I can’t think of a book that would be more difficult to give my opinion on than this one. Well, maybe one aspect is clear cut: The Red Right Hand is a smashing success and I can’t imagine a reader not gobbling up the final dozen or so pages. Hands down, you should absolutely read this book.
But it gets muddy in discussing exactly why it’s a success, and it’s even trickier to discuss the shortcomings. I’ve had enough books spoiled for me by ham handed reviews or the accompanying comments, and I’d hate to do that to you. So, if you haven’t read this, here’s my attempt at a sensitive blurb.
Man, when I came across a Popular Library paperback edition of Cottage Sinister by Q Patrick for a mere eight bucks… straight to the top of the pile. This is the first published novel by the writing collective known as Q Patrick, Patrick Quentin, and Jonathan Stagge (in this case, the early incarnation made up of Richard Webb and Martha Kelley). I’ve read one book published under each name up to now, and it was only 1939’s Q Patrick offering of Death and the Maiden that actually left me spinning. Now I rewind eight years to the first Q Patrick title – Cottage Sinister.
I’ll admit it, I was a bit thrown at first. All of the Patrick Quentin (as the collective is most commonly known) novels I’ve read up to this point have been set in the US and are thoroughly what I’d consider US Golden Age mysteries. The UK cottage setting of Cottage Sinister caught me off guard, and there was a clumsiness to the presentation of English village mystery tropes. Had these people ever actually even been to England?
A man wakes up from a drugged stupor to the sound of incessant pounding at the door. He finds himself inside a room thoroughly locked from the inside, accompanied by a deceased occupant stabbed through the heart. No, this isn’t a review of John Dickson Carr’s The Judas Window, but like me, you may find yourself curious to see what another author could do with the same premise.
This isn’t the first time I’ve been intrigued by a Carr copy cat. The Five Matchboxes by John Russell Fearn duplicates the setup of Carr’s classic The Ten Teacups, although aside from the significance of the matchboxes, I can’t remember much of that one. It’s a tall order to attempt to play off of one of the best in the business – I mean, is Hugh Holman actually going to provide a solution to the problem that’s better than The Judas Window?
I really didn’t think I’d ever get a chance to read this one. It first came to my attention on the fantastic page A Locked Room Library, a goto source for must read locked room titles. Scroll past the 1981 ranking of top 15 locked room mystery novels, and About the Murder of a Startled Lady is the alphabetical first on a list of 99 other titles to read. It’s a gorgeous vintage cover, and it caught my eye immediately. The problem is, it’s damn expensive. After several years of hunting, I’d given up ever getting my hands on the elusive title. And then, in an odd turn of luck, I stumbled upon the exact Avon Books edition that I had so desperately sought, a steal for a mere eight dollars (which is about the max that I’d pay for a paperback of this era anyway).
It’s a bit strange that About the Murder of a Startled Lady made an impossible crime list, as I don’t know that I’d quite classify it as such. We’re given an enticing premise: during a seance, Aa psychic projects the spectral voice of a young woman, relaying how she was killed, chopped up, and placed into box that was then thrown into a harbor. A body is indeed found at the location, and the details are accurate down to the bullet still lodged in the skull. And yet, if you pause and think about it, there are two plausible scenarios that immediately come to mind. The fact that the psychic isn’t immediately charged with murder may be the real mystery here, but hey, this is Golden Age, so we’ll have some fun the set up.
Well, I guess I’ll be reading everything Henry Wade ever wrote.I mean, I’ve heard that some of his work isn’t all that great, but man, Heir Presumptive is the type of novel that’ll leave you forever searching for another taste.And I’ve had it for years, just wasting away at the bottom of some neglected pile of books that I excitedly bought, but then didn’t excitedly read.Thankfully a glowing review over at The Invisible Event led to me rescuing the book and placing it in the main To Be Read stack… where it sat for another eight months.
