christmas. Strangeways has come to the party in order to oversee the safety of the owner, Fergus O’Brien, a famous World War I fighter pilot. When the guests wake up on December 26, sure enough, their host is found dead.

Although an amateur detective, Strangeways is connected to the Assistant Commissioner of Police which appears to give him access to all aspects of the case and in fact, the local police treated him almost as a superior and included him in all their discussions. This was an interesting murder mystery with plenty of twists and red herrings along the way. The entire 18 page last chapter was given over to Nigel’s conclusions as to the who, what, when where and whys of the case.

Well written and intelligent even though it relied upon a certain amount of coincidences, I look forward to reading more mysteries from Nicholas Blake, whose real name is Cecil Day Lewis, who at one time was the United Kingdom’s Poet Laureate. ( )

It took me a while but I eventually figured the solution out (mostly) before Nigel Strangeways gave his final explanation :) In truth, for quite a long time I had been convinced that Fergus O'Brien was a German agent and that was why Georgia had to kill him even though she loved him. Then I thought it was because he was dying and somehow it was a mercy killing... . Having read some of the later books in the series, it was fun to see how Nigel & Georgia met. ( )

A classic mystery. Begins with a "no footprints in the snow" situation and gets better from there, with a series of twists only the most jaded reader will fully anticipate. It is also absorbing. elegantly written, makes excellent use of [b:The Revenger's Tragedy|295771|The Revenger's Tragedy|Thomas Middleton|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1173479501s/295771.jpg|286997], and has greater depth of characterization and feeling than one expects from a mystery of this vintage. Gives [a:Dorothy L. Sayers|8734|Dorothy L. Sayers|http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1206564934p2/8734.jpg] a run for her money. ( )

Really a superior detective novel. A classic in form: house party, limited characters, a snowstorm, odd clues and even odder characters; this book is a delight and a huge improvement on the first in the Strangeways series.

Strangeways, (isn't that a great name?) a private detective, has been contacted by Fergus O'Brien, a famous aviator and WW I hero. He's having a Christmas holiday gathering of old friends and enemies, and feels threatened by letters he's received indicating his imminent death.

Obviously, Strangeways can't prevent O'Brien's death, which is presented in the time-honored "locked room" manner. Several possible plots are teased out, with Our Hero providing the correct solution at the very end. A minor love story doesn't hamper the book at all.

Recommended for all lovers of Golden Age mysteries. ( )

Fergus O'Brien a reclusive ex flying ace,receives a series of letters containing death threats. He invites Nigel Strangeways (our series detective)together with a number of others he suspects of being the sender of these letters to a Christmas party.
Despite the presents of Strangeways, O'Brien is found shot dead,in a 'locked room' type situation. The official police are quickly on the scene,but of course it is Strangeways who finally solves the case.
The twists and turns in the tale did become somewhat too obscure in the middle of the book. I did however feel that the final solution and the unmasking of the killer was extremely clever and certainly unguessed by me. ( )

Cerebral, witty, twists and turns...whoa didn't see that one coming. Can't wait to read more Blake. ( )

I'm not a big fan of mysteries where the puzzle is really complex and not much else is going on. This is one of those. I found the beginning very slow, but the solution was interesting in the end. ( )

My friend Nancy has been reading some Nicholas Blake and after reading her review, I decided to see what my library has of his books. I found an anthology with three books: Thou Shell of Death, The Beast Must Die, and The Corpse in the Snowman.

The first one, Thou Shell of Death, features regular Blake sleuth and private investigator Nigel Strangeways. A famous aviator has been receiving death threats and wants a detective on hand to try to catch the killer during a Christmas dinner party. But come the 26th, Nigel finds the aviator dead in a shed, with only a single set of footprints leading to the building. Suicide? Or murder?

Blake throws in plenty of clues and red herrings, giving the reader a fair chance to figure it out, but I have to admit I got it wrong until last quarter of the book, and even then, there were several twists I didn't anticipate. Overall, a very fun read that has me looking forward to other two books in this collection. ( )