Night at the Mocking Widow – Carter Dickson (1950)

nightatmockingwidowIf you’ve read my reviews up to now, you know that I haven’t shied away from the supposedly weaker Carr titles.  The Problem of the Wire Cage – loved it.  Death Watch – I wish every Carr book was that good.  Below Suspicion – I have no clue why people dislike it.  Seeing is Believing – ridiculous ending but otherwise a strong title.  Panic in Box C – mmm, it meandered here and there with Carr’s love for trivia, but overall it was decent.  And then of course, The Hungry Goblin – not a book to enthusiastically recommend, but an enjoyable Carr historical.

Naturally, my enjoyment of these supposedly weaker titles has me second guessing myself.  Am I an unabashed JDC fanboy, so blinded by the enjoyment of a few good reads that I’m willing to choke down any mediocre swill the author felt fit to put to page?  Of course not – at least that’s what I tell myself.

Well, I hate to say it, but I’ve finally met my match.  As much as I wanted to love her, there isn’t much to appreciate about the Mocking Widow.  The comedy is bad, the characters are Carr’s shallowest, the plot feels disjointed, the mystery is meh, and the whole read feels like a phoned in facade.

It’s unfortunate because it sounds good on paper – John Dickson Carr does a small village poison pen mystery!  The town of Stoke Druid seems idyllic enough on the surface, but paranoia runs throughout.  Someone has been sending vicious letters to the inhabitants, threatening to spill secrets both true and fictitious.  The notes are signed The Mocking Widow – a reference to the most prominent stone of a towering rock formation near the village.  The Widow has taken her toll on the villagers, and not just through the spread of gossip and blackmail.  A young woman appears to have committed suicide due to the nasty accusations flung at her.  Fortunately, there is a visitor in town – Sir Henry Merrivale – called in by an acquaintance to solve the case.

Bleh.  Well, maybe it sounds ok on the surface.  The trouble is that Carr doesn’t make the story come to life.  It jolts along even from the start, coming across as “hey guys, I’m doing a poison pen mystery!”  The subject of poison pen letters is thrust out plainly and abruptly, rather than letting the scenario unfold naturally.  We rarely encounter a character receiving, consuming, or even reacting to the letters.  Rather, we’re simply told that the town is being blanketed with them and the occupants are too scandalized to say a word.

It doesn’t help that the characters are paper thin.  The men are defined solely by their occupation, while the woman are recognizable merely by the men they are/aren’t romantically interested in.

The weakness might be that Carr attempts to let the story unfold in a dispersed village narrative and his writing style just doesn’t fit well.  The typical Carr story, as you may have noticed, is experienced from the perspective of a single character.  The mild gentry swept along in the excitement of the murder investigation, watching the detectives work their magic and marveling at the mystery.  In extremely rare cases, the story might jump to follow another character, but these exceptions are extraordinary enough that they’re usually worth commenting on.

Few would claims that Carr writes deeply compelling characters – in fact, his few triumphs in that dimension (He Who Whispers, She Died a Lady, Till Death Do Us Part) are rarely reviewed without emphasis on the memorable cast.  His standard lead character is slightly generic and thin, but over the course of a novel you find the soul and through it experience the depths of others.

In Night at the Mocking Widow, the narrative is constantly switching perspectives, following one character after another.  With such brief encounters, the village inhabitants never have a chance to catch hold.  You have the the colonel, the vicar, the woman interested in the vicar, the woman that the vicar is interested in, the 14 year old…  In some cases, we get a personality trait beyond the occupation.  The butcher is always angry.  The shoemaker is an atheist.  We never see much more than that.  The result is that the poison pen plot lacks any real impact on the villager’s lives.

The mystery stews along at a mild simmer with HM grunting at seemingly innocent comments and remarking that he’s terribly worried.  Things start to look promising about midway through the novel.  The Widow leaves a threatening letter for one of the characters, promising “I shall call on you in your bedroom at a little before midnight on Sunday.  It will not matter, of course, if you are guarded.”  This provides the launching point for an interesting meta discussion on locked room mysteries – how would you prevent one if you knew that it was coming?  This is the one bright spot for the book, with the characters, including HM, debating a strategy for catching the villain in the act.  Despite their precautions and guards at every conceivable entrance, The Widow makes it in and out of the room – unseen by all but the targeted occupant.

This had all of the potential to play out as one of Carr’s better locked room mysteries.  Again though, the distributed nature of the narrative causes the mind boggling impossibility to be swept aside.  We experience the locked room from HM’s point of view, but then the book jumps away to follow other characters concerned with other plot lines, resulting in the impossibility getting watered down.  The rest of the novel focuses either on the core poison pen mystery, or follows Merrivale through a series of slapstick antics.

And antics there are a-plenty.  We get HM chasing a runaway suitcase through town, handing out cigars to children, stomping on a hat, and a particularly appalling scene in which he dresses up as a native American chief for a town festival.  With 20 pages left in the book, when I should typically be sweatily flipping through an epic denouncement, I’m stuck reading about Merrivale engaged in a mud ball fight with a bishop.

