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[cover]Academic Mysteries 202
Volume 22, No. 4, Winter 2006-2007

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  • The Professor as Detective: A Brief History by Carole Shmurak
  • Gaudy Night Revisited by Ellen F. Higgins
  • Murder in Princeton: The McLeod Dulaney Series by Ann Waldron by Christine W. Kulikowski
  • The Mysteries of Math by B.V. Lawson
  • Death of a Tenured Professor: Both Kate Fansler and Carolyn G. Heilbrun Move On by Carolyne Van Der Meer


  • Back Door to Academia by Lou Allin
  • Well-Schooled in Murder by Claudia Bishop
  • Murder on the Campus by Joan Blacher
  • Thinking Is Everybody's Game by Cary Brown
  • Tempus Fugit by Alan Cook
  • Publish or Perish: Murder Mysteries in Academic Settings by Pamela Cranston
  • Escape from Literature by Joanne Dobson
  • He's Working His Way Through School by Jim Doherty
  • Making Fun of Academics by Ruth Dudley Edwards
  • Glimmers of Hope by Robert Elias
  • Henry Kissinger, Mysteries, and Me by Gail Farrelly
  • The Importance of an Academic Consciousness by Honora Finkelstein and Susan Smily
  • Mysteries, Murder, and Madness in Academia by R. Barri Flowers
  • Department of Criminal Studies by Tim Heald
  • An Academic-Mystery Series... Eventually by Marion Moore Hill
  • Corpses and Credits in Community College by Jane Isenberg
  • Creating Death by Pen by Lois Marchino and Deane Mansfield-Kelley
  • It's Academic (Revisited) by Camille Minichino
  • The Mysterious Case of the Academic Mystery by Mark Montgomery
  • I Know Where the Bodies Are Buried by Christine Poulson
  • The Perils of Academia: A Trans-Atlantic Adventure by Roberta Rogow
  • In the Flesh: An Author's Confessions by Hollis Seamon
  • The Professor Is In by Sarah R. Shaber
  • Academic? Me? by Alexandra Sokoloff
  • School Psychologist by Day, Author by Night (and Weekends and School Holidays) by Denise Swanson
  • Choosing an Academic Setting: The Shadows Antique Print Mysteries by Lea Wait
  • Dreams of Academe by Sally Wright 49


  • Mystery in Retrospect: Reviews by Robin Agnew, Tawn O'Connor
  • In Short: It's Academic by Marvin Lachman
  • Academic Institutions in the Fiction of Dorothy L. Sayers by Philip L. Scowcroft
  • MRI MAYHEM by Janet A. Rudolph
  • Members in the News
  • Mystery Bookstores and Mail-Order Catalogues
  • Mystery Magazines
  • Mysterious Happenings
  • Awards
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  • Letters to the Editor
  • From the Editor's Desk by Janet A. Rudolph

Making Fun of Academics
by Ruth Dudley Edwards (London, England)

Among the many people I learned to laugh about at my mother's knee were academics. My father was a history professor in University College, Dublin (UCD), and tales of allies and enemies were the stuff of conversation, argument and hilarity around the kitchen table.

I was a toddler when I learned the names of two distinguished academics from Dublin's other university—Trinity College: "Ruth, put that in Otway-Ruthven," was the instruction to take dry rubbish to the bin in the scullery, for Professor Jocelyn Otway-Ruthven was a scholar so austere as to be dessicated; "Ruth, put that rubbish in McDowell," was the instruction to take food waste to the bin under the sink that fed the compost heap. I can't remember why Professor R.B. McDowell was given the accolade of being associated with wet rubbish: it may have had something to do with his being a bit of a hypochondriac. In his mid-nineties, now, and going strong, he has long outlived my parents.

The strange habits of Professor Desmond Williams, my father's closest colleague, were a cause of continual mirth. Desmond was as unreliable as he was brilliant: typically, he would miss several lectures but when he found time in his busy social life to turn up, he would stagger in on his stick, collapse into a chair, ask the nearest student what he was supposed to be talking about and deliver a stunning and fluent talk about the balance of power or the rise of Hitler or British foreign policy—lighting one cigarette off the other and scattering ash all over his crumpled food-and-wine-stained shirt and tie. He was an intellectual giant who made us all think: these days, of course, he would be unemployable. As indeed would my father, another inspirational teacher given to what would now be described as inappropriate behaviour.

