WHO AM I – February 21, 2017

identity-510866__340Today’s Guest Author may still be writing, loving, and living life to the fullest. Or they may not! Your clue today and every day for WHO AM I during your Mystery Thriller Week event will be the same: This author penned either a Mystery or Thriller genre book that was published.  Good luck and try your literary prowess from February 12-22, 2017 for a new prize daily. Enter your email (for prize notification) and multiple choice answer below.

WHO AM I?

Born: 1893

Gender: Female

Bio Information: Today’s lovely author was an only child, born on 13 June 1893 at the Headmaster’s House, Christ Church Cathedral School, Oxford. Her father, the Rev. Henry Sayers, M.A., was a chaplain of Christ Church and headmaster of the Choir School. When she was six, he started teaching her Latin. She grew up in the tiny village of Bluntisham-cum-Earith in Huntingdonshire after her father was given the living there as rector. The church graveyard next to the elegant Regency rectory features the surnames of several characters from her mystery The Nine Tailors, and the nearby River Great Ouse and the Fens invite comparison with the book’s vivid description of a massive flood around the village. She is also credited with coining the slogan “It pays to advertise!” She used the advertising industry as the setting of Murder Must Advertise, where she describes the role of truth in advertising:

… the firm of Pym’s Publicity, Ltd., Advertising Agents …

“Now, Mr. Pym is a man of rigid morality—except, of course, as regards his profession, whose essence is to tell plausible lies for money—”

“How about truth in advertising?”

“Of course, there is some truth in advertising. There’s yeast in bread, but you can’t make bread with yeast alone. Truth in advertising … is like leaven, which a woman hid in three measures of meal. It provides a suitable quantity of gas, with which to blow out a mass of crude misrepresentation into a form that the public can swallow.”

Book excerpt: The taxi, under the severe eye of a policeman, revolved by slow jerks with a noise like the grinding of teeth.

The block of new, perfect and expensive flats in which Lord Peter dwelt upon the second floor, stood directly opposite the Green Park, in a spot for many years occupied by the skeleton of a frustrate commercial enterprise. As Lord Peter let himself in he heard his man’s voice in the library, uplifted in that throttled stridency peculiar to well-trained persons using the telephone.

“I believe that’s his lordship just coming in again–if your Grace would kindly hold the line a moment.”


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