If you’ve read any of my previous LitStaff Picks, you know that I am an avid mystery reader. So when asked what book I would like to read again for the first time, I knew that it would have to involve as murder. Having cut my teeth on Agatha Christie and Ngaio Marsh I figured out early on how to spot red herrings, when to dismiss the obvious character and when to keep him on the list. What can I tell you, some people like crossword puzzles, I like mysteries.
Back in 1983 I was considerably younger and felt certain that I was ready to tackle Umberto Ecco’s The Name of the Rose. Hmm, well let’s just say that I got close. In fact I was almost there and I’m certain that had I been given a few more clues, I would have nailed it. But I was young and foolish and clearly not ready. Now, twenty-nine years later and having plowed through dozens of Martha Grimes, Caleb Carr and George Pelicanos, I’m sure that if I went back today and read it again for the first time, I’d be able to figure it out.