I was brought up with a ring-side seat at the performance that was Irish academic life in the 1950s and 1960s, where alcohol played a major part in ensuring that rows were often public and spectacular. I learned that grown men (there were very few women) could act like five-year-olds in their determination to keep their toys to themselves, and that chroniclers of the foolishness of the power-hungry could fight nigh unto death about which candidate should be awarded an assistant lecturership. I learned how much time could be wasted in pointless plotting and how useless most academics were at running anything.

Then I married and went to Cambridge, which (along with Oxford) was in many ways familiar to me from great mystery writers like Dorothy L. Sayers and Michael Innes and Edmund Crispin, who gave me a taste for funny crime. My then husband had a Research Studentship at the notoriously conservative Peterhouse, where all departures from tradition were frowned upon. The dons' feasts were not quite as gross as those featured in Tom Sharpe's Porterhouse Blue (something along the lines of a swan stuffed with a goose stuffed with a duck stuffed with a capon stuffed with a thrush stuffed with a sparrow), but in their self-indulgence, they weren't far off it. College servants were grave, women to be kept well away from college premises and it seemed that if every undergraduate had a prime minister's baton in his inside pocket. In 1968, fashions changed and for a time students became for a time more focused on trying to bring down the Establishment.

I was briefly at Girton, one of the then three all-female colleges, but I couldn't stand the austerity, discomfort, propriety and high-mindedness and decamped to a modern mixed college too new to have any soul: I spent as little time there as possible. Men's colleges were much more fun and I was fascinated at their often nonsensical conspiracies and feuds. The issues they fought over were often even more ridiculous than those that used to convulse UCD, for there the academic staff had homes to go to. In Cambridge, there were many single fellows who had lived in college premises for decades, had little grasp of reality and could start major wars about such trivial issues as whether to replace the curtains in the senior common room. I learned quickly that British scholars could be quite as—if not even more—infantile than their Irish equivalents. There were stories about distinguished old men who had hated each other for sixty years grimacing at each other from either end of high table and telling anyone who would listen that Smith or Jones had falsified a footnote in 1937.

It was recognising the sheer narrowness of Cambridge life that made me revise my earlier ambitions to follow in my father's and brother's footsteps and become an academic. I abandoned medieval ecclesiastical history and headed for a wider world, but since some of my close friends had become dons, I always kept in touch with that world both in Britain and in Ireland.

My fifth satirical mystery, Matricide at St Martha's, which was published in 1994, was the Cambridge novel I had thought about occasionally over many years, made topical by the inclusion of a war over political correctness. As Jack Troutbeck, Mistress of St Martha's, elbowed Robert Amiss out of the leading role in my mysteries, academia became a constant. Through lecture tours and mystery conventions and American friends I became increasingly interested in universities across the pond and began to read voraciously about the dumbing-down of US campuses and the triumphal march of the thought-police. Murdering Americans, which is based in Indiana, will be published in April. Whatever it is, it certainly is not politically correct.

After being a Cambridge postgraduate, a teacher, a marketing executive and a civil servant, Ruth Dudley Edwards imprudently became a full-time writer. A journalist, broadcaster, historian and prize-winning biographer, her recent non-fiction includes books about The Economist, the Foreign Office, the Orange Order and Fleet Street. Targets of her satirical mysteries so far include the civil service, gentlemen's clubs, academia, the House of Lords, the Church of England, publishing, the literati and, above all, political correctness. She has three times been short-listed for awards from the British Crime Writers' Association. Her website is at

It's Academic (Revisited)
by Camille Minichino (Castro Valley, California)

Not that Katherine Welsh's wonderful article of the same title (MRJ, Fall 2005) isn't complete as it is. But the phrase has so much richness, it deserves another look.

To declare of an argument or a topic "it's academic" is to relegate it to a classroom or to a textbook, proclaiming it moot, with no value for the real world.

Sometimes "it's academic" because it's over, it's too late. Example: if I'd been born flaxen-haired and rich... Sometimes it's academic because the real problem is not amenable to solution. It's something professors can talk about, if they choose to, but to no avail. Pronouncing a subject "academic" can even be a put down, a showstopper, as in, "why are we even discussing this?"

Mysteries, on the other hand, are all about the real world. Mystery readers look for solutions, clear motives, and simple justice. Writers are asked to produce "realistic" characters and "believable" plots. We read furiously to reach the end, enjoying the ride, yes, but hungry for the "answers." Who did the deed? Why? How will the protagonist figure it out? What will be the "aha" moment? Will the killer be brought to justice? How did the protagonist change as a result of the events of the story?

