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Tuesday, 12 February 2008

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My mother introduced me to Allingham when I was about 13 -- I loved her then and have always loved her since. And I agree with you and Rob that she is a better writer than Marsh, though I do enjoy Marsh as well.

Yes, couldn't agree more. I find Allingham's books really evocative in a way that Marsh's aren't. They do seem more grounded than many golden-age yarns- the portrait of London in Tiger in the Smoke is as good as any 20th century account. Also it's a nice touch to have a Watson who isn't in awe of his Holmes.

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  • Too often, when a man of Monty Godkin's mental powers is plunged in thought, nothing happens at all. The machinery just whirs for a while, and that is the end of it. (P G Wodehouse, Heavy Weather)
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