For a while I enjoyed reading what are called locked-room mysteries... A sub-genre of the impossible-crime story where something entirely and utterly impossible nonetheless happens. A murder that takes place in a closed room where no one could have entered or left, but in which only a corpse is found. And even later I was reading Gina Apostol's Insurrecto where there's the line, 'A room no one enters, a final solitude,' and which made me ask if not only Frank's death, but maybe all suicides – maybe all deaths, really – are locked-room mysteries. These are impossible cases, and all our intense sleuthing can't seem to give the corpse a narrative that makes sense. The underlying and constant mystery is the transformation between the quick and the dead.