In the ivory towers of the academic world, answers aren't important. Only questions matter. I can't prove it, but I can at least anecdote it. (Well, well—there's an example, right there. We might argue into the night about whether the word "anecdote" can be used as a verb. We can form a parsing committee, announce a convocation, write scholarly papers, and scour the literature for opinions. But, "it's academic." I've already done it.)

Now, the anecdote:

A history professor I know, on the East Coast, found himself on the review panel for a doctoral thesis on a problem in the history of quantum mechanics. He emailed me in a panic. He was the only nonscientist on the committee. He needed to look as smart as the rest of them. He attached the student's ten-page summary and asked if I could come up with two or three intelligent questions for him to pose to the student who was defending his thesis.

"I can do that," I said, always thrilled when someone wants to learn science, for whatever reason. I called him the next morning, with three questions that I was ready to discuss.

He laughed. "Oh, no, I don't need to discuss anything," he said. "Just give me the questions. The answers aren't important."

So, is it oxymoron-ish to have mysteries set in academia? Hardly—I'm convinced that it's this disparity between the ivory towers of academia and the nitty-gritty world of mysteries (even cozy mysteries) that makes "academic mysteries" so appealing. Indeed, there's nothing like a good, juicy crime in the lofty towers of academia. The higher they are, the lower they fall.

One of my favorite recent reads, Gentlemen and Players, by Joanne Harris, takes full advantage of the contrast. The setting: an English school for privileged boys, where a lost pen or a misplaced mug with the school logo can upset an entire faculty. Within this framework are all the dark elements of a crime novel and a "villain" who believes that murder is simply an arbitrary line in the dirt, no more daunting than the "No Trespassing" sign at the edge of the school property.

Thomas H. Cook's The Chatham School Affair, a classic in my mind, is another example—a story of madness and murder at a small, orderly, private school in a Cape Cod village.

Though I haven't (yet) written an academic mystery, I do feel qualified to write about academia: I've spent most of my life in school, on one side of the desk or the other, and still teach at several educational institutions, in person and on line.

In fact, my sister and I both overdid school at bit, possibly trying to compensate for the generation before us. Our parents had only about seven years of formal schooling between them—less than one for my father, six and a half for my mother. My sister and I have had forty-six years of school between us, twenty-three each, resulting in two BAs, one RN, one CRNA, one MS, one PhD and one JD.

This means that if I do ever write an academic mystery, I have a long list of potential victims handy: my high school history teacher, who was first and foremost the football coach, thus ruining any chance I had of appreciating the past; the intolerant shrew who ran the "academics" program at an East Coast women's prison where I taught; the principal of an elementary school on the West Coast who told an assembly of children that the most important thing they could learn was to put things back where they found them; and—getting back to Ph.D. committees—the priest-professor who angrily railed questions at me without waiting for "answers," and ran off the next day with the Dean of Women.

When I do write that academic mystery, you'll know who did it.

Camille Minichino is the author of eight books in the periodic table mystery series. She's on the faculty of Golden Gate University in San Francisco and is NorCal President of Sisters in Crime.

From the Editor's Desk
by Janet Rudolph (Berkeley, California)

I hope you're enjoying "Academic Mysteries 202." What a great issue, and a wonderful conclusion to Volume 22! Thanks to everyone for your support of Mystery Readers Journal—writing for it, reading it, and using it to make new lists of 'must reads.' This, the final issue for 2006, appropriately comes in the cold winter days when you can huddle down by the fire and read a good mystery. The year 2007 issues of Mystery Readers Journal will focus on some new topics and bring you up to date on some we've already covered: Ethnic Mysteries, History Mysteries (1 & 2) and Scandinavian Mysteries. As I mentioned in the last issue, the new rates for 2007 will be $32/calendar year and $50 overseas airmail. Our rates have been the same for the past 10 years, but with all the rising costs of printing and postage, we had to raise the rates. Hope you'll continue to support MRI/MRJ. You can renew online at or send a check to PO Box 8116, Berkeley, CA 94707.

Macavity Awards: I presented the Macavity Awards at Bouchercon in late September. Best Mystery Novel: The Lincoln Lawyer by Michael Connelly (Little, Brown); Best First Mystery Novel: Immoral by Brian Freeman (St. Martin's); Best Nonfiction/Critical: Girl Sleuth: Nancy Drew and the Women Who Created Her by Melanie Rehak (Harcourt); Best Short Story: "There Is No Crime on Easter Island" by Nancy Pickard (EQMM, Sept-Oct 2005); Sue Feder Historical Mystery Award: Pardonable Lies by Jacqueline Winspear (Henry Holt). Congratulations to the winners and all the nominees.

