#Lady Detective

[missfisherandjack]

Miss Fisher In The Episode “Death Comes Knocking”

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (2012-2015) ↳ 2x02 Death Comes Knocking

[obsidian-sphere]

Revelations of a Lady Detective. Originally published/produced in London, 1864.

[this-is-lit]

Where They Lie

by Joe Hart

The murder of an influencer’s family exposes the disturbing secrets behind the facade in a haunting novel of suspense by Joe Hart, Wall Street Journal bestselling author of Or Else.

Where They Lie by Joe Hart is a mystery thriller that follows Nora McTarvish, a CPS employee, as she embarks on an off-the-books investigation after a family tragedy since she was the last agent to check on the foster placements.

Nora is a captivating protagonist: a graduate of foster care herself, she is haunted by her past and uses work to cope instead of getting therapy, and isolates herself from those in her life who genuinely care for her. Anyone who works in an office will feel Nora’s pain as she navigates inept coworkers and a boss who plays favorites as she tries to use the system to help those whose cases she works. When tragedy strikes a family in her caseload in the form of a plane crash, something doesn’t pass the smell test, and Nora embarks on an unsanctioned investigation that will have readers turning pages and trying to put the pieces together as they play along at home. Hart drops enough hints that any seasoned mystery reader can follow and puzzle together, but it will not be too obvious to anyone who is just along for the ride.

This is book one in a series, and Hart nicely sets up the recurring characters while also creating a backdrop and premise that will have readers wondering what Nora will do in the next book.

[applefablegames]

Update on character designs:

Darian Belfry; the younger brother of Lady Naomi. He helps as the assistant and your driver around town. Sneak peak of a cat.. is it lost?

[norrawhite]

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[comicsart3]

“Have a little jiu-jitsu on me, boys!”

The wonderful Lady Luck makes a reappearance in this blog. Here she makes short work of dastardly criminals who had kidnapped a little girl and were effectively blackmailing her parents by holding the child until the reward being offered for her safe return grew to an astronomic amount. In common with many of the fighting gals of the 1940s Lady Luck (AKA socialite Brenda Banks)’s preferred method of unarmed combat was the Japanese martial art, jiu-jitsu, which is on fine display in the pages reproduced here.

Like a latter day Lone Ranger, Lady Luck subdues the crooks and leaves them tied up for the police to collect but still finds time to visit the reunited family and take a celebratory picture - surprising the cops who thought she had been killed along the way. Heartwarming stuff.

Source: comicbookplus

[bookmaven]

REVELATIONS OF A LADY DETECTIVE by William Stephens Hayward. (London: George Vickers, 1864)

‘Is a fictional female detective in Victorian Britain the mother of forensic linguistics?’ — Ripon Museums, 25 April 2022

William Stephens Hayward (1835-1870) was a prolific author of Victorian 'sensation' novels, historical novels and stories for boys' papers. His own life was not without scandal and he spent several years in a debtors' prison.

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[liveandbreathemusicals]

Gay people will be like “this is my comfort show!” And then show you the most emotionally devastating, stress-inducing, tragic piece of media you have ever witnessed

[carebeardean]

Charles whose dad smashed his cassette tape with a hammer learns to navigate the backpack cause, like, he needs to be useful, yeah?

and this way Charles has everything Edwin needs, and if Edwin gets sick of him he’ll just.. he doesn’t know what he’ll do.

but then Edwin gets the record player.

he suggests, tentatively, that Charles might play some of his “queen” if he liked. after all, if they are to haunt potential realtors away from their new office, they may as well entertain themselves.

so they take turns, switching out; edwin likes opera. he shows Charles how to waltz, chiding Charles to stop looking at his feet til they’re gliding, whirling around like they’re in the movies. Edwin’s smile is small and pleased and lovely. (Charles attempt to get Edwin to headbang along to queen results in a sort of awkward rhythmic nodding. Charles loves him so much he could die again.)

And, like. Edwin doesn’t like clutter. he doesn’t bother with the random tidbits ghosts give them for solving cases.

until now, apparently.

now he comes back from trading at the goblin market with little useless things—a cursed rubix cube, records from bands Charles mentioned years ago.

Charles is so busy trying to subtly read his book on Edwardian courting rituals (disguised by Nikos discreet manga covers) that he doesn’t realize what Edwin’s set down in front of him. he stares at Edwin’s spiky handwriting, the tidy numbered list.

“I thought, perhaps, that we might—start a new tradition.”

Charles blinks, eyes stinging. “Mate, did you.. make me a mixtape?”

“Crystal assisted me, and while she was absolutely insuffer—“ Edwin staggers, catching him with a surprised little noise.

