Marple: The Case of the Caretaker

An interesting frame to this one, as Miss Marple is recovering from a bout of the flu and to help her recovery her doctor gives her the manuscript of a mystery story that he’s written. Only it’s really more of a true crime story as the only thing he’s done is changed the names. It’s up to Miss Marple to solve it, which she does handily the next time he comes to visit.

It’s a throwaway of a mystery. Miss Marple twigs to what’s going on because the playboy has married a rich heiress who is not his type. That’s putting a lot of weight on a pretty flimsy “clue.” Still, the story was a quick read and I enjoyed the way it was presented. Points also for making me look up what a “dower house” is, using “acidulated” to describe a gossipy spinster, and informing me that a “catapult” is a British slingshot.

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Simpsons Comics Colossal Compendium: Volume Two

Simpsons Comics Colossal Compendium: Volume Two

This is more like it. I was a little underwhelmed by the Simpsons Comics Colossal Compendium Volume One, though this was mainly because I judge the writing in these Simpsons comics to a high standard. I know the Simpsons universe well, at least from its earlier years, and I’ve been impressed at how the stories in the comics are still so fresh and funny decades into the franchise now.

There are some good storylines here, including a number of superhero spin-offs. There’s a Bartman story where he meets a supposed Bartman of the future (one guess as to who that is!), another where all three of the Simpsons kids are superheroes (Stretch Dude, Clobber Girl, and Bouncing Battle Baby), a blast from the past courtesy of Comic Book Guy and issue #100 of Radioactive Man, and an adventure where Homer becomes a sort of accidental costumed crimefighter as a way of losing weight.

The best story though is “No Cause for Alarm,” a comic written and illustrated by the legendary Sergio Aragonés. This follows a series of mishaps that arise when Homer gets lazy with the alarm at the nuclear power station. It’s the kind of gag humour Aragonés does well, and the story has a lot of the chaotic crowd scenes he’s famous for, made all the better for the fact that Springfield is so full of easily identifiable characters you can enjoy these pages for a while as you try to locate where your favourite citizens are hiding.

If there’s any negative comment I’d make it’s the inclusion of a couple of short Itchy & Scratchy vignettes. I’ve never understood why they kept with these. Basically they’re an ultraviolent version of Tom & Jerry, with the cat (Scratchy) always being dismembered or destroyed by the sadistic mouse Itchy. I don’t find these comics offensive or shocking, but I don’t think they’re funny either. And they always play out the same, with no twists or surprise endings (unlike Mad’s Spy vs. Spy, for example), so they’re not very interesting in that respect either. But since these only amount to a few pages of filler it’s not a big deal.

Finally, the papercraft Springfield landmark is of Moe’s Tavern.

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The long read

Just a note to let you know that after an eight-month hiatus I’m back posting book reviews at Goodreports.net. This was my first website, launched in 1998 (!) and I’ve operated it continually ever since. Seeing as I post a lot of reviews here, and I’m doing less reviewing in general, Goodreports hasn’t been as active in recent years. But I’ll try to keep things going with weekly updates. Most of the books are non-fiction, with a lot of current events and political matters being discussed. I kick things off with a quick look at Nouriel Roubini’s MegaThreats. Depressing stuff!

What does that even mean? Part V

This is a crosswalk. I don’t know what the traffic rules and regulations are where you live, but around here these broad white stripes mean it’s a crosswalk. And that means vehicles stop for pedestrians.

But according to the sign this isn’t a crosswalk. It’s like any other stretch of road, where pedestrians yield to vehicles.

Except it’s painted as a crosswalk.

Of course, this particular bit of signage is on campus, which is a place with its own rules and regulations. So I guess anything goes.

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Malignant Man

Malignant Man

It’s likely the main initial selling point for Malignant Man is that, as the back cover tells us, it was “written by Saw director James Wan.” But even this needs some unpacking.

In the first place, on the title page inside James Wan is credited with “Created and story by.” The comic itself was “Written by” Michael Alan Nelson. This put me in mind of the way the BRZRKR comics were credited as co-written by Keanu Reeves. I expressed some doubt as to how much writing Reeves actually did on those comics, but since (to be fair, after getting off to a decent start) they were terrible, and his co-writer Matt Kindt was a capable hand, it’s possible he was at least somewhat involved.

The other thing to note is that Wan did go on to produce and direct a 2021 horror film with the title Malignant, but that movie has nothing at all to do with this comic (which came out in 2011). There was apparently a deal in place to make a movie out of Malignant Man, with Wan originally slated to direct, but it never got off the ground. At least I’ve never heard of it.

