Qua Ratiocination: Tales That Unequivocally Set The Standard{s}

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Ratiocination

In definition, the word ‘ratiocination’ means ‘the process of arriving at a logical deduction through logical reasoning’. In usage, as first utilized by Edgar Alan Poe’s character Auguste Dupin — Poe being the grandfather of the detective novel, a la The Murders in the Rue Morgue, which featured Dupin — it means ‘to deduce’ or ‘to detect’.

The character most of us know as this ‘logical’ type of detective is Sherlock Holmes. If Poe was the the grandfather of detective stories — a.k.a. mysteries — then Arthur Conan Doyle was the Big Daddy. Applying logic, Doyle’s Holmes was able to deduce – via removing the impossible – that whatever was remaining at the end of his logic train, no matter how improbable, was the truth.

Detecting the truth was further taken up by the mystery genre’s vaunted auntie, Agatha Christie. Hercule Poirot’s efforts at ratiocination made up only a fraction of her overall catalog, but it was his little gray cells at work that started enchanting readers with Christie’s writing over 100 years ago with The Mysterious Affair At Styles.

And the tradition has continued onward.

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Literary Love: Ngaio Marsh’s Optimate Policeman

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Ngaio Marsh was a New Zealander who wrote mysteries in the British fair-play school of detection during the Golden Age.

A contemporary (and somewhat of a competitor) of Agatha Christie, Marsh wrote her first detective novel, A Man Lay Dead featuring the gentleman1 policeman Roderick Alleyn in 1934. She went on to write 31 additional Alleyn mysteries, ending with The Light Thickens (1982), which was published posthumously.

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Kroger

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KROGER

(rhymes with ogre)

I started reading young.

I do not know whether it was a matter of natural inclination or at-home instruction (my mother, before she had additional children, may have been more inclined to be instructional in my developing years than she was later on with my siblings), of innate ability or genetic disposition (on my mother’s side of the family there are generations filled with teachers), or just plain right-time/right-place incalculable destiny, but as luck would have it, I started reading — aloud — at the age of two.

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Jabberwocky

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Is there anyone who does *not* know Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky?

Anyone who does not know of our hero with his vorpal sword, uffishly waiting to slay the whiffling monster? The hero who, once the beast is slain, goes galumphing back to cries of “Frabjous day!”?

(Seriously, I do not think there is anyone unfamiliar with this poem. But in the event that you should be such a one: go read it.)

Methinks the Jabberwock was not having a very frabjous day, but apparently the boy was.

And putting an adult spin on the fact that it seems to be all about the boy, let’s have a look at THIS passage, shall we?:

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