About 2/3s through The Ghost of the Mary Celeste by Valerie Martin. This is beautifully written, using the title tragedy -- the Mary Celeste was an actual ship found derelict at sea, no traces of violence, just abandoned -- as a wedge into a portion of 18th century American society and also to a degree an examination of Arthur Conan Doyle, his ideas and beliefs. Spiritualism was in its heyday, Conan Doyle was a believer and one of Martin's main characters is a medium; Martin is sympathetic to both believers and disbelievers, and the medium may well be the real thing, though she never entirely commits to that.
I thought I'd be done by now but was distracted by other things over the holidays, including a few times when it was more convenient to read something else, a couple of short stories, and around half of H. R. F. Keating's Crime & Mystery: The Hundred Best Books. Keating was a well-known writer of mystery novels, and well-read in the field. Like any sensible person committing a "best" list, he admits to biases and that for some authors he could have picked from several other works.
I should finish one or both this week and then on to ... something. There is a stack of likely suspects awaiting ...
Randy M.