I admit it, I do have a favorite Allingham (Hide My Eyes), but with Edmund Crispin, it's more a case of when I'm not near the book I love, I love the book I'm near. (A very bright gold star to the first reader to ID that somewhat fractured lyric!). I mean, I love them all. The following teasers, then, range across the entire Gervase Fen oeuvre: 1. Whose destiny is it to save the world from Martian attack? 2. With the Nazis vanquished, what opera may the Oxford singers at last perform again? 3. In which book is the...

[dropcap]A[/dropcap]ll writers have particular areas of inspiration, themes that inspire them to reach, reach, for their own particular levels of genius. For John Irving, for example, it used to be wife-swapping and wrestlers. Our own Sarah Rayne has a thing for haunted buildings. Edmund Crispin was drawn, like a moth to a flame, to really strange domestic animals. And the clergy. He created some of mystery fiction’s most fabulously weird religious people, and they are on deliriously goofy parade in today’s deeply discounted Felony: Holy Disorders. Get it while it’s hot! Add to Stack