ita, thing is, there's a ridiculous preponderance of cat-oriented mystery novels out there. The genre literally has its own sub-genre featuring cats; hell, if I do this Boston thing, I'll be doing it with Clea Simon, and her first mystery is called "Mew is for Murder".

there's a ridiculous preponderance of cat-oriented mystery novels out there

I know ... I was just riffing on a strange (and a bit annoying) repetitiveness the lady shows.

What about books with small dogs and books without small dogs. We know where Crusie would go.

Actually, Bet Me kind of threw me for a loop when it had a cat instead of a dog.

Actually, Bet Me kind of threw me for a loop when it had a cat instead of a dog.

There was one with a large dog that surprised me too. Such a rhythm.

I have actually heard some of the, like, Grafton books, called "softboiled" before, because they are a bit between...I think it might apply to Grafton, much as I like her. She mostly hints at the Sex and the Violence.Paretsky, imo, should sit at the same table with Hammett and Chandler. She goes after corruption and Holocaust gold scams...stuff like that. I admire her big canvas. I don't know how I missed Muller, except maybe I liked my mysteries softer then.

At least Crusie's small dogs aren't the major part of the story. I had to stop reading what's her name with the pub titles, after a couple in a row that all had the same small child and mysterious beautiful woman bewitching Jury.

I had to stop reading what's her name with the pub titles, after a couple in a row that all had the same small child and mysterious beautiful woman bewitching Jury.

Martha Grimes! Yes, there's always a cute kid in difficult circumstances somewhere who remind Jury of himself as an orphaned child, and there's generally a feisty elderly person. It got to the point where I just read them for Melrose Plant and Jury's actress neighbor. Not a good thing when the supporting cast is more interesting than the star.

I loved Grimes for the first few, and then she got repetitive and damned annoying.

The first one, though, had one of my alltime favourite lines in a mystery novel: Melrose Plant being offered a Sobranie and answering, no, thank you, I don't smoke crayons.

wrod. Who is that? I'm over her anyway, though. But now I look at mysteries as Before Hard Revolution and After though, because that one rocked my world so deep. I might pull out the "t-word" if Susan doesn't hit me over the head with it, because I thought it transcended something.ETA: And of course, the hivemind finds the name.

Melrose Plant being offered a Sobranie and answering, no, thank you, I don't smoke crayons.

By the madly flaming antiques dealer, yes. I miss the mystery writer who was having the somewhat relationship with Plant. Everyone's relationship dysfunctions got boring, too, though. Which is why I don't like soap operas. I just want to yell "Grow up, all damned ready!"