I have been a reader of Martin Edwards’ excellent blog,
Do You Write Under Your Own Name?, for quite some time. I can’t
recall when I started to read it, but it was one of the first blogs to make it
onto my blogroll. His blog is literally one of the very best mystery blogs on
the Internet; he shows great admiration and respect for masters of the form,
both past and present, such as Agatha Christie, John Dickson Carr, or Peter
Lovesey. But much to my shame, I had not read any of Martin’s books. The shame
was only compounded when a fellow blogger, PuzzleDoctor, began to review
Martin’s books on his own excellent blog. The praise was consistent and
recommendations were handed out as freely as Hallowe’en candy. I finally
visited my Amazon shopping cart and added
All
the Lonely People to my digital cart, purchasing it for my Kindle.
Why
All the Lonely
People? Well,
the
Doc’s praise was of the very highest calibre: “this is one of the best
mystery novels that I’ve read in ages” he declared. And you could tell that he
meant every word of it. So I eagerly began to read, hoping that I would see the
same things in this book.
