![]() ![]() It seemed perfect at the time, but now I cringe at the photos. I made a lot of decisions in 1986 that don’t seem so wise all these years later-my hair, for instance. I worried about whether it was fair to read A Dark-Adapted Eye for the first time in 2019. And now, all these years later, it’s easier to understand why. If you give away the killer on page one, and it turns out it really is the killer, then… I think we should pick someone else.” “Yeah,” someone else may have said, “but it’s supposed to be the Edgar for Best Mystery. “Listen, Barbara Vine is a pseudonym for Ruth Rendell, and she knows what she’s doing.” “ A Dark-Adapted Eye? Barbara Vine, whoever that is, tells who did it on page one! What kind of a mystery is that?” “Are you kidding me?” someone might have said. ![]() I wish I could have eavesdropped on the Edgar committee for 1987. ![]()
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