I’ve gone and done it – I’ve gone and taken out a M C Beaton from the library. Normally I avoid these like a dark alleyway because they seem to be at the terribly twee end of crime; but people in the crime reading group seem to enjoy her, so I thought it was time I caught up with her work. People at the crime reading group often refer to her as ‘Mrs Beeton’, which means I think that they are confusing her with the Victorian cookery writer. Not that they can’t tell the difference between crime and cookery (though this series couldn’t:
but that there’s an echo in their minds which, whenever a writer named ‘Beaton’ is mentioned, activates the title ‘Mrs.’ I’m pretty sure that’s what’s going on. Still, a number of them seem to like her and to be honest I’m ready for something lighter after the dark stuff we’ve been reading. The Nicci French (‘she’ is actually a pair of writers, one male and one female, who alternate chapters) was quite disturbing, being about a pair of snatched children – and whilst there was some redemption for the child who was found in time, the child who had been assigned a whole other identity and brought up as someone else, can never come home again to the self she used to be.
I can’t think of anything worse than losing a child in that way – and Madeleine McCann is still missing. Here’s where you can support:
Sheesh! Now I’ve made myself very depressed. Let’s think of something cheerful – for as someone pointed out, in the midst of the most horrific line in all world literature, the inscription on the gate of hell in Dante’s Inferno, there is a ‘tra-la’:
per me si va tra la citta dolente…
So even in the darkest corner, as Dumbledore observed, there is something positive, if one only remembers to put on the light:
PS Mark’s quote of the day: ‘I am going through a mid-life opportunity’.