By now, many have noticed and made note of the nominee’s for 2020 Edgar Award’s, the Mystery Writer’s of America’s “Oscars”, if you will. Though the latter I feel is so over-wrought. I try to browse in my genre often and with the critical eye, yes-no . . . Hastings? Whether a surprise or inevitable - mystery writers tend to see everything as either a red-herring or subtle clue - so it is with great caution we take heed, Watson. At once! That when I see the covers have returned to a state of elaboration not seen in a few years and stylistically, the writing harkens back to years past, I surely must welcome both. The drama of cover art and the nostalgia of comforting prose . . . even if it is with a candlestick in the parlor by a women(?) wearing mauve before the clock strikes three!