The Daughter of Time
by Josephine Tey
Part of what I love so much about bookstores is that they have an infinite ability to surface the unexpected. Praise ebooks as the future all you want, and marvel at your early adoption of the format, but for me there's nothing about it that compares to visiting a bookstore. One of the most peculiar aspects of a bookstore is the bargain section. Now, the bargain section is a mix of things that were once bestsellers and things that just didn't sell, and some of it seems calculated to be bargain material to begin with. It's always worth browsing. The Daughter of Time is a classic piece of detective fiction. I wonder if I would have ever discovered it if I hadn't stumbled across it as a bargain book. These things happen. The introduction in this volume says Tey's readers fall in love with her books. But the thing is, Tey doesn't have a reputation like Agatha Christie (who I must confess I've never read). She's all but forgotten. It's the title of the book that drew me to Daughter of Time. It just sounds memorable, even without knowing anything else about it. And in fact I didn't know anything else when I bought it, other than what was on the back cover. It's a contemporary investigation of Richard III, so it works on a number of levels at least conceptually.