Reading-wise, I've been on an early 20th century kick lately. I started with Norma Miller's autobiography, Swingin' at the Savoy, continued with Flapper, by Joshua Zeitz, a history of the Jazz Era, then moved on to Art Spiegelman's Maus comics about the experiences of an Auschwitz survivor (where the Jews are drawn as mice and the Nazis as cats),
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No cheerful xenophobia, not overly memorable (Agatha Christie had nothing to worry about), but the mystery wasn't given away in the first three chapters.
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