Most of the books I love, I fell in love with during my childhood — especially my teen years. There were my two favorite books, Alive and To Kill a Mockingbird. And then there were the Nero Wolfe books, by Rex Stout, which I’ve just begun rereading after having mostly neglected them for the past twenty years.
Camping trips are a great time to discover new books. Apparently. That’s when I discovered Alive, and that’s when I discovered Nero Wolfe. It’s easy to become bored on a camping trip, you see. And then you spy a book left lying around by one of your parents, and because you’re desperate you pick it up and dig in.
That’s how I came to pick up Some Buried Caesar, the sixth Nero Wolfe novel — and an atypical one at that. Nero Wolfe, a private detective, is a bit of an eccentric, you see. He’s basically a recluse, who solves crimes by sending his sidekick Archie into the world to bring back clues, witnesses, and suspects. Yet in Some Buried Caesar, Nero Wolfe has dared to leave the comfort of his Manhattan brownstone for the purpose of showing orchids at an upstate exposition. Thanks to a car accident along the way, Wolfe and Archie obtain room and board in exchange for Archie’s services guarding a prize bull. During his watch, Archie discovers the body of the neighbor, who has been gored to death. Everyone thinks the death was an accident, except Nero Wolfe.
I love Wolfe’s eccentricities. Nero Wolfe’s three great loves are: orchids, beer, and food. I also love his mind, his pomposity, his irritability.
And then there’s Archie. Archie is not a sidekick in the way that Dr. Watson is a sidekick to Holmes. Archie does not exist merely to record Wolfe’s exploits; Archie would be a suitable lead character in his own series. Where Wolfe is serious and logical, Archie is a wisecracking man of action. The two characters provide the perfect mix of the old and the new — Sherlock Holmes meets Sam Spade. Some of the best moments in the series are when Archie and Wolfe trade jabs.
As I mentioned, I have just started to reread the Wolfe books. I have been accumulating the novels from library sales over the past few years; they have waited patiently on my shelves, unread. I wanted to read them in order; not that order matters — Wolfe and Archie never change or age — but it’s how I wanted to read the series, and that meant having all of the novels before I began.
And so, having received the remaining eight books for Valentine’s Day from my loving wife, it was time to take up with Wolfe and Archie once again; just yesterday I cracked open Fer-De-Lance, the first book in the series.
The entire set of seventy-three stories stretches before me. What a great place to be.
February 22, 2013 at 5:22 pm
Most of the books I love, I fell in love with during my childhood — especially my teen years. There were my two favorite books, Alive and To Kill a Mockingbird. And then there were the Nero Wolfe books, by Rex Stout, which I’ve just begun rereading after having mostly neglected them for the past twenty years.
Camping trips are a great time to discover new books. Apparently. That’s when I discovered Alive, and that’s when I discovered Nero Wolfe. It’s easy to become bored on a camping trip, you see. And then you spy a book left lying around by one of your parents, and because you’re desperate you pick it up and dig in.
That’s how I came to pick up Some Buried Caesar, the sixth Nero Wolfe novel — and an atypical one at that. Nero Wolfe, a private detective, is a bit of an eccentric, you see. He’s basically a recluse, who solves crimes by sending his sidekick Archie into the world to bring back clues, witnesses, and suspects. Yet in Some Buried Caesar, Nero Wolfe has dared to leave the comfort of his Manhattan brownstone for the purpose of showing orchids at an upstate exposition. Thanks to a car accident along the way, Wolfe and Archie obtain room and board in exchange for Archie’s services guarding a prize bull. During his watch, Archie discovers the body of the neighbor, who has been gored to death. Everyone thinks the death was an accident, except Nero Wolfe.
I love Wolfe’s eccentricities. Nero Wolfe’s three great loves are: orchids, beer, and food. I also love his mind, his pomposity, his irritability.
And then there’s Archie. Archie is not a sidekick in the way that Dr. Watson is a sidekick to Holmes. Archie does not exist merely to record Wolfe’s exploits; Archie would be a suitable lead character in his own series. Where Wolfe is serious and logical, Archie is a wisecracking man of action. The two characters provide the perfect mix of the old and the new — Sherlock Holmes meets Sam Spade. Some of the best moments in the series are when Archie and Wolfe trade jabs.
As I mentioned, I have just started to reread the Wolfe books. I have been accumulating the novels from library sales over the past few years; they have waited patiently on my shelves, unread. I wanted to read them in order; not that order matters — Wolfe and Archie never change or age — but it’s how I wanted to read the series, and that meant having all of the novels before I began.
And so, having received the remaining eight books for Valentine’s Day from my loving wife, it was time to take up with Wolfe and Archie once again; just yesterday I cracked open Fer-De-Lance, the first book in the series.
The entire set of seventy-three stories stretches before me. What a great place to be.
February 22, 2013 at 5:29 pm
I have read Alive and To Kill A Mockingbird. One day I’ll need to read the Nero Wolfe set. For this upcoming week though, I look forward to reading one of the growing pile of books my beloved husband has recommended to me. 🙂 Thanks for your comment!