I have been working on The Magicians for the better part of a month. Last week, I was supposed to go to England, giving me sixteen hours on a plane and even more on trains to finally tackle it. But plans change and I still haven’t finished the damn book.
The book I finally finished may surprise you: The Case of the One-Eyed Witness by Erle Stanley Gardner. A Perry Mason mystery.
I don’t read many mysteries, though I couldn’t tell you why, but the ones I have in the past were mostly Perry Mason stories. The mysteries, this one included, are interesting and keep you on your toes. I’m not going to lie, I took a few days off from reading this book and felt a little lost going back to it.
The true appeal of the Perry Mason books is Mason himself. He’s a mixture between a shark lawyer and Sherlock Holmes himself, solving mysteries and using the facts and his persuasion techniques to force people to confess. His track record is impeccable. So far as I can tell, he is always right.
There’s also a subtle romance between Mason and his secretary Della Street. I love her place in the books. Her official title may be secretary, but it is clear to both Mason and the reader that he couldn’t do his job without her.
I picked this book up at Selected Works Used Books & Sheet Music in Chicago, Illinois, mainly because it reflected the bookstore’s atmosphere, which itself reflected my view of the city. I’m glad I did. This book didn’t change my life or anything, but it was a lot of fun. Sometimes you need that.