I am particularly happy with the fresh start the literary fall time season brings, as it means I can file "beach reads" under "I-don't-have-to-think-about-these-until-next-year" and sink my teeth into more heady ventures. After where to eat, the question people ask me the most is "what should I read?" Sometimes, it's nice being pegged as a librarian, so long as crazy cat lady and bad tweed outfits aren't mentioned in the same sentence.
So put down your breezy summer novel and let me talk to you about two great mystery series that may tickle your fancy for this fall season, complete with links to our library website where you can find them in accessible formats. Consider it the fall cleaning of your bookshelf, TJLT: Theresa's juiciest literary tidbits.
I once went through this Henry VIII obsession, where I desperately had to read everything about the guy. I pored over more 800 page non-fiction titles then I would care to admit, but it's equivalent to a 21st century soap opera. Lying? Check! Murder? Check! Sultry, lascivious romance? Check! Once I had the historical facts down, it was kind of nice to delve into fiction set in the time of Henry VIII that have all of the above and more. Who knew one person could get involved in so much underhandedness? These are mystery stories, and good ones at that. It's nice to see murders solved minus all that CSI nonsense we're all too caught up in. No black lights and sharply crafted montages here. And my favourite guy, Henry VIII always seems to be present.
I am going to say something highly controversial here: I have not read Stieg Larsson and, unless someone forces those books in my hand, I won't be reading them anytime soon. However, if you are a fan of Stieg and Scandanavia, I would give Indriðason a try. Perhaps it's the perpetual darkness and cold our northerly friends live in, but the Indriðason books have melancholy in spades. Darkness and discontent seem to be pervasive in all of the books in this series, especially in the character of Detective Erlendur, a loner who, throughout all of the books, seems to get stuck having to solve all the murders in Iceland. The setting makes for great mystery stories that aren't peppered necessarily by a lot of action, but more by a pervasive sense of unease, especially in a place where, as the author mentions repeatedly, not a lot actually happens. Those tend to be the creepiest places, right? Couple this mood with Erlendur's dark past and you get a great set of books to take you into the winter months.