"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Percolation

The original first printing of A. A. Milne’s only foray into the Mystery genre was written and published in 1922. I found one on-line, but…..cost prohibitive for me, so, halfheartedly, I settled for a reprint dated 2009, which is scheduled to arrive on Tuesday.

The Red House Mystery sets the stage with secret passages, uninvited guests, a sinister valet and a puzzling murder. A classic crime caper.

But more than the story itself, I love the way Milne writes:

Chapter 1
Mrs. Stevens is Frightened


In the drowsy heat of the summer afternoon the Red House was taking its siesta. There was a lazy murmur of bees in the flower-borders, a gentle cooing of pigeons in the tops of the elms. From distant lawns came the whir of a mowing-machine, …….





Alan Alexander Milne (1882 - 1956)
wrote many plays but is best known for writing Winnie the Pooh.













Alan Alexander ('A.A.') Milne by Howard Coster, 1926
© National Portrait Gallery, London

Paperback edition

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