On to this comic. Our hero is one Alan Gates, a fellow who has been diagnosed as dying of brain cancer. But don’t worry, he’s not going to turn into the Jigsaw Killer. Instead, after being shot in the head by some punk who he tries to stop from stealing a woman’s purse, he’s taken in for surgery where the doctors find out that his brain tumour is actually an alien parasite called a malignant that gives him super powers.

Just as an aside, I think that’s supposed to be him on the cover, but that person doesn’t look anything like the guy in the comic. Which seems like the kind of thing someone should have flagged.

Unfortunately for Alan, there are other malignants out there. Actually there are two secret societies of them, one good and the other bad. The bad ones, who look like the Agent Smith clones from The Matrix, start sending hit squads after Alan. Along with a malignant buddy named Sarah Alan kills them all, utilizing his glowing malignant blade and prosthetic shotgun.

I didn’t think there was anything special or very new about this idea, and for a short run of four comics they tried to put too much mythology into the mix. For example, we never do figure out what the malignants are up to. Maybe if the series had gone on some of that would have been explained, but this seems to have been the end of the line.

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Holmes: The Reigate Squires

Or “The Adventure of the Reigate Squire.” Or (in the U.S.) “The Reigate Puzzle.” Apparently American audiences might not have been familiar with the concept of a squire, or resented its anti-democratic bias. But “puzzle” isn’t bad because this is a classic puzzle mystery.

Holmes is the sort of detective who is a bloodhound for material facts. He is observant not so much of behaviour as of clothes and the marks on them, or things seen while crawling around on the ground with a magnifying glass. As readers we aren’t always privy to these clues, but we’re likely to be ahead of Holmes when it comes to identifying the villain here because he (the villain) is such an obvious heel. One wonders if Holmes even notices things like “a rather malicious smile” though, absorbed as he is by footprints, powder burns, and the handwriting on a torn piece of paper. Motive rarely enters into the discussion in the Holmes oeuvre, as it’s usually just pecuniary gain. And so character doesn’t go any deeper than that. The Holmes mysteries are primarily grounded in the presentation and examination of things. Notes. Locks of hair. Balls of string. Traces of tobacco.

The main clue here, and one that is freely shared, takes the form of a torn piece of paper with a bit of handwriting on it. A facsimile of this is presented, and I suppose some readers may have been struck by the spacing of the words and so come to draw the same inferences as Holmes does. It also may be true that a family resemblance can be traced through handwriting. But the reproduction of the letter wouldn’t allow me to draw those kind of conclusions. I couldn’t even make out the Greek e’s. And the idea that “one can place a man in his true decade” of age based on his writing is a stretch. My own writing has changed, for the worse, as I’ve gotten older, but it hasn’t broken down by decades. And my handwriting can vary quite a bit even now, usually based on how big a rush I’m in.

Watson is particularly obtuse to Holmes’s game, but that doesn’t matter. A couple of pratfalls is all Holmes needs to gather the required evidence, and these have been prepared for in the intro, where we learn that he’s recovering from a nervous breakdown after his previous case. Our Holmes is a highly-strung character, or bipolar to give a modern diagnosis. Unfortunately for the squires, a visit to the country is just what the doctor ordered.

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About this item

So I was just looking online for a new winter coat. As some of you may remember, I had a bit of trouble with this a few years back. Anyway, I was browsing through the discount offerings at the Wal-Mart and came across this product description that I first thought might be AI slop. Then I decided AI couldn’t be this bad. No, somebody, somewhere figured that this was the best way to sell a coat.

I resisted adding this particular item to my cart, as impressed as I was that it was made of “materials” and was guaranteed to make me look not just handsome but more handsome. I don’t know if the world could handle that.

Velvet Volume 2: The Secret Lives of Dead Men

Velvet Volume 2: The Secret Lives of Dead Men

I’m happy I stuck with this series. I thought Before the Living End was generic and uninteresting spy stuff, but The Secret Lives of Dead Men drew me in. It’s still terribly generic, but I found myself genuinely curious as to what the game behind the game was and who was being played. Even though the answer to that latter question seems to be everyone.

So sexy superspy Velvet Templeton, clad in her skin-tight prototype stealth suit (bullet proof, and with wings for gliding off of tall buildings) is running around Europe with stolen passports trying to find out who framed her for the murder of secret agent X-14. Apparently it all goes back to some shit that was going down in the 1950s (the story is set in 1973) and Velvet’s husband, codenamed Mockingbird.

Don’t think you’re going to get any answers here! Just a lot more questions. But I enjoyed all of it, and was even glued to long stretches of dialogue that take place between two people sitting in a bar or together on a train. You know these conversations are games as well, but it’s fun to watch Velvet playing them as she follows the bread crumbs to whatever final twist Ed Brubaker has up his sleeve.

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