Other Awards: Be sure and check the Awards section under MRI Mayhem for the latest! As you know, Mystery Readers Journal was up for the Anthony Award at Bouchercon for best fan publication, but we didn't win. That's ok, though, because Jon and Ruth's wonderful magazine, Crimespree, did. It was great to be nominated, though, and know that so many people enjoy the Journal. We were in great company with Deadly Pleasures, Mystery Scene, Crimespree and Mystery News. I had a wonderful time at Bouchercon in Madison. The weather was great, the cows were awesome, and I got to see lots of old friends, met new ones, and listened to lots of authors. What was most thrilling for me was being presented with the Don Sandstrom Memorial Award for Lifetime Achievement in Fandom. Some of you may have met Don over the years or knew him through his reviews in MRJ and other fan publications. He was a fan extraordinaire. I was totally surprised to receive the award named in his honor. Later that weekend, I was again shocked and surprised to win the Anthony for Special Service to the Field. Two awards in one weekend—well, you can imagine how long it took to touch the ground. Of course, if I had had any idea, I'd have prepared a decent acceptance speech, but nevertheless it made for a wonderful convention. Thanks to everyone for your support.

Left Coast Crime: The next convention I'll be attending will be LCC in Seattle. I have a particular fondness for this convention, since I was one of the original organizers. I will be doing the Convention 101 panel with Jan Burke. Everything and anything you want to know about how to get the most out of your convention experience. Friday morning, February 2 at 9 am Even if this is your 20th convention, I hope you'll stop by.

Reading Groups: Our mystery reading group begins another session—this time our theme is "favorite books." We did this theme about 15 years ago, and it's interesting to note that many of the same people are in the group, but with different tastes this time around and different books. We've been meeting every Tuesday (September-June) for over 30 years. Speaking of reading groups, Gary Warren Niebuhr, fan, librarian, reader, collector, author and all-around-nice guy, has a great new book that should be on the shelf of every mystery book group moderator and participator. Read 'Em Their Writes: A Handbook for Mystery and Crime Fiction Book Discussions is a guide for people who want to lead a crime fiction book club. Our own MRI website has a list of mystery bookclubs and reading groups all over the world. Be sure and send me information for this page on our site. Thanks.

Kate Derie: Kate is personally doing very well, and we're all so relieved about that. She has finished chemo and is now starting radiation. Sadly her mother passed away in December. Her mother was an amazing woman, a commissioned Army officer in WWII. Kate's mom lived with Kate and Joe for many years, and I know I join with all of you in sending our deepest sympathies. If you'd like to send Kate an email, she can be reached at:

Personal: Thanks to you all for your notes and cards about the passing of Grumpy and Sierra and my mother's accident. It was a hard summer, but things have turned around. My mother is much better and walking again. Frank and I adopted a new dog from Golden Retriever Rescue. Busby (as in Busby Berkeley) aka Buzz is a 3-5 year old "red" golden. He's a wonderful boy, and we're very happy to have him. He immediately bonded with Frank and has become a "velcro" dog, following Frank from room to room. Belle au Bois Dormant (aka Bella) really wants to be his friend. He wasn't that familiar with cats, except, perhaps, as animals to be chased. That was quickly abandoned, but he can't seem to understand what to do with her. She was used to being groomed by Sierra, our late golden, and she really makes some interspecies overtures. It all makes for "cheap amusement," as they say.

Murder on the Menu: Our fall season was chock full of mystery events, as well as teambuilding activities. Many repeat clients helped make this a great year. In addition to the Murder on the Menu customized mystery events that I write, we create Scavenger Quests, the Chocolate Challenge, Wacky Games, Bridge Building and other fun and interactive teambuilding and entertainment for corporate and private clients. Details at During the holidays we also did a lot of Corporate Gingerbread House and Hospital (HMO clients) building, as well as Tricycle Building. Trikes for Tots is one of my favorite events. Client teams build and donate tricycles to the charity of their choice. It was certainly a season of giving.

Winter: I'm not much for short days, so I'm glad that December 21 has passed, and we're back on the upswing, as I see it. Obviously there's not much gardening to be done, although I'll be pruning my rosebushes within a few weeks. Winter is a great time to catch up on my reading. Will I ever? Over the holidays I managed to sit beside the fire and read the new Carl Hiassen, Val McDermid and Ken Bruen. Now, that was fun! Hope you had a great holiday season. The best to everyone for a healthy and mysterious 2007!


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