(1886-1975) "Compose yourself, Archie. Why taunt me? Why upbraid me? I am merely a genius, not a god." — Nero Wolfe humbly confesses, in Fer-de-Lance. At first glance, Rex Stout's Nero Wolfe might seem out of place among the hard-bitten, world-weary, pavement-pounding P.I.s to which this site is usually devoted. Massively overweight, a cranky, agoraphobic and … Continue reading Rex Stout →