Comments on: The Ghost Plane Mystery

by: Rod

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 18:37:37 +0000

Annie,
shouldn’t have said anything - you could have meant Ngaio Marsh
Cheers
Rod

by: Annie Flinn

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 16:59:57 +0000

@Rod,
As I was falling asleep last night, I suddenly realized that I said said Dame Edith instead of Dame Agatha. Sheeesshh.
Annie

by: Annie Flinn

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 19:10:50 +0000

@Rod–Great summative article on the origins of detective fiction. You added to my knowledge, and I am truly grateful. I have a tribute shelf dedicated to Sherlock, and, of course, to Dame Edith. I have a meersham pipe, and magnifiying glass there, but still need to get the deerstalker hat (though we know that is an added “legend’). I am eager to see the new Sherlock film that will debut in December, though I will reserve judgment. Still like the Brett versions, and have watched the entire series many times over (the are a prized part of my DVD collection).

Sorry, Miles, we hijacked your posting.

Annie

by: Melissa

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 13:19:04 +0000

Great story, Miles. Beautifully written and I love the accompanying photo. There is so much we don’t know.

N9781R

by: Rod

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 08:10:04 +0000

Annie
ah ! Dupin !

http://www.classiccrimefiction.com/historydf.htm

Best
Rod

by: miles

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 22:41:00 +0000

Annie,
Some great contributions, thanks for giving the post some much needed kudos

Miles

by: Annie Flinn

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:28:34 +0000

Rod,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more.”

Along another vein of your interests, I used to teach Poe as one of the initial detective story writers with his “Murders in the Rue Morgue.” I loved the atmospherics of his writing, and, especially loved reading them aloud.

Annie

by: Rod

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 19:13:00 +0000

Annie,
one of my favourite poems/verse.
I’ll take liberties with the recollection but . . .

On a midnight dark and dreary while I pondered,weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
Whilest I nodded nearly napping suddenly there came a tapping . . .

by: Annie Flinn

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 17:10:35 +0000

Miles, et al.
No airplane sounds here at the moment (though the fire fighting aircraft and helicopters use a local airfield), nor humming, nor bells, but there is the beating heart sound coming from under the floor. To be honest, Edgar Allen Poe and his “Tell-tale Heart” jumped into my head as soon as I read this. Great reading for around Halloween. I used to frighten the bejeepers out of my students with his short stories.

Annie

by: miles

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 09:32:34 +0000

Anne,
Thanks, I cheated and Laura caught me out

Miles