The sudden death of a university lecturer during the course of a public speech in Death's Bright Dart leads Dr. Davie to investigate the speaker's murky past and production methods and use of arrow poisons. This one involves some tricky calculating of the college's geography that I found confusing, although there is a map to help figure it out. Grade: B for the mystery, Grade A for the pleasure of Dr. Davie's company.
A Life of Mysteries
I've spent most of my life reading and collecting mystery novels. This year I've decided to read through my entire collection again. My preference is for the classic English "Golden Age" puzzle mystery, although there are many from other countries and other genres as well. I've purged the collection at times in the past, and there are some good ones I've never gotten to, so there are gaps in it, and that's fine with me. My object in this exercise is to enjoy them all over again.
V. C. Clinton-Baddeley
The sudden death of a university lecturer during the course of a public speech in Death's Bright Dart leads Dr. Davie to investigate the speaker's murky past and production methods and use of arrow poisons. This one involves some tricky calculating of the college's geography that I found confusing, although there is a map to help figure it out. Grade: B for the mystery, Grade A for the pleasure of Dr. Davie's company.
Douglas Clark
Now it's on to the work of Douglas Clark whose Scotland Yard detective team of George Masters and William Green specialize in difficult cases involving medical or pharmaceutical issues. Although Masters and Green initially dislike and irritate each other, the team is so successful that the Yard won't break them up. I don't have all the books, so I'll just go with the ones I have, published from about 1970 into the 1990s.
The "Cozy" Sub-genre
The "cozy" sub-genre of mystery fiction seems to have arisen in the late 1980s or early 1990s. From my observation, they mostly seem to be pleasantly entertaining stories without much graphic violence or bloodshed. The central characters seem to be almost exclusively women who are not detectives or otherwise involved in law enforcement, most with one or more female side-kicks, and most with some vague male romantic interest in the background. Many of them involve some sort of "Ye Olde Tea Shoppe" type of business or occupation and, sadly, appear to know absolutely nothing about proper police procedure or even much about the legal system, inventing whatever they need to make their plots work.
What set me off on this rant was the Jill Churchill book I just finished re-reading, A Farewell To Yarns. At the end of that otherwise entertaining book the police detective, Mel VanDyne, 1) agrees to not arrest the suspect until after the church Christmas bazaar is over at 6:30 (no arrest warrant); 2) fails to call for backup when his police driver is out of action due to a broken wrist; 3) fails to transport a suspect to the police station for questioning; 4) uses a civilian to witness a suspect's confession; 5) then allows that suspect to move around the house without escort (no search warrant, either); and 6) fails to notice enough bath water running for the suspect to drown. There are undoubtedly more, but those are more than enough to get him fired for incompetence and worse yet, annoy me.
I will probably be adding to this post as I encounter other "cozies" as I progress through my collection, sigh.
Jill Churchill
Agatha Christie--The Seven Deadly Sins
I had never heard of this before, but recently ran across a reference to the theme of the Seven Deadly Sins in some of Agatha Christie's mystery novels. The sins, in order of appearance are Pride, Lust, Wrath, Sloth, Envy, Gluttony and Avarice. The novels that portray these sins are The ABC Murders, Evil Under the Sun, Five Little Pigs (Murder in Retrospect), Sparkling Cyanide (Remembered Death), A Murder Is Announced, At Bertram's Hotel, and Endless Night.
I'm not sure I agree that these particular books represent each sin attributed to it, so I'll try to remember to examine each one as I read it with that in mind.
I guess I could agree that Pride plays an important role in The ABC Murders. The murderer is so suffused with pride in his own abilities and a xenophobic contempt for anyone not British, that it leads him to challenge Poirot publicly to catch him and continues to taunt him throughout the book.
The next sin, Lust, is embodied by the murder victim, a beautiful woman who will stop at nothing in the pursuit of the object of her lust in Evil Under the Sun.
Five Little Pigs is the vehicle for Wrath, although the use of poison seems unusual; you might expect Wrath to express itself with a sudden, impulsive or violent action, rather than a more calculating one such as the use of poison.
Sloth is supposed to be the sin of Sparkling Cyanide (alternate title: Remembered Death). That one is kind of a stretch, although Christie does give sufficient clues to the solution.
Envy is the deadly sin of A Murder Is Announced. I think I can agree with this one; years of thwarted ambition could make the murderer envious of someone who was able to exercise their talents to achieve their ambitions, particularly when there is a huge amount of money at stake.
The sin At Bertram's Hotel is Gluttony, although not illustrated in quite the usual context of food that gluttony usually occurs.
I think I stuck with Endless Night long enough to agree that it's fair to say that Avarice is the sin illustrated there.
Agatha Christie--Miss Marple
Updated 2 Nov 2024
Miss Jane Marple an elderly, white-haired spinster living quietly in the placid English village of St. Mary Meade, makes her debut in 1928 in the short story "The Tuesday Night Club" in which a group of six people take turns telling stories of mysterious events which only the story teller knows the outcome. Miss Marple surprisingly is the best of the lot of them, coming up with the correct solution every time.
