Little Miss Nobody - On 31 July, 1960, the body of a little girl was discovered in Sand Wash Creek Bed, Congress, Arizona. She had been partially buried and estimated to be between five-years-old and seven-years-old and had been dead for approximately two weeks. It was noticed that whoever had partially buried the young girl, had attempted to dig a number of prior graves. Her natural brunette hair had been dyed an auburn colour, presumably in an attempt to conceal her identity. She was wearing white shorts and a checked blouse along with sandals that had been cut to fit her small feet. A small, bloody, pocketknife was discovered near her body, however, her cause of death could not be determined. Despite a thorough investigation, the identity of the little girl was never uncovered. Locals donated money to give “Little Miss Nobody” a proper burial, with a local florist and mortuary providing funeral services.
Anyway here is an itemised list of the reasons why I’m loving Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries so much:
Miss Fisher is obviously a badass but also she’s not young! She’s Of A Certain Age and she still lands the absolute hottest dudes. The hottest dudes. The hottest dudes
It’s the Carousing Good Guy trope but a lady!
Her lady-loving doctor friend Mac wears the most wonderful suits and she is amazing and I want to kiss her
What kind of a name is Phrynie. It’s absurd
Super old-school anti-procedural. Like Jonathan Creek but without all the British cringiness. Like Star Trek but instead of space stuff it’s murders and instead of space it’s set in Australia.
I didn’t even know Australia had a ‘20s until I watched this show. Upon closer study, it seems plausible
Miss Fisher is absolutely ruthless, clever, dangerous, insightful, and willing to go to any length to solve her case - including playing any number of fanciful parts, scaling large buildings, getting herself nearly poisoned to death, and otherwise putting herself in physical and emotional danger - and she does all this without having to sacrifice her love of pretty things. She scales those buildings in beautiful hand-tooled Italian heels. She is always impeccably, gorgeously dressed, and doesn’t ever change that about herself, even when she starts being taken more seriously by the police force or when she is doing serious detective work like interviewing wicked murderers or hunting for the man who killed her sister. Miss Fisher is only ever entirely herself.
She adopts strays like no one’s business.
There’s something very appealing about the story of a woman who has seen terrible, gruesome things, decided afterwards to dedicate her life entirely to pleasure, and then (almost despite herself) ended up becoming a philanthropist and a den mother and a doer-of-good. I have seen this story many many many (many, many) times from a male perspective, but not so often from a female viewpoint, and Miss Fisher does it without ever begrudging what she’s become. She’s infinitely more graceful than every other good-guy-against-his-better-judgment story I’ve watched or read.