The Moonstone

This morning I finished reading This 1949 reprinted edition was given to me for my 80th birthday by my daughter Becky who had trawled the internet trying to find a suitable 1942 impression of this 1868 novel acclaimed as the first detective novel. Above is a scan of the still intact book jacket. Slipped insideContinue reading “The Moonstone”

Robert Gibbings Once More

In the summer of 1942 I blinked into the daylight as, making my first cry, I emerged from my mother’s womb – hardly “ripped untimely”, but, all the same, ┬ápremature enough to require us both to remain in Leicester General Hospital long enough to make up the 7 weeks snatched from gestation. At the sameContinue reading “Robert Gibbings Once More”