The Man in the Queue (1929) by Gordon Daviot (Joesephine Tey).
Tey’s first detective novel, featuring Inspector Alan Grant, and her most
conventional. A rather feeble man queues patiently at the theatre and suddenly
drops down dead, a stiletto lodged in his back. Grant, who is both a policeman
and a gentleman amateur, calls on his colourful network of allies to track down
the guilty party. Great fun, and the series only gets better.
Crime in Lepers’ Hollow (1952) by George Bellairs. Inspector
Littlejohn is on hoiliday, at something of a loose end – but not for long. Soon
he is mixed up in a murder and embroiled in a family saga. I found the book
okay; it’s relatively dark and relatively readable, and has all the
eccentricities we might expect from Bellairs. But it’s not one of his best,
perhaps because of the very slow start.
Detectionary (1977), edited by Otto Penzler, Chris Steinbrunner,
and Marvin Lachman. This is a really useful resource, listing and
describing major characters, writers, titles, and adaptations. Sadly, it is not
exhaustive, and I don’t believe it’s been updated, but it’s still thoroughly
useful. And it’s interesting – it’s strange to see which characters were
considered major and which were not, forty years ago.
The Back Passage (2006) by James Lear. A gay erotic tribute to
the country house mystery. Set in the 1920s and replete with secret passages (ho
ho ho), class stereotypes, and petites
morts. While it sounds like a fun idea, the author isn’t quite able to
merge the crime plot with erotic elements, so the two strands of the novel jar with
one another. This is a shame, because in his ‘straight’ gay novels, written as
Rupert Smith, he manages to synchronise sex and plot very well.
The Spectrum of English Murder (2015) by Curtis Evans. This
book explores the crime fiction of Henry Wade (Lancelot Aubrey-Fletcher) and
G.D.H. and Margaret Cole, who occupied firm positions on the right and the left
of British politics respectively. Evans has an insightful and diligent approach,
making his subjects come alive, and illuminating their under-valued crime
fiction.
Been ages since I've read any Tey (though I did nearly call my cat that). Thanks for the timely reminder. Tey is definitely a writer who avoids easy categorisation in terms of her writing style. Bit like Ethel Lina White in that respect.
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