The solution, when it comes, is rushed into twelve pages.  All the better that it is short, because it features some of Carr’s thinest evidence.  We get no forehead slapping moments, no multi-layered intricacies woven in throughout the plot.  The “clues” that Merrivale uses to identify the culprit are mostly of the “it seemed kind of odd when you made this comment” variety.  The solution to the locked room mystery is just plain silly.

And yet, days later, there is something to that locked room solution.  If it had been embedded with care into a well written short story, it could verge on being excellent.  I’m skeptical that it could really work, but there is a nice air-tightness to how the trick was performed.  Unfortunately, Night at the Mocking Widow didn’t provide the habitat for that particular puzzle to really shine.

Perhaps this was an experiment in writing that just didn’t play out.  Carr followed with The Devil in Velvet and The Nine Wrong Answers, both highly lauded books.  He still obviously had the skill to craft a riveting tale, and quite a few more were yet to come.

29 thoughts on “Night at the Mocking Widow – Carter Dickson (1950)”

  1. Sadly, this book was part of a parcel I bought through eBay . . . so it’s sitting there on my bookshelf waiting to be read. And it looks like it will have to wait for a very long time . . . 🙂

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    1. I’ve actually been curious about what you would make of it. I somewhat got the sense that Carr was trying to pull off a Christie-style village plot, although I’m inexperienced there so I accept I’m jumping to conclusions. Several reviews and comments that I’ve read actually commented that the first 2/3rds was quite well plotted, which completely contradicts my take on that matter.


  2. I think this is one of the Carrs that I haven’t read. Despite the fact that you clearly disliked it so much, I must see if I can lay hands on a copy. And many thanks for making me smile.


  3. I won’t try to defend this one; although I think a little more highly of the poison pen plot, I’m completely uninterested in HM’s squalid and farcical antics. And I agree, the solution to the locked room mystery is just plain silly. And if you think about it, I don’t really think it would work the way it’s described. The young woman would have had to have been awfully … distracted.
    I’ll suggest, though, that perhaps JDC was trying to lower the stakes a bit by not making the basis of this piece a murder plot. I’ve complained before about his earlier tendency to go from ghastly violence to drunken farce within the same chapter (The Blind Barber) because the contrast is so huge; here, the contrast is somewhat more gentle and you might actually think the comedy was more appropriate. I didn’t, but you might. 😉


  4. Only thing I really remember about this one is the locked room trick, which is pretty silly, but Carr deserves some praise for creating a situation that makes the explanation somewhat acceptable. Under different circumstances, this simply would not have worked on any normal human being with measurable brain activity.

    So, yes, it’s a silly and stupid trick. However, Carr tried to make it sound as plausible as possible and if you really want to appreciate what he did with this trick, you compare his locked room solution to a truly abysmal short story, “Doctor Mera’s Mysterious Crimes,” collected in The Edogawa Rampo Reader, which had a similar trick – except Rampo never made an attempt to make it believable. You can only laugh at the story and the notion that any human being could be lured to their death in such a way.


  5. If also just bought this one second hand, a nice copy as well, but if you didn’t like it then it must be bad! In a way its reviews like this that make me want to read a lesser Carr novel, just to see where it went wrong.


      1. Coming late to this discussion, but it would be interesting to have a “What’s the worst Carr?” discussion, it being understood commenters on this site all like his books in general. For me it’s (no spoilers) The Cavalier’s Cup, because so much of it is supposed to be funny and none of it is. On the other hand, the actual mystery and solution are OK. Mocking Widow wins my “worst solution to the impossible crime” prize. And the most boring? Deadly Hall should have been called Deadly Dull.

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        1. I’ll definitely be doing a “worst Carr” list eventually, although honestly, at this point, Night at the Mocking Widow is the only book that I feel is bad. There are others that have weaknesses that will vie for a place on the ultimate list, although each also has their own charms:

          Dark of the Moon – this was somewhat of a chore to read as it plodded and meandered along. However, I found the ending to be absolutely shocking, so it earns quite a few points back.

          The Lost Gallows – this isn’t really bad, there just wasn’t really much there that captured my imagination. The various “impossibilities” were tenuous, but I’ll give it points for being well written and sporting a thrilling finale.

          My Late Wives – the setup of the mystery is excellent, but unfortunately it didn’t follow through on its potential. This is later period Merrivale, and so the comedy was too slapstick for my taste.

          Panic in Box C – not really bad in any sense, but at this point in his career, Carr was much better at writing a historical than a series novel. Fell is a caricature of his former self, the puzzle and solution are mid grade, and it’s all stretched out by too much trivia.


    1. Have you read The Cavalier’s Cup? If not, be warned – if you don’t like late-Merrivale slapstick, there are long stretches you’re not going to enjoy at all. The secret of the locked room is not bad, though.

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      1. I have always been attracted to Cavalier’s cup for the mystery, but yes I have heard of the terrible slapstick and streams of political streams of consciousness. In a way makes me look forward to it more!


      2. thereaderiswarned, I had forgotten the political stuff, but yeah, it intrudes more in Cup than in any other Carr book. I read a review by Anthony Boucher that said, approximately, “There is the occasional page that does not contain a bitter diatribe against the Labour Party.” That was an exaggeration, but you get the idea.


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