Have to wonder about myself
sometimes . . .
I am supposedly this peaceful
person . . . right down to those
times I marched against the
Viet Nam war in college. I even
participated in one of the bra-
burnings.
Then, why the hell do I so enjoy
murder mysteries, both of the
book and the movie varieties?!
I'll confess, I cannot do those
more horrific, i.e. Stephen King.
But, give me Columbo and/or
Midsomer Murders and we're on!
It comes to me that it's not the
murders themselves that woo
me, but rather the intrigue and
manner of the who done it itself.
At least I have to give myself
credit for never having planned
one myself. That would be too
torrid by half.
At this late in the day, guess I'll
just have to accept myself as I
am. Good thing too as I'm diving
into England's Inspector Alleyn
today.
Hey, does it count that I only like
fictitious murders and not the real
ones?!
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