Miranda Carter

Though there’s little to disagree with in Tessa Hadley’s assessment of Josephine Tey, I do think there’s more of a case to be made for Tey’s ‘odd’ or ‘uneasy’ novels: for the splashes of surprise and subversion amid the (sometimes egregious) prejudice and snobbery, and particularly for what one might now call the queer sensibility that quietly permeates a considerable part of her...