I love to play games. I really like football, and I also like to ride horses.
Mystery fiction is, after all, a substitute for tranquilizers, strong drink, and bad, if diverting, companions. One slips into bed. . . onto the train. . . into the chair in the sickroom. . . and is suddenly transported to a place where light fights dark and wins. When the story's over, one is left without a hangover, without remorse. Can any other opiate make that claim?