Man, I must have been in some sort of funk. Saturday morning rolls around, and it’s time to pick my read for the weekend, and there just wasn’t anything on my shelves that was jumping out at me. Normally I’d spend my Friday evening peaking through the numerous To Be Read piles littering my desk and scanning my book shelves for the next read. For some reason I just wasn’t feeling it this time. Pick back up with John Dickson Carr or Agatha Christie? Not today. Maybe dig into Henry Wade, R Austin Freeman, or Freeman Wills Crofts? Nah. How about Herbert Brean or Theodore Roscoe? Those are guaranteed good reads. Norman Berrow, Anthony Boucher, Rupert Benny, Anthony Berkeley….? How about one of those honkaku impossible crimes? They’re always incredibly fun.
I don’t get why, but none of it seemed particularly exciting. Even the guarantee of a smashing time with Paul Halter didn’t get me wound up. I went with that choice anyway, and selected The Phantom Passage, a story that’s garnered some recommendations and I’ve been meaning to get around to. Damned if I didn’t make it thirty pages in before my passion for reading was fully ablaze.
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After a nearly 10 year gap following Below Suspicion (1949), John Dickson Carr’s best series detective Gideon Fell returned for a final run of five novels starting with The Dead Man’s Knock in 1958 and stretching through Dark of the Moon in 1967. Consider that a similar span of time towards the beginning of his career would see the author produce three times that many Fell novels, and you can kind of sense that Carr’s heart wasn’t with the great detective.
Well, obviously. Carr had spent the past decade going all in on the historical mystery genre, and his few contributions to the contemporary impossible crimes on which he had built his name feel more like something he was nudged into by his publishers. The Dead Man’s Knock isn’t worth reading. Panic in Box C is passable, but a chore due to all of the tangents Carr goes on. Dark of the Moon is a meandering mess that at least features an interesting impossible crime and a somewhat shocking reversal of expectation. His historical mysteries from the same period are actually pretty good, with the exception of Scandal at High Chimneys (released a year before In Spite of Thunder). But the contemporary stuff? Nah.
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The Shade of Time has always been somewhat of a legend to me. It’s a book that receives few reviews, and yet it somehow obtained a slot in Roland Lacourbe’s list of top locked room mysteries. It isn’t easy to find either, at least in the price range that I’m willing to pay for a book that I know so little about. After years of hunting, I’ve never seen it come in for less than $20.
“Don’t spend $20 on it”, I recall JJ from The Invisible Event telling me, crushing my dreams of a long lost impossible crime masterpiece (do you hear me JJ? You crushed my dreams!). A few others pitched in a similar opinion, and I had to settle for the reality that this legendary book long sought after just wasn’t going to live up to my expectations.
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Carolyn Wells wrote an absurd number of books in a career spanning the first four decades of the twentieth century. One might get a bit nervous about the quality of an author who produced 170 novels, but I’ve seen Wells’ name associated with impossible crimes enough that I let curiosity get the best of me. Poking around the web suggested that the curiously titled Raspberry Jam might be one of her top five mysteries, and so I took a chance on a steal of an ancient but readably preserved edition.
We’re introduced to Eunice and Sanford Embury, a young couple with plenty of dough, temporarily housing zany Aunt Abby in their Manhattan apartment. Sanford will eventually end up murdered in a thoroughly locked room, but that doesn’t happen until midway through the book, and there’s a lot to unpack before we get there.
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One of the highlights of my reading in 2020 was Four Corners Volume One, a collection of short mysteries by Theodore Roscoe. The stories take place in the small town of Four Corners, located in the mountains of upstate New York. There’s a definite vibe of Ellery Queen’s Wrightsville novels, although Roscoe’s were published half a decade earlier and are far richer. The tales of Four Corners are more stories than mysteries, and although my own description there probably wouldn’t excite me to read it, what outstanding stories they are.
I wondered at the time if there would ever be a second collection of the series, and have to admit that I skeptically assumed it would never come to be. Imagine my shock when I stumbled upon Four Corners Volume Two while trawling for other Roscoe works. By some coincidence it had been released a week or so earlier, even though I hadn’t heard a peep about it.
