Oh, the Joy of a Good Mystery

We’ve had a nasty winter for Atlanta this year. But there are compensations. When the wind blows, the snow falls, the temperature drops, there is nothing like sitting with a warm blanket over my knees, a cup of really good coffee, or a glass of favored wine a hand’s reach away, and a new mystery to savor.

In fact, if truth be told, I’m addicted to mysteries.  Judging from the size of the Mystery Book department in book stores, not to mention the dozens of popular television mysteries, it’s an addiction shared by many.  By why?  What is the irresitable allure of the mystery story?

Is it curiosity, the human need to see “what’s over the next hill” or on the next page?  Do we enjoy exercising the little gray cells as we try to figure out “who done it?”  Do we imagine ourselves the super sleuth who sees what others miss and whose powers of reasoning win him or her admiration?  Is it a form of escapism in a way that other fiction genres that appeal to our intellect or touch our emotions cannot provide? 

I’d really like to hear from others who share my addiction.  Why do you think we are so drawn to the mystery story?

  1. Wendy says:

    Dear Kay,

    First of all, shame on you for keeping this blog a secret from your Facebook friends for so long! What a breath of fresh air!

    Second, I vote for the exercising gray matter hypothesis. Life, at least my life, is either overwhelming or boring depending on my focus and a good mystery offers a problem I can solve, sometimes, just by finishing the book!

  2. kayhamner says:

    Thanks so much for the encouragement, Wendy. I plan to post weekly so keep reading.

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