Miss Marple herself does not find this odd because she believes that human nature is pretty much the same everywhere and that people tend to behave in predictable patterns. She uses everyday, commonplace events from village life to discern these patterns of human behavior and solve the mysteries.
We learn more about Miss Marple and the village of St. Mary Meade and its inhabitants in Murder At The Vicarage when she helps the police identify the perpetrator of the murder of Colonel Protheroe. One of my favorite Miss Marple books is The Moving Finger, set in a peaceful English village beset with the venom spread by an anonymous letter writer. The vicar's wife decides to call in a specialist in human wickedness to sort it out and summons Miss Marple, who does just that.
In re-reading these books, I found it interesting that Agatha Christie took care to keep her social environment up to date, with solitary villages giving way to sprawling suburban housing developments and rail and bus transport losing out to a culture largely dependent on automobile transportation, but that Miss Marple is able to take it all in her stride and continue to rely on her knowledge of human nature and behavior, no matter what the cultural context she finds it in.
Agatha Christie--Hercule Poirot
Updated 18 March 2024
Please note that there will be spoilers in this section.
Agatha Christie's detective Hercule Poirot is introduced in The Mysterious Affair At Styles, published in 1920, as a retired Belgian police detective, in England as a refugee during World War I. As a detective, Poirot is the antithesis of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes; Holmes is tall and athletic, Poirot is short and roundish, with an egg-shaped head. Holmes is active, throwing himself on the ground to examine footprints or cigar ashes; Poirot prefers to sit quietly in his chair and let the famous "little gray cells" of his brain unravel the mystery.
Like the Sherlock Holmes stories, Christie starts Poirot out with an equivalent of Dr. John Watson, narrator of the Holmes stories; in this case the sidekick is Captain Arthur Hastings. Hastings tends to be a romantic with an inflated view of his own detective abilities, a bit contemptuous of Poirot's inclination to sit back and think things through rather than actively chase after clues. Hastings' inability to keep anything that passes through his mind concealed justifies Poirot's keeping his "little ideas" to himself until he arranges the denouement; every clue is shown to Hastings and to the reader, but the deductions from those clues are only revealed at the end. Christie evidently decided after Styles and the short stories in Poirot Investigates that Poirot did not need a Watson, or perhaps she found Hastings to be as irritating as I did, and marries him off in The Mystery of the Blue Train and sends him off to herd cattle in Argentina.
And then comes her masterpiece, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. In that book, there is again a narrator, Dr. James Sheppard, who works closely with Poirot on the case and who, along with the reader, is shown every clue that Poirot finds. The difference with this book is that Dr. Sheppard is not merely a new (and slightly better) version of Watson, but Dr. Sheppard is himself the murderer. This conclusion outraged readers when the book was published in 1926 on the grounds that it violated one of the canons of Golden Age detective fiction., that is, that the murderer must not be anyone whose thoughts the reader has been allowed to follow, and that the detective himself must not be the murderer. Christie, through Poirot's explanation, points out how carefully each item in the indictment of Dr. Sheppard has been laid out in his own narrative, including the significant time gaps and the fact that the doctor had taken his black medical bag along to dinner with Ackroyd and left it in the hall outside the study. I think part of the reason we feel somewhat cheated by this ending is that we readers have been adroitly led down the garden path by Agatha Christie, who has allowed us to slip comfortably back into the familiar Watson-as-trusted-friend-and-narrator convention, until we finally realize we have been bamboozled by this very convention. Of course, it all under scores Poirot's frequent saying, "Me, I suspect everyone." And so should we.
I groaned when I saw that The Big Four was the next book on the list; I contemplated either just skipping it or at least skimming it. It had two strikes against it: number one, it involved a gang of four international super criminals who are attempting to achieve world domination; number two, Christie brought back Captain Hastings as the narrator. I decided to stick it out and continue reading it, and was surprised to find that it was better than I remembered it to be. In fact, Christie adroitly uses Hastings tendency to blurt out anything that comes to his mind, and has Poirot use this characteristic to bring about the ultimate show down with the gang.
After bringing Hastings back to narrate several more books (Peril At End House; Lord Edgeware Dies), Christie finally sends him back to Argentina, and Poirot is once again on his own, although usually there is another character with whom he discusses the case. One of these is Mr. Satterthwaite, who is one of the guests present, along with Poirot, at Sir Charles Cartwright's cocktail party where an inoffensive elderly clergyman is poisoned in Murder In Three Acts. Mr. Satterthwaite, a devoted theater goer, observes life as if it's being played on the stage. Toward the end of the case, he makes an interesting observation and finally asks Poirot why he, who can speak flawless, idiomatic English if and when he choses to do so, persists in speaking broken English and often pretends to be unfamiliar with English words or idioms.
Poirot laughed. "Ah, I will explain. It is true that I can speak the exact, the idiomatic English. But, my friend, to speak the broken English is an enormous asset. It leads people to despise you. They say, 'A foreigner; he can't even speak English properly.' it is not my policy to terrify people; instead, I invite their gentle ridicule. Also I boast! An Englishman he says often, 'A fellow who thinks as much of himself as that cannot be worth much.' That is the English point of view. It is not at all true. And so, you see, I put people off their guard. Besides," he added, "it has become a habit."
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