What was your first detective novel?

Eurocrime (or Aerodrome, as Typepad spellcheck would have it) reports news of a new series of books by Nicola Upton, set in London theatreland of the 1930s.  I’m quite intrigued, because the first book,  An Expert in Murder, will feature  Josephine Tey as an amateur detective.

Tey, of course, was a real-life writer of detective novels, including The Franchise Affair and Brat Farrar (these, both concerning the theme of imposters, and others by the same author, are still in print). How Nicola Upton’s book(s) will reconcile Tey the character with Tey the real person is an interesting prospect.

Karen’s post, however, made me realise that The Daughter of Time is, I think, the first detective novel I read. Before that, I’d read Sherlock Holmes, but these were short stories. REmembering the book from the distance of many years, The Daughter of Time features a bored detective recovering in hospital. Someone brings him some newspapers or magazines, and while reading them something strikes him as illogical about Richard III having murdered the Princes in the Tower. The rest of the book features the bedridden investigation into the "case". I was given the book because at that time I was fascinated by the Richard III story.  I don’t recall if that is where my long interest in crime fiction began, but it must have helped.

What was the first detective/crime fiction novel you read?
 

Glorious games

The Times has been publishing a run of correspondence on the relative behaviours, and hence class structures, of soccer and rugby football supporters. The stimulus was a national agreement at the lack of crowd atmosphere at Twickehnam (home of the English rugby team, the ground being a handful of miles from Petrona Towers). An offering from Thursday:

"Sir, Some rugby supporters do tend to be well spoken (letters, Feb 16 and 17). In one match at Durham City many years ago, the referee was perhaps not having his greatest game. This prompted one exasperated chap to shout: "Do you have a solicitor, referee?"

Even the poor official chuckled.

Daniel H. Hinge [etc]"

Today’s contribution:

"Sir, Many years ago I attended a game at Hull City, where the advertised strengths of a recent signing including his ability to marshall midfield defences. As the game progressed, and those skills became difficult to detect, a lone voice boomed: ‘You’re supposed to be a schemer! Scheme, you bastard, scheme!’

Andy Cowie [etc]".