byIs it my imagination, or are mysteries with homicidal narrators becoming as common as wasps at a picnic? I have read a raft of such stories lately, so in order to foil any suspicions that this is such a tale, let me state from the start that I was not the person who killed Jean Chisholm. I may admit to some of the characteristics of a killer: narcissism, an awareness of my superior intelligence, a sense of entitlement and ruthlessness in pursuing my goals. In my capacity as a theatre critic, I have murdered a few plays in my time. But Jean’s demise was not down to me.
Mind you, I can’t say I was sorry to hear of her death. The world was certainly not worse off for the loss of one more twittering ideologue. There are so many about these days that one hardly notices if the odd one drops o
