A pet hate of mine: the IMO far, far too much fiction, "book or play", churned out by hack writers involving assorted famous, often artistic, figures from the past: in the role of amateur detectives (I feel that in general, a great deal too much fifth-rate "detective"-type rubbish sees the light of day). A horror of this kind, happily unknown to me before today, was a 2018 BBC detective show set in Stratford in Shakespeare's time, called Shakespeare and Hathaway, Private Investigators. Another litterateur of times past, whom poor-quality authors seem to have a compulsion to turn into a detective: is Jane Austen (to whose writing I am allergic). There's a lady who has written a considerable sequence of such tripe -- which heaven preserve me from ever having to read -- starring Ms. Austen; one of which has a setting of J.A. staying with her brother and his family in Godmersham, Kent (between Canterbury and Ashford).