|From the New Yorker Magazine|
as a result of the British mysteries I have watched:
Inspector Morse (ugh. Morse is depressed. Makes the series depressing. And then he dies.)
soon to be? Inspector Hathaway??? Make it so, PBS.
Agatha Christie's Miss Marple
Sherlock Holmes (a few of the old ones. Don't like that Sherlock. Love the newest one: Benedict Cumberbatch)
Endeavour (Covers the younger years of Inspector Morse. He is not depressed yet, apparently, and the episodes are watchable.)
And last but not even remotely least:
Poirot. But I understand all of the conversations in this series; after all, Hercules Poirot is not British (or French). He is, as he so often says when he is accused of being French, Belgian.