Well, we’ve another Christmas Past to add to the roster. The lights are down, the ornaments safely packed away. For those of us here in the valley, we’ve now the arduous task of seeing the winter through. That means snow and ice, and more than our share of inversions—where the temps drop, the sky hides for days, and you constantly teeter on the brink of utter misery.
In times such as these we’ve really no recourse but to buck up—and by buck up I mean don flannel PJs, snuggle in, and binge watch your favorite shows.
As it happens, my brother suggested my latest love: Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries . . .
Set in 1929 Melbourne, it follows the adventures of a certain Miss Phryne Fisher (Essie Davis). She’s a private detective, you know—much to the chagrin of Detective Jack Robinson (Nathan Page). Smart and sassy, kind and witty, she tangos her way through the upper echelons and dark recesses of society, alike.
She does it all.
And with the exception of justice, she takes a rather free-spirited approach to life–including sex (she really likes the boys, that Phryne Fisher). And that, my friends, is my disclaimer.
So if you’re looking to feast your eyes on the opulence of the roaring twenties (Miss Fisher’s wardrobe, alone, is positively swoon worthy); if you’re looking to get to know a hodgepodge of charming characters; if you’re looking for a hint of intrigue, minus the gore; if you’re looking to get away for a bit in a world that’s utterly fanciful, I highly recommend Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries.
P.S. As it happens, the television show is based on Kerry Greenwood’s novels. According to Greenwood, “I decided to try a female hero and made her as free as a male hero, to see what she would do.” If the show is any indication, she does quite a lot. I best pick up the novels to read the bread of her shenanigans . . .