Title: The Daughter of Time Author: Tey, Josephine [Elizabeth MacKintosh] ( ) Date of first publication: June Edition used as. with a passing interest in the study of the fifteenth century has heard of Josephine Tey’s book ‘A Daughter of Time’, a mystery novel from The Daughter of Time. Josephine Tey. First published in This web edition published by [email protected] Last updated Wednesday, December 17, .

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And for the first time it occurs to me that the glib theory that Richard got rid of the boys to make himself safer on the throne is so much nonsense. Perhaps the oddest and best mystery ever written.

The Crime Writers Association put it at the top of their Best Of list, which was actually what prompted me to seek it out in the first place.

I thought for a moment he was having a stroke. On its publication Anthony Boucher called the book “one of the permanent classics in the detective field The book did indeed look clean and unsoupy, if a little elderly.

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The slant of an eyebrow, the set of a mouth, was just as much an evidence of character to Marta as to Williams. But neither George nor Isabel was there.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I think the very best of golden age crime fiction is so sorely underrated. What changed him almost overnight? I wasn’t expecting such a faulty foundation to launch the “mystery.

You push it over and up it comes again, like one of those thr toys. I mean, that he was a crook. Richard had murdered his two boy o, but no one knew how.

Grant’s first impetus towards an intellectual investigation of whether Richard III really had the two main heirs to his dead brother’s throne callously murdered in the Tower of London is his early certainty that Richard’s face could not possibly be that of someone who would perform such a base crime josephnie the cold-blooded murder of his two young nephews.

Golden Age British crime fiction before her often though not always tended to center around talented amateurs or eccentric private detectives, and were heavily puzzle-oriented—think Dorothy Sayers, Margery Allingham, Agatha Christie.


I do love Josephine Tey. Perhaps more portraits might help. Winston Churchill stated in his History of the English-Speaking Peoples [6] his belief in Richard’s guilt of the murder of the princes, adding, “It will take many ingenious books to raise the issue to the dignity of a historical controversy”, probably referring to Tey’s novel, published seven years earlier.

The old josephinee burglar was apt to be as individual as the member of any other profession, and as little vicious. A little grocery store on Main Street, [Pg 93] as a matter of fact. When The Midget came back for his tray he said: He walked his horse to the stables, but there was no one there to give it to.

The Daughter of Time

What his raughter suggest is just what one would expect them to suggest; his own sorrow and his care for the boy. However thoroughly delicious a catalog of work she left us with, including a posthumously published novel The Singing Sandsanother decade or two would likely have given us many more delights. Come in, Mr Carradine. Richard got in more or less by accident, but he proved the biggest mystery of the lot.

A worrier; perhaps a perfectionist. Notify me of new posts via email. As he paused in the doorway he could hear voices in the distance of the great hall; and debated whether he should go there and investigate before going josepbine 66] upstairs to his own quarters. Og accounts are, it seems, heavily influential in forming the opinions of some people in how history unravelled.

The kind who want something badly, and then discover that the price they have paid for it is too high. This adughter had the potential to really engage me–it deals with Richard III and all the various permutations of the Yorkist, Lancastrian and Tudor factions in late medieval England, and it’s not badly written at all.

Supposing he had got rid of the boys. Which was Rupert Rouge being arch about vice.

Imposture is always fascinating. Sep 17, Amy rated it it was amazing. I can’t even put my finger of why I thought the book was so enjoyable – part of me liked the characters and the banter, part of me liked the “mystery” element, even tho there is little mystery to it, and part liked the historical aspect of it.


Josephine Tey had already opened my eyes to the vagaries of history and historians, and demonstrated how the accounts of the past which I had been taught and had faith in as solid ground might in fact be the thin layer of shallow-rooted grass that covers a quaking bog.

It was the last book Tey published in her lifetime, shortly before her death. The first of these, ‘The Man in the Queue’ was published under the pseudonym of Gordon Daviotwhose name also appears on the title page of another of her 19 Josephine Tey was a pseudonym of Elizabeth Mackintosh.

Tea trays and morons. He engages with Brent Carradine, an American studying in England, and a cerebral study of Richard’s times reveals discrepancies in the history books that condemned Richard. There ought to be a literary moratorium. And if anyone should know it would be Thomas More. That someone would come and put a pillow over my face when I was asleep.

I have heard that that is more fun than solving them. When she was off-duty he was attended to by The Amazon, a goddess with arms like the limb of a beech tree.

On one page he says grudgingly: In perhaps the only dubious part of the plot, Grant fancied himself an expert on faces, with an unnatural ability to divine guilt or innocence from them. Convinced that this doesn’t look like the face of a murderer, he embarks on an investigation of written sources eventually concentrating on primary ones –that is, contemporary material, witnessing to events as they actually happenedsoon with the aid of a young American habitue’ of the British Museum, which is also a library, and a good one.

It was easy to believe that some were written as propaganda commissioned by Henry VII, the first of the Tudor Kings, who felt a need to discredit Richard and the whole Plantagenet line. Nevertheless he attacked it with interest. Awful expensive, you know, but a bit depressing.