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Murder takes a holiday. Sort of.

November 21, 2007 by Dave Knadler

My staff here at the warehouse has departed early for the Thanksgiving weekend, disregarding my explicit instructions to make sure the Big Box O’ Blog Ideas was full before leaving. Also, someone appears to have raided the petty cash drawer. It’s so hard to get reliable help these days.

Anyway, once again I’m going to have to pull something out of my … well, let’s just say I’ll have to make something up. Since I’ve read no books, seen no movies and watched no television in the past couple of days, this is harder than it looks. Hmmm. Perhaps something with a Thanksgiving theme?

So when’s the last time you read a mystery where Thanksgiving, the holiday, was a prominent element in the story? I can name a dozen Christmas-themed crime novels just off the top of my head, and probably as many set around Halloween. Several for the Fourth of July, even one or two for Valentine’s Day. But Thanksgiving doesn’t seem a great inspiration for mystery writers. It’s a mostly benign holiday, involving only one of the seven deadly sins. And to me, gluttony is not particularly conducive to dark deeds. Maybe it’s all that triptophan.

Still, Google exists to remind me that I know far less than I think I do. A search turned up dozens of crime novels apparently having something to do with Thanksgiving, including at least one author I’ve heard of: Michael Dibdin, whose Thanksgiving is billed as “a moving portrait of the profound effects of love when all that seems to remain is loss and grief.” Um, OK. Whether it has anything to do with the American holiday, I don’t know. Any other memorable titles worthy of mention?

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About Dave Knadler

Obscure writer. Lazy photographer. Bashful guitarist. Perhaps too fond of wine. Tireless nemesis of New York Times crosswords, Wordle, Semantle and all other puzzles du jour.

Comments

  1. Peter says

    November 22, 2007 at 6:09 am

    The dearth of mysteries about Thanksgiving may be due to Americans’ failure to take the holiday seriously. Many call it Turkey Day, which does not conjure up images of menace and murder. Come to think of it, Americans don’t take any of the uniquely American holidays seriously. Occasions for car sales, buying sprees and getting stuffed, yes. For reflection and murder, no.
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    “Because Murder Is More Fun Away From Home”
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  2. Peter says

    November 22, 2007 at 6:12 am

    Look what I just found here.

  3. Dave K. says

    November 22, 2007 at 2:11 pm

    Heh. I found a similar list after writing the post, but chose to ignore it rather than erode my thesis that there aren’t a lot of Thanksgiving mysteries out there. Oh well. You have to agree that I used a better picture.

  4. Peter says

    November 22, 2007 at 6:37 pm

    Well, I took that from a reference site, after all. No big deal it has information at its fingertips that you and I scratch desperately for.
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    Detectives Beyond Borders
    “Because Murder Is More Fun Away From Home”
    http://www.detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com/

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