On Terry Teachout’s blog, About Last Night, he wrote a rather lovely piece on the Nero Wolfe novels by Rex Stout. This caused me to start waxing nostalgic.
Wait, Monica, slow down. Who’s Rex Stout and how do you know of him?
When I was about ten-years-old, I started to read the aforementioned series and was fascinated. In fact, I began to enjoy them more than Agatha Christie’s Poirot and Miss Marple novels. And this was due to the wit and realism that Stout presented in his novels.
I haven’t read one in a while and I need to do so after suffering through the Twilight series. (I have the motto that I can’t hate something until I experience it.)
It’s a rather nice piece and I recommend you read it.
Forty Years With Nero Wolfe (About Last Night)