”’When you’re our guest in New York, indulgence is expected.’
‘The problem is that I’m about to indulge myself in investigating the murder of a former drug runner turned Santa Claus.'”
Only Jessica Fletcher could make solving the murder of Santa Claus look cool.
Before binge-watching on Netflix became a thing, there was binge-watching through entire cases of DVDs. You'd buy the whole season of a TV show in a box that looked like the Royal Crown Jewels could be in the thing, pop the disc into your DVD player, and get ready to sit on your couch for the next day and half. Of course, you had to get up and change discs about every four episodes, but that was a very small price to pay back then. It was how my family did it.
One of the first TV shows I clearly remember binge watching was Murder, She Wrote. I mean, my ten-year-old self simply could not pass up the chance to watch Mrs. Potts solve murder mysteries. It’s by far the best light-hearted, cozy mystery series ever made. It’ll leave you with a conviction not to live in Cabot Cove because you’d probably die. But it will leave you with the fact that if you were ever murdered, Jessica Fletcher would solve the case. She is the ultimate Boss Lady and you can’t convince me otherwise.
I don’t think Murder, She Wrote would be quite as successful if it had had its first run in this day and age, but it sure holds up well. It’s a TV show I revisit again and again because I can’t get enough. It holds up so well that when TV executives, in their infinite wisdom, decided that a remake might be a good idea, Angela Lansbury shut those suckers
down.
There can only be one Jessica Fletcher in this town, and it’s Angela.
Such is the power of being Jessica.
At any rate, the TV show was so popular that it spawned a laundry list of novels “written” by Jessica Fletcher (with the “help” of Donald Bain.) Being as these are some of my mother’s favorite books and she eats them up like Pez candy, I figured it wouldn’t hurt for me read one of them.
Jessica’s in the Big Apple promoting her newest novel when she sees a man she recognizes… dressed as Santa Claus. He wants to talk to her and she arranges to meet him the next day. What she doesn’t expect is for him to be killed right in front of her, or herself broiled up in a mystery.
I think the rule of thumb is to not travel anywhere with Jessica, because somebody dies wherever she goes. It’s like the Grim Reaper sees her coming and smiles with glee, because he gets to go to work.
This book was fine. It was a nice, cozy mystery that makes for a very quick read. My rating is probably due more to the nostalgic factor I felt reading this than the actual story and writing. I just can’t bring myself to give my beloved Jessica anything less, and it wasn’t really that bad of a book.
I like how Jessica is firm but never rude in her dealings with the people around her. She puts her foot down and never waivers from her convictions while managing to be thoroughly likable in the process. I thought the mystery itself was pretty well-executed and had a satisfying conclusion.
These books are great for when you want an escape or if you grew up with Murder, She Wrote. Again, I can say with the highest degree of certainty that if something were to ever happen to me, I’d want Jessica to figure it out.
We stan for a mystery solving queen.