Continue reading “Ghoul’s Paradise – Theodore Roscoe (1938)”
One (me) could be forgiven (I am) for retitling this book “The Case of the Vandalized Clothes and Floor”, because I’ll be damned if that isn’t what the first two thirds of this novel focuses on. Oh, don’t get me wrong, you’ll get your “Sealed Room Murder”, and it will be a doozy, but you’ll put your time in until you get it. For such a no holds barred smack me down title, Rupert Penny takes his sweet time in getting to what you’re looking for.
Fortunately for Penny, he’s one of the better writers of the Golden Age. Yeah, you’ll sit through 139 pages of nothing to do with a locked room mystery, but I’ll read anything by an author that can make this out of a character introduction:
“Mrs Harriet Steele, while she lived, was above all a thing of flesh and blood, a solid animate mass which ate and slept and rose unrepentant, which dyed its hair and plagued its associates and weighed thirteen stone seven in its unimaginable nudity.”
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When I think of modern day novels brimming with audacious impossible crimes, my mind immediately goes to either French author Paul Halter or the honkaku style of Japan. Apparently China should be just as much in the running. Szu Yen Lin’s Death in the House of Rain may be the most balls to the wall effort I’ve read to date.
I coincidentally read a short story by Szu Yen Lin a few weeks ago. The Miracle on Christmas Eve, collected in The Realm of the Impossible, seemed like a reasonable winter read and delivered a heartwarming twist on the locked room. Well, Death in the House of Rain is The Miracle on Christmas Eve’s sadistic cousin. It’s a dark tale boasting no less than seven victims, and the means they are dispatched in are more brutal (although not necessarily graphic) than your standard GAD-style fare. Top that off with four locked room murders, and this is a breathtaking read.
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It took me a long long time to track down a well priced copy of Mr Splitfoot. I haven’t been that enamored by Helen McCloy so far, but you’ll never see me pass up a “room that kills” mystery. Ah, the room that kills… It sits there silently, waiting for centuries, occasionally producing the corpse of someone foolish enough to sleep within its walls. I love the gimmick because you’re almost assured a locked room murder, but you also have the riddle of how the mysterious deaths could be repeated across dozens of decades. Sure, someone may have pulled off some clever murder 80 years ago, but how is it connected to the deaths of today? Did someone discover a long lost trick?
I started reading this book back in August, but shelved it a few pages in when I realized it was a perfect holiday read. This is one of those books where you feel the cold air, see the snow, and hear that uncanny silent nothingness of white covered mountains. Well, yep, it worked a lot better in late December than in the merciless peak of summer, plus, this book is absolutely amazing.
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It’s as if Hake Talbot wrote this story just for me. From the very first page this was a dark brooding read, and as the chapters unfolded, there were all of the other tropes that I love the most. It’s rare that I find a story that truly fires on all cylinders, and The Hangman’s Handyman is one of them.
To begin with, we have a jam thick atmosphere, as we find ourselves stranded on a small coastal Carolina island during a raging storm. The inhabitants of the lone house are gathered by the fire discussing an old family legend. Their host inexplicably drops dead before their eyes, struck down at the moment that his brother utters a fabled curse. Poison seems like the only possible explanation, but how was it timed so perfectly? And how has the body decayed so drastically just a few hours after death?
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I’ve been wanting to get back to Norman Berrow ever since I read The Footprints of Satan last year; an astounding impossible crime with one of the most satisfying solutions that I had read in a long time. It’s unfathomable that I’ve let a year go by, but the Berrow books always ended up getting passed up for my most recent acquisition of the moment. Of course, it didn’t help that I only have a few of them in my library, but rest assured, that number will be doubling come Christmas.
The Three Tiers of Fantasy is escapism at its finest. Berrow delivers what are essentially three impossible crime novelettes stitched together, although that’s a disservice to the fact that this is very much a story as a whole. This feels like a longish book (always hard to tell with these modern reprints, with the different form factor and all), and yet with three very unique set ups and investigations, there’s never even a hint of the story dragging.
Continue reading “The Three Tiers of Fantasy – Norman Berrow (1949)”