But, it has now been read, and I am a full Henry Wade convert.This is the book that you just never want to end.There isn’t much of a hook for me to dangle for you – Heir Presumptive is a fairly straight forward inverted mystery – which is why it’s all the more amazing that I lapped up every page.
I know I’ve read several reviews of Home Sweet Homicide, but it was a post over at The Invisible Event that made me decide to try out Craig Rice.Once I laid my eyes on this 1946 Pocket Books edition with a gorgeous cover (which is completely unrepresentative of anything that actually happens in the story, mind you), I knew I had to have it.
This is a bit of a strange one for me to describe.I suppose a conventional description would focus on the murder of Flora Sanford, found dead in her home shortly after neighbors heard two shots.And yet that murder – which certainly forms the backbone of the story – never really comes to life.Rather, it’s the amateur investigation led by three children who decide to play detective that I find myself wanting to focus on.Because really, that’s what this book is about; the antics of three rascals going through unbelievable lengths to solve a crime and match their mother up with a bachelor detective assigned to the case.
To be clear, this isn’t The Case Book of Ellery Queen, a short story collection published in 1945.Rather, this is a strange bit of history that I stumbled upon as part of a bulk Queen purchase a while back – a Reader’s Digest booklet featuring a collection of Ellery Queen stories.It clocks in at a mere 48 pages, and given that it contains five stories, you can take the “condensed by permission” note on the copyright leaf at more than face value.
Or can you?The original stories, gathered in Queen’s Bureau of Investigations (QBI) and Queen’s Experiments in Detection (QED) are already brief affairs, most running in the range of six pages each.Imagine that compressed down a bit, and The Ellery Queen Casebook is a breakneck tattoo of mysteries, with solutions being offered up while the paint is still wet on each premise.
Murder on the Way opened a door for me to Theodore Roscoe, a gifted writer who can paint a scene as well as the best of them.I come to these books for the mysteries, but really, there are authors like John Dickson Carr and Roscoe who can turn a story into a canvas, filling in the gaps between what is merely said and done, rendering scenes that your senses experience.Roscoe’s one of those authors that you come away wanting to read more of, not so much because of the clever puzzle and twist, but because of the pure story.
Luckily I already had another of Roscoe’s titles on deck: Four Corners, a collection of short stories published in Argosy magazine during the late 30s and brought back to life by Altus Press.The publisher has released a number of Roscoe’s works over the past few years, although most seem to concern adventures – tales of the foreign legion and far flung lands.A review at Beneath the Stains of Time confirmed that Four Corners belongs to the mystery camp, and so it seemed like a natural candidate for the gift list.
I became aware of Hugh Holman through a review of Up This Crooked Way over at Beneath the Stains of Time.Holman produced six detective novels, and from the meager details I can find online, it appears that some of them may feature an impossible crime.An affordably priced copy of the Hangman’s House edition of Death Like Thunder was too good to pass up, with a stellar cover and the feel of a well worn baseball mitt.
Death Like Thunder opens with New York City radio script writer Mike Leiter arriving in small town South Carolina in search of inspiration for his flagging mystery series.He finds that inspiration within the first dozen pages, but not in the way that he might have liked.A man is shot in a darkened room full of witnesses during a blackout, and when the lights come on, Leiter finds himself with the murder weapon in his hand.
I’ve been in desperate need of a British mystery.There’s just something about a Golden Age story set in England that checks all of the boxes.Yeah, you can have an exceptional mystery set elsewhere, but it’s that combination of British setting and the accompanying mid-century mannerisms that take me to a certain place. I realize that this view may not resonate with my friends on the other side of the pond, but there’s something that a British mystery stirs in me that will never be captured by their American brethren, whether set on the streets of NYC, or in the bucolic hills of New England.
I’ve been reading some solid stories lately, but with all being set in the US, I’ve hungered for a British read.I even have this whole stack of “I need to read this next!!!” books, that for some reason are all bound to The States.I really want to read them, but first…