Welcome to The Maggie B. Casefiles
A Substack Series
Welcome to the Maggie B. Casefiles
Because someone must keep standards. Even if it’s just for jam.
Meet Magda Beckos—Magda on paper, Maggie B. in the field.
She wasn’t meant to uncover the Great Raspberry Scandal of Lower Tissington. Or the gnome turf war. Or that unsettling thing with the casserole rota. But she did. And she’s been quietly filing notes ever since.
Maggie isn’t a detective, exactly. Just a woman with a grey notebook, a background in filing systems, and a finely honed intolerance for nonsense—particularly the over-perfumed, passive-aggressive, curtain-twitching variety that flourishes in sleepy English villages.
These aren’t murders. They’re not even crimes, most of the time. But something’s always… off.
A jam that smells too plum to be raspberry.
Gnomes migrating by moonlight.
A missing biscuit tin with Queen Victoria’s face and a suspicious crumb absence.
Each incident is small. Spectacularly minor, in fact. But behind the tea trays and treaty violations, you’ll find something knottier: grief, memory, shame—or the quiet ache of trying not to care when you very much do.
The Maggie B. Casefiles are part cozy mystery, part quiet reckoning. A tribute to the rituals we keep, the stories we don’t tell, and the women who notice everything—especially when they’re pretending not to.
If you like wry humour, unspoken histories, and a heroine who carries her own pen—you’re in the right place.
Begin with a Case:
On jam, judgment, and things left to spoil.
![A Matter of Plot [Narrated]](https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!CEEB!,w_140,h_140,c_fill,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep,g_auto/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F971b08a9-67b3-4f9e-822e-ebc3415bca38_1456x816.png)
On gnomes, garden politics, and assigned positions
On loss, legacy, and the small evaporations we pretend not to notice.
On casseroles, quiet guilt, and the charity of being seen.
On decorum, treaties, and spiritual trauma
Maggie’s notebook is always open. You’re welcome to read over her shoulder.