Upstate NY had its first major, and unexpected, blizzard a day or so ago. We have had other reminders that winter is coming down the pike. The groundhog we've occasionally seen loitering in the back garden has put on an enormous amount of weight since our last issue and migrating birds have been stitching arrows across the sky this past week or three.
A couple of days ago we learnt that October l5th is National Grouch Day -- but can we really be surprised since it's the very day Orphan Scrivener routinely swoops crow-like to darken your email in-box? So read on and let the grouching commence!
MARY'S BIT or STAMPING OUT CRIME
When I was eleven I started to collect stamps, an endeavour accomplished by nabbing any envelopes which arrived as well as the wild spending of pocket money at a newsagent and tobacconist a couple of streets away. Its proprietor sold -- among numerous necessary items not falling into those particular categories, such a cough sweets, writing pads, and bootlaces -- little packets of foreign stamps.On one occasion, staring into the shop window at a set of triangular stamps from the Pacific (I seem to recall they were Tongan) I suddenly forgot how to pronounce foreign. I could hardly go in, put down a couple of pennies, and ask for stamps from countries that were abroad. On the other hand, hanging about the emporium door for ages trying to remember would run the risk of suspicious looks from the chap behind the counter. So in the end I plucked up courage, went in, and -- as will happen when a familiar phone number is temporarily forgotten but returns to us when we start dialing -- as soon as I began to make the request, the word came out correctly pronounced, albeit with a broader Geordie accent than the one I now possess.
In those days I didn't collect stamps with a particular topic, but if I ever take up the hobby again, my focus will be on matters mysterious, for I have discovered a fascinating website devoted to Detective Fiction On Stamps.
Its content covers philatelic images from about two dozen countries with the themes of mystery authors and their characters as well as actors who have portrayed the latter.
There's evidence of conflicting decisions on who gets the nod as one of the best-known sleuths. Nicaragua issued a set in l972 celebrating the 50th anniversary of Interpol, illustrated with their choices for The 12 Most Famous Fictional Detectives. In l996 Guernsey celebrated l00 Years of Cinema with a set depicting Five Classic Screen Detectives whereas Dominica's homage to the same event featured Ten Fictional Detectives.
The small screen is not forgotten either. To my delight, a
British set about classic TV series
features not only Inspector Morse and his scarlet buggy but
also a stamp honouring Rising Damp, one of my favourite
sitcoms. Most of us have rented from landlords like Rigsby!
Avengers fans may also like to check that page
Alas, it appears Tonga has not yet obliged with a stamp
honouring mysterious literature. I'd complain about it, but
that would be foreign to my nature.
Unfortunately I'm too old to do that without getting
arrested.
I can only recall fondly the distant days when it was a
thrill just to be out after dark. The crunch of desiccated
leaves under my feet, the skeletal trees leaning out over
the sidewalks, the way night transformed the familiar
neighborhood into a eerie, alien landscape full of secrets.
Oh heck...I'd never have gone out in the cold except for the
treats.
I hate the cold. That trick-or-treat bag used to get heavy
and my hand would turn numb hanging onto it. But when I got
back home, upended the bag over the table, and spilled out a
mountain of chocolate and candy corn, that made the misery
worthwhile.
Of course there were always apples. They fit in with the
season. My friends and I hated people giving out apples.
Apples were too heavy to cart around and anyway no one goes
out in the cold for fruit. Our parents were always nagging
us to eat fruit. Today fears about concealed razor blades
have pretty much put an end to Halloween apples. I doubt
kids are shedding any tears over that.
It was always the retired folks who had the bowl of apples
in the hallway by the door and they were the ones who always
insisted we come inside and perform for our treats. Back
where I grew up the Puritans had got their oar in and so it
was more like work-for-treats. We were required to sing a
song or tell a joke or recite a poem. Somehow we never had
the courage to explain things to these misguided adults.
"I'm afraid we've got a little misunderstanding here. The
way it works, see, is you hand over the treats or we come
back and soap your windows, or smash a pumpkin on your
porch."
We preferred householders who couldn't be bothered to get
into the spirit of Halloween. The ones who opened the door a
crack, tossed some money in our bags, and sent us on our
way. Money was what we preferred. A quarter would buy more
penny candy than most people would give out, not to mention
being lighter to carry. We couldn't help noticing the bigger
the house, the more likely we were to get money rather than
candy. Some years my friends' parents drove us to a nearby
upscale development. The people up on the hill put dollar
bills in our bags.
Ever notice how tall kids are today? I wonder, if I put on a
mask, and slouched...
We're now at the end of this latest newsletter and so will
be taking our leaves. However, after a gap of two months
we'll be back to spread misery among subscribers again when
our next Orphan Scrivener flaps in from the aether on
December l5th.
See you in then!
who invite you to visit their
home page, hanging out on the
virtual washing line at
There you'll discover the usual suspects, including more
personal essays, lists of author freebies and mystery-
related newsletters, Doom Cat (an interactive game written
by Eric), and a jigsaw featuring the handsome cover of Five
For Silver. There's also an Orphan Scrivener archive, so
don't say you weren't warned! Intrepid subscribers may also
wish to pop over to visit Eric's blog.
NECESSARY EVIL or THE BSP TICKER
This time around the ticker tells subscribers about a fellow
whose crimes were just not cricket as well as revealing hot
news from Greece.
FILING A STORY or UNRAFFLING A MYSTERY
Mystery*File is home to a huge
selection of articles about mysteries, reviews, author
interviews, checklists, and more. Since the last Orphan
Scrivener was issued, Mary's essay on A. J. Raffles, the
gentleman burglar and amateur cricketer created by E. W.
Hornung, has appeared on the M*F website. Want to read
biographies of Raffles and his hapless friend and partner in
crime Harry "Bunny" Manders? How was it Raffles was thought
to have died twice? Is it possible Raffles finally redeemed
himself after his life of crime? Bearing in mind there are
extensive spoilers, if you wish to find the answers to these
burning questions point your clicker at
Raffles.
TWOFER RETURNS or A BLAZE OF GLORY
And speaking of burning, the Greek edition of Two For Joy
has appeared under a title we recklessly -- and loosely --
translate as Byzantium Ablaze. Published by Govostis, its
cover features drawings of three personages from the Ravenna
mosaics. They are recognisable as the man we dubbed John,
his arch enemy Empress Theodora, and a third person whose
identity is uncertain though we have our suspicions, set
against scarlet flames flowering in the background. If you'd
like take a glance, pop over here to
Govostis.
Our thanks to Govostis for again bringing Ioannis back to
his own country!
ERIC'S BIT or WORKING FOR TREATS
In a couple of weeks it will be Halloween. Nothing beats
putting on a mask and prowling the streets at night.
AND FINALLY
This issue of Orphan Scrivener was written during an early
cold snap. As he indicated above, Eric does not care for
winter and vastly prefers the hot summer weather -- which
Mary particularly dislikes -- so we both agree with Carol
Bishop Hipps, who described October as the gap between the
miseries of the two aforementioned seasons.
Mary R and Eric
