I am invariably curious about the title when I encounter someone reading a book. The time is passing when I can surreptitiously find it out for myself since I am running into more and more electronic readers. Today I encountered a young man who was reading his textbook on his phone while he was waiting for awhile. That seemed like a efficient use of time. Have you seen the ad for the Kindle? It's on the back of some magazines and it is very tantalizing because it shows this opening line:
“Though I had often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.”How many of you saw the ad and had to Google the words to find out the title of the book like I did? That is the power of a title. There have been many books I chose on the strength of the title alone. Most of those times, I am amply rewarded; very occasionally the title is the best part of the book.
One of my best choices was Smilla’s Sense of Snow by Peter Høeg. In Copenhagen one day during a cold December Smilla Jaspersen was on her way home. She comes upon the scene of the death of her young neighbor and friend, six-year-old Isaiah. Like herself, this young boy is of mixed heritage, a combination of Dane and Greenlander. Isaiah’s mother is an alcoholic who leaves Isaiah to fend for himself most of the time, so he has struck up some friendships in his apartment building and had become close to Smilla.
Smilla begins to get some intimations of the complexities involved when she finds out that a deep muscle biopsy was done on Isaiah’s thigh at autopsy and that Isaiah was being tracked by lawyers and other high-powered men. This seems to be related to the death of the boy’s father several years before during a northern exploration for a large company.
The mystery is: why was the death of one small boy so crucial to important people whose tentacles reach back into Greenland’s exploration of the past 60 years? Smilla faces death every day in order to figure this out. When she succeeds, she has to think about what her role will then be.
This book is suspenseful and beautifully written, poetic, musical and arousing the emotions of anger, despair and fatalistic resignation. It is a book with passages to underline after you collect yourself when you turn the last page, then double-check to be sure it is the last one.
How could I not be intrigued by this next title? Did he store secret things in it? No, but it was much better than I imagined.
Now Inspector Anders has been sent from the ministry in Rome to a southern city (unnamed in the book) because a few months earlier, the Ministry’s agent, Investigating Magistrate Fabri, and his two bodyguards were blown to pieces while sitting in a piazza café. Fabri was sent to investigate the assassination of Judge de Angelis, who was presiding over a case of local corruption that involved many powerful locals.
These recent deaths of public figures in the city have been ascribed to anarchists. This is the story that the powers that be have agreed upon. Anders is well aware that most, if not all, of the groups of anarchists that terrorized Italy at one time were either disbanded or deep underground. He knows that the real people involved in these crimes are involved with a different criminal society, one that has been the power behind the scenes for decades in southern cities. The governing factor that keeps the criminals in charge of the city is fear.
I was drawn to the title The Man Who Liked Slow Tomatoes, by K. C. Constantine, because I grew up in an area where all vegetables came from elsewhere and the only ones I felt were fit to eat were small, green and came in a can that said Le Sueur on the front. The idea that tomatoes had speed fascinated me.
In All My Sad Dreaming, by John Caulfield, doesn’t sound like a murder mystery; it sounds like a book of poetry. But it succeeds in its way as both. The tourist brochures show Cape Town in the summer, when the sky is a radiant blue. They do not show the city in the grey winter. They never show the Cape of Storms.
|Cape Town, South Africa|
The victim is a wealthy lawyer who was once a member of a rock band of four young men who had moderate success years before but who had gone on to other endeavors and had not seen much of each other. There was an attempted reunion the year before, but it was stopped in its tracks when one of the men died in a freak skydiving accident. The most suspicious circumstance in the dead lawyer’s life centers on his young and beautiful Thai mail-order bride, who seemingly hates him and who has already one dead husband to her credit.
Somehow Blake can’t seem to get a grip on things. This case, his life. He tells himself that he seriously wants to escape this violent decaying country. But a part of him will always regard the city of dreams as his home. So on he goes, attempting to solve this murder. The story is filled with musical references that go back to the ‘70s, when the rock band was in its heyday. The prose itself is musical in many ways and there is a tone of foreboding overlying it all.
"'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms, on eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, in all my sad dreaming...."
—Peadar Kearney (Irish rebel song "Down By the Glenside")
All of the books in this Straley series have entertaining titles. The next is The Curious Eat Themselves and Cecil Younger is well worth getting to know.
There are several other books that leapt off the shelf into my hands when I was hooked by the title. If I'd Killed Him When I Met Him by Sharyn McCrumb is the eighth book in her Elizabeth MacPherson series and it tells the tale of women looking for revenge. Slow Dancing With The Angel of Death by Helen Chappell takes place on the eastern shore of Maryland and introduces Hollis Ball, who is visited by the ghost of her dead husband asking her to find his murderer. One of my all-time favorites is The Man Who Understood Cats by Michael Allen Dymmoch. This is also a debut novel which takes us to Chicago and a partnership between a police detective and a psychiatrist. I highly recommend this series although it is very hard to find. Lastly, in Mad Dog & Englishman, by author J. M. Hayes, a small-town Kansas sheriff named English and known as Englishman has to try and solve the town's first murder with the help of his half-brother Mad Dog.
Sometimes you can indeed judge a book by its cover.
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