This blog reading any proposal is welcome, and in this case, myopic The third is a mysterious entry on the Challenge, which consists of reading ten books of detective novels from May to December . Challenge for me if it is, because it is a genre in which I lavish so much, but some I have read and I can assure you that sent me worse required reading in school.
K. Gilbert Chesterton. The Man Who Knew Too Much . A Chesterton discovered with The Man Who Was Thursday, a bizarre novel circulating between comedy, philosophy and fantasy. The Man Who Knew Too Much is more on the detective genre, although the title is somewhat misleading, since Reno's edition also includes several short stories that have nothing to do.
K. Gilbert Chesterton. The scandal of Father Brown. Another saga that began in my youth, and that over time, I was left open the third. The style is very similar to the deductions of Sherlock Holmes, and his character also has a kind of Watson, in Eset case, Flambeau, a retired French thief, but also combines many ideas of the author and a bit of criticism.
Graham Greene. The Third Man. While this sole pull over to the spy novel, this, set in postwar Berlin, has a more focused argument as police, with murder and black market through included, which in espionage.
George Simenon. Commissioner Maigret. I read a couple of novels about four or five who gave away the Voz de Galicia, and got to see the TV series, but can not remember the character beyond identifying it as a police detective.
Pierre Véry. Goupia Manos Rojas. After reading Goupia Manos Rojas in Paris, I decided I had to get the first and abroad. Véry because the character is one of the Martians who have met in my life: a quiet (and somewhat disturbing) resident of a town of Angouleme, having fun imagining a country populated by other nicknames Goupis and puts his neighbors: Goupia-La Ley, Goupia-Church ... The atmosphere is very strange and exhausting, desribed small towns or in the case of the second book, a Paris full of secrets, of pensioners-mafia characters and very, very rare.
Agatha Christie. Ten Little . Or are the Diez Negritos, o Asesinato en el Orient Express, pero algo de la Señora Christie tiene que caer. En su día, había leido Cartas sobre la mesa y El misterio de Sittaford, que estaban bastante entretenidos, pero a día de hoy, la totalidad de sus libros puede hacerse un poco repetitiva, más alla del interés que tengan por su ambientación en entreguerras.
Raymond Chandler. El sueño eterno. Había visto la película, porque Bogart es mucho Bogart, y también tengo el libro por casa. Chandler escribía novelas policiacas de puertas para fuera, porque en la mayoría se centraba más en la crítica,los trapos sucios de la clase alta and corruption.
Gaston Leroux. The Mystery of the Yellow Room . This is the second time I read The perfume of the lady in black, his sequel. In order to see if I find out who the hell is Fréderic Larsan and why it is an evil genius.
Sherlock Holmes. Study in Scarlet. Holmes The first kick I read, and for some reason, it also includes a historical novel ... in the middle of the chapters. I do not know if it was a printing error, or neural author.
Henning Mankell. Wallander. Gender Scandinavian police could not miss, and those of Wallander are fairly well supported .. What I can not say Millennium, Salander whose famous character seemed too fantastic to be in a realistic novel.
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