“I love you so much,” Charles says, muffled into his throat. “You’re my favorite person. I love you so much it hurts, sometimes.”

“Yes,” Edwin says softly, hands curling around his waist. He takes Charles weight like it’s nothing. “I believe I know the feeling.”

[hellenhighwater]

Oh goddammit I just walked home, remembered that I actually drove to work for once, and now I've got to walk back and get my car.

These heels are getting some mileage today.

[demonahw]

The Shedunnit podcast is a joy anyway, but there is a (very) brief mention of Phryne Fisher on this one, which explores whether there were any real-life lady detectives in the 1920s and 1930s.

[missfisherandjack]

Miss Fisher In The Movie “Miss Fisher And The Crypt Of Tears”

Miss Fisher And The Crypt Of Tears (2020) ↳ dir. Tony Tilse

[oifaaa]

Look 99% of the time I am thinking of the dceased unkillables series that only exists in my head where its a fun campy zombie road trip and not whatever actually happened in that book bc I forgot

[this-is-lit]

Murphy’s Law

by Rhys Bowen

Molly Murphy always knew she'd end up in trouble, just as her mother predicted. So, when she commits murder in self-defense, she flees her cherished Ireland, under cover of a false identity, for the anonymous shores of late nineteenth-century America. But when a man is murdered on Ellis Island, a man Molly was seen arguing with, she becomes a prime suspect in the crime. Pounding the notorious streets of Hell's Kitchen and the Lower East Side, Molly undertakes a desperate mission to clear her name before her deadly past comes back to haunt her new future.

Murphy’s Law by Rhys Bowen is the story of Molly Murphy, an Irish immigrant on the run from the law, who finds herself out of the frying pan and into the fire when a man she quarreled with on the ship to America ends up dead.

This is book one in a series, and the reader can tell that Bowen meticulously researched the immigration experience and NYC life in the 1920s. However, the misery of boat travel in steerage and of being a foreigner in a foreign city with no job or residential prospects doesn’t quite fit the tone of plucky and independent woman detective. Molly is an outlier in a time where a lone, unmarried woman without a chaperone would be shunned. Instead, she comes and goes as she pleases, and any hint of scandal slides off her. To any reader who has read her “Royal Spyness” series, Murphy’s Law reads like a retread of its content—except instead of a down-and-out English aristocrat who stumbles into murder with her love interest, it’s a highly educated, lower-class Irish woman who stumbles into murder with her love interest. Whereas Georgiana’s naivete comes across as endearing and plausible, Molly’s lack of worldly intelligence at 23 comes across as a plot device to keep Molly stumbling into trouble.

Despite the inaugural book’s shortcomings, history buffs and lady detective connoisseurs will find Murphy’s Law engaging with a plot twist that will keep even an avid mystery reader guessing.

[applefablegames]

Concept art for a mystery visual novel based on a previous story call Lady Detective. The player plays the view of Naomi Belfry, a young lady with sharp perception and a psychic sense passed down from her ancestor. Basic idea - help her find the clues to solve the case.

[phonoix]

I'm so tired, I'm so so tired.

Watching TV shows has become the most tiring thing in this dystopian, late-stage capitalistic hellscape.

It doesn't matter how much we love those shows, how much we talk about them, how much we promote it online. Big streaming services will just cancel them on a Friday night and then let them slowly fall into oblivion. If by SOME MIRACLE the show doesn't get cancelled after the first season, it'll just decline over the years, some crazy writer will cook up a poorly written plot, or they'll just lose interest in the project and then leave the fans in the trenches.

Big corporate streaming services just think that views are gonna materialize out of thin air??? They barely promote their new shows and they DEMAND high views just to let them keep going? It's THEIR JOB to promote shows, but obviously they couldn't care less, they only care about money, and they leave the promoting job to the fans which is batshit insane if you ask me.

Streaming services were supposed to be the solution, the chosen one if you will, but they turned out to be the villains.

Owning a movie or a show is now absolutely impossible because God forbid they release DVDs anymore. Streaming services will just randomly DELETE their cancelled shows and movies from their platforms. Fans are now supposed to be PR teams for Netflix, HBO, Prime and whatever other stupid streaming apps out there because they couldn't be bothered to,,, idk,,, do their job and promote their own shows!? They're literally acting like villains.

It feels dystopic really.

I know I probably sound like a person yelling at a cloud but it's starting to become exhausting.

And I know that there are far worse things out there, that there are more important matters to focus on, but I'm so tired.

They're killing art. There are so many people out there that put all their love and all their passion and skills into creating amazing shows that SO MANY other people love and they feel represented by, but they don't care.

This is literally my last straw.

They're killing art with their greed.