The best small town mysteries with sleuths who aren’t Spring chickens

Christie’s Jane Marple inspired me to write mysteries. As Miss Marple made her starring debut in Murder at the Vicarage, it holds a dear place in my heart.

In quaint St. Mary’s Mead, a man named Colonel Protheroe meets with foul play, and it’s Miss Marple’s keen insights that prove invaluable. Jane Marple may be “of a certain age,” but she’s as sharp as a tack. I admire how Christie plunks the reader right into the story, introducing would-be suspects at a rapid pace, particularly Miss Marple, who takes tea with the Vicar’s younger wife and spills plenty of tea in the process.

This one’s a classic for lovers of traditional mysteries like me!

When I think of small-town sleuths of a certain age, there’s no better example than crossword-puzzle writer Judith Potts who lives in the village of Marlow. She’s 77-years-old and physically active (she routinely swims nude in the river behind her house).

In my humble opinion, Judith has all the makings of a great amateur detective: she’s nosy, observant, and not afraid to ask questions of perfect strangers (qualities I quite admire!). I enjoyed this tale even more when Judith roped the vicar’s wife and a dog-walker into her investigation of not one murder but two. More nosy Nellies only adds to the fun! 

I’m already envisioning this mystery as a TV series, which isn’t a stretch since Richard Osman’s had a long career in television. The idea of folks in a retirement community getting together to solve crimes isn’t new, but it’s always a hoot (reminds me of an episode of NCIS where Ducky was involved in “The Sherlocks”).

Osman doesn’t disappoint with his crew of senior sleuths in Coopers Chase, notably Elizabeth, the group’s leader, who isn’t intimidated by anything or anyone, and Joyce, her sidekick, a former nurse.

Short chapters and a shifting point of view made for a very fast read and, more importantly, made my daily wait in the carpool line seem like seconds instead of 45 minutes.

Though this is Penny’s first in the “Three Pines” series featuring CI Armand Gamache, I’ll confess that I initially read it out of order. I picked up a later Penny book and liked it well enough to go back and start from the beginning.

This book feels like a debut. The writing is good, but not quite as sure-handed as more recent books (which makes sense). It introduces us to Armand Gamache, a seasoned detective if ever there was one, and to the cast of characters in Three Pines.

By the time I finished it the first time around, I’d become a legit Gamache fan-girl. This series is one of the few that I’m so enamored with that I pre-order forthcoming titles. ‘Nuff said.

(Almost) 50-year-old Charlie Harris is a library archivist in fictional Athena, MS. He lives in an old, inherited Victorian with a Maine Coon named Diesel.

As Maine Coons are one of my favorite breeds, it’s the combination of Diesel and Charlie’s job as a longtime librarian that drew me to this book. Libraries were always my first stop when my family moved to a new town, which we did about every 2-3 years when I was growing up. It feels comfortable to tag along with Charlie and Diesel as they head to work in the university archives and solve crimes in their spare time.

Librarians are some of the smartest folks I’ve met in my real-life and book-life. I’d trust them to figure out whodunit over just about anybody!