Whodunit? Beats Me.

  

All of us who write and sell short stories know there are ups and downs, hills and valleys, boomtimes and dry spells. It's mostly been dry for me lately: I just don't publish as many stories, or as often, as I once did. One reason is that there are fewer short-story markets out there now. Especially markets for mystery stories, which is what I most enjoy writing.

Having said that, I must say that November has started out well. In the first four days of the month, I was fortunate enough to have three stories published--one in Black Cat Weekly, one in a food-themed anthology, and one in an anthology of stories from Strand Magazine. Those three stories have very little in common with each other, except for one thing. (I'll tell you that in a minute.)

The first story, published November 1 in Issue #218 of Black Cat Weekly, was "City Lights," a short, quirky, lighthearted tale about a retired Southern schoolteacher on vacation in New York City. She stops in to visit an old friend from her hometown and--in the process of three or four pages--manages to spot a financial scam and save her friend from falling for it. A simple and (I hope) fun little story.

The second story appeared on November 4 in the anthology Cooking Up Death (Camden Park Press), edited by Lyn Worthen. This story, "Chef's Surprise," features a restaurant owner who runs into a vengeful man from her past, one she knew in name only, and winds up fighting for her life during an otherwise calm Thanksgiving dinner date. Her only weapon is her quick mind, which--as we all know--is sometimes enough. It's a "framed" story, told later by the protagonist to a friend, and is probably more of a suspense/thriller/survival story than anything else.

The third one of these stories was also published November 4, in an anthology called Best of The Strand Magazine: 25 Years of Twists, Turns, and Tales by the Modern Masters of Mystery and Fiction (Blackstone Publishing), edited by Andrew Gulli and Lamia Gulli. I've not yet seen the book or read any of the other stories, but it should be a good one, featuring authors like James Lee Burke, Michael Connelly, Jeffery Deaver, and so on. (How I squeezed in there is anybody's guess.) My story, "Foreverglow," first published in The Strand in 2018, is about a complicated department-store heist of a jewelry collection, told from the POV of one of the robbers.

Is there a point to all this bragging? Yes, believe it or not. I said earlier that these three mystery stories had one thing in common. That shared fact is that none of them is a whodunit. Not even close. There's no list of suspects in any of them, no detective or investigation, and the identity of the villain is never in doubt. And the really funny thing is, if I look back on all the so-called mystery stories I've published over the past thirty years, very few of them are traditional whodunits. Most of my stores are howdunits, whydunits, howcatchems, or howtheygotawaywithits. 

I think that's okay. I always find reassurance by going back to the definition that Otto Penzler refers to in the introductions to his annual best-of anthologies. He says (paraphrasing, here) that a mystery is any story that contains a crime, even it it's only a hint or implication of a crime. It does not have to be a whodunit. Also, a mystery doesn't have to be a murder mystery. I suspect that more than half the stories I've written and sold have been about lesser crimes: robberies, burglaries, kidnappings, blackmail, fraud, etc., etc. 

Some crime-writer friends who don't accept that definition of Otto's have told me they always say they write crime/suspense fiction, not mystery fiction. If that makes them feel better, fine, but I say that's being too restrictive. As I've said, I write more thriller/suspense stories than traditional mystery stories, but just as the mystery section of the bookstore will always contain novels like The Silence of the Lambs and No Country for Old Men, we short-crime writers can always call ourselves mystery writers. It's fun to point out that even though Columbo will always be thought of as a TV mystery series, not one of its 69 episodes was a whodunit. The audience always knew, within the first ten minutes, who the bad guy was--and the fun was in finding out how he got caught. Same thing goes for the recent Poker Face series.

So, what do you think? If you're a crime writer, do you focus mostly on whodunits? Do you, like me, rarely write them? What if you're a reader? (And God knows, every one of us writers better be a reader.) Are whodunits more fun for you to read? If you don't write only whodunits, do you feel that you're stretching the definition a bit when you say you write mysteries? I've already confessed that I don't think so. If pressed, I would say whodunits are a subgenre.

But how should I know? It's all a mystery to me.