Fave Five: Queer Historical Mystery Series
Harlem Renaissance Mysteries by Nekesa Afia (1920s)
The Nightingale Mysteries by Katharine Schellman (1920s)
The Simon Sampson Mysteries by David C. Dawson (1930s)
Pentecost and Parker by Stephen Spotswood (1940s)
Evander Mills by Lev A.C. Rosen (1950s)
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There is just a small part of me that thinks it would be really funny if they killed off Vivian Nightingale and it's all a set up for one of the many possible timelines that Edgar Allan Poe's Murder Mystery Dinner takes place in. I'm not actually predicting this, and I think Vivian is iconic, but just imagine if that's the reason the Vivian Nightingale Memorial Ball in Edgar Allan Poe's existed. It's all clearly an interconnected web. 100%.
Just a half-awake thought that has been getting at me all day. There are literally so many other reasons it can be called the Vivian Nightingale Memorial Ball, but tired me enters conspiracy mode so.
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Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs,
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
-- Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats
Sir Arthur Ernest Streeton (1867–1943) - What thou amongst the leaves hast never known; A bush idyll, 1896, oil on wood
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The Nightingale Affair by Tim Mason | Historical Fiction Mystery Book Review
Title: The Nightingale Affair
Author: Tim Mason
Publisher: Algonquin Books
Published Date: May 9th, 2023
Genre: Historical Fiction, Mystery, Crime Fiction
Source: Library
Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ .5
Goodreads Summary:
Who is stalking Florence Nightingale and her nurses? Is it the legendary Beast of the Crimea, or someone closer to home? In 1855, Britain and France are fighting to keep the Russians…
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#ARCReview #EnolaHolmesandtheMarkoftheMongoose #EnolaHolmes #NancySpringer #WednesdayBooks #netgalley #bookreview #sherlockholmes
#EnolaHolmes is back for another adventure, and this time she teams up with brother #Sherlock to help find a man bitten by a rabid dog. #Enolaholmesandthemarkofthemongoose #nancyspringer #ARCReview #bookreview #Netgalley #wednesdaybooks #YAmystery
In May of 1890, Enola Holmes is finally fully on her own and, no longer hiding from her older brothers Sherlock and Mycroft, attending classes and occasionally pursuing her chosen profession as a scientific perditorian, a finder of lost things and people.
Wolcott Balestier, the representative of an American book publisher, arrived in London on a singular mission – to contract with English…
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In Plan Sight
Jason didn't know what he expected when he woke up but it wasn't this.
that was a small dark-haired girl that looked to be about 4 years old sitting on his couch. Jason has a vague memory of her being there last night but he was very tired and assumed it was one of the street kids that he lets crash in the safe house sometimes.
Jason slowly walks up to her trying to get into her line of sight so he doesn't spook her. she looks up at him with green eyes he feels like he recognizes but can't quite place.
“you need to help me find my mom,” the young girl says with a conviction that you don't usually find on four-year-old's voice.
“Did you get lost or are you in danger” Jason wants the kid to have just got lost.
“Mom said to run and to go to vigilantes in Gotham and they take me to my dad. I don't care about my dad, I want my mom.” so dangerous it was than. Jason really hopes the mom is alive
“Do you know anything about your dad” Jason questioned.
“Mom says he's nice and smart and that he would love me if he got to know me but he also is a little bit stupid sometimes so don't hold that against him.” The girls stumbled over some words like she was trying to remember what her mother said.
Jason suddenly remembers he does not know her name. “What's your name kid.”
“ Eleanor Danielle Nightingale,” the kids sounded so excited to be able to say their full name.
Honestly Jason was expecting the kid to say a nickname but having her full name is probably better.
“How about I make you some breakfast? Have you been sitting on the couch all night?” Jason said as he looked over the couch. There was a smaller bag that was probably full of her stuff on the side of the couch closest to the window.
“I took a nap,” Eleanor says in her tone making it seem like she thought it was obvious. “and I want pancakes.”
“ Well lucky for you I have just the stuff “Jason turns around and heads to the kitchen to start making the pancakes.
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Jason got Eleanor set up into his guest room.
Jason looked her up while she was in the bathroom after breakfast. He didn't find anything other than a birth certificate with her full name under a Dahlia Nightingale.
Dahlia Nightingale is even more of a mystery; her age was about 17 when she gave birth with a look similar to her kid which is unsurprising but any history is entirely unknown. All Jason is getting from this file is what her allergies are and her blood type.
Eleanor or Ellie as she insisted on being called has only been to about two doctors appointments both having to do with getting her shots. no information on this mysterious father and absolutely nothing on Dahlia Nightingale. The family is very obviously hiding which means there's a higher chance of her mom being dead. Jason hopes at least one family member is alive at lest to take care of the kid.
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For she could see, as the old Moon rolled away, that held within its long, long arms was the new Moon that would come to be in its place. It wasn't easy to see the new Moon; it was a pale, ghostly shadow. But it was like a promise. And the Woman knew that the promise had been made to her: for she and the Moon were alike.
"Now I know the Moon's secret," she said to herself, though what she knew she could never say in words.
John Crowley, “The Nightingale Sings at Night”
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