Deadly - and a quiz at the British Library...

 

I'm back home after a flying visit to the British Library on Saturday, when I took part in Deadly, the Library's first festival dedicated to women crime writers, and organised by Bee Rowlatt. Why, you may ask, was I taking part? Well, it's a good question, but I was very glad to be invited and only sorry that other commitments meant that I couldn't be there for longer.

The event was great fun. I was asked to captain 'Team Marple', comprising myself, Victoria Dowd, and Library curator Lucy Rowland, and our opponents were 'Team Vera', comprising Henry Sutton, Nicola Upson, and Sam Blake. The quiz mistress was the top TV screenwriter Sarah Phelps, whom I'd never met before, but who proved to be very entertaining and extremely interesting to chat to.

Somehow or other, we managed to win the quiz. I'm not indulging in false modesty when I say this was down to the excellence of Lucy and Victoria, whose knowledge of tiny details of the Christie canon was deeply impressive. My main contribution was pretending to look as though I knew most of the answers.

Despite the relative lack of time (because I've just started a new Rachel Savernake novel and that is demanding a lot of attention at the moment) I was glad to have the chance of conversations not only with my fellow quizzers, but also the likes of Sophie Hannah, Ann Cleeves, and Abir Mukherjee, as well as members of the audience such as Ayo Onatade, the podcaster Joyanna, and Tina Hodgkinson (who took the above photo, which appears on her Bluesky account). Deadly was a sell-out and congratulations to Bee and everyone else who made it such a success.

Forgotten Book - The House on Tollard Ridge

The House on Tollard Ridge, first published in 1929, is regarded by some authorities as one of John Rhode's best detective novels. It is one of the two Rhode titles that was published as a green Penguin, so you might think that it's relatively easy to find. However, at the time of writing this post, only five copies on the book were on sale on Abebooks, at prices ranging from £50 (for the paperback) to over £1000 for the first American edition. 

Rhode is a highly collectible author, as these figures demonstrate, even if the reasons for his massive popularity with collectors, as compared to other, equally talented, writers has never been entirely clear to me. But there's something about his books that obviously has considerable appeal. I was extremely lucky to be offered the chance to buy the signed Detection Club copy of this book (again the American edition) from a kind person at a price that didn't break the bank, despite being rather more than the price for which it was auctioned off when, alas, the Detection Club sold its library twenty years or more ago.

The eponymous house is lonely and rather forbidding. It's the home of a wealthy man called Sam Barton, who is likeable but highly reclusive. The death of his wife and estrangement from his son have had a severe impact on him, and he has become interested in spiritualism, in the hope of making contact with his late wife 'on the other side'. So far, so very conventional in traditional detective fiction, but an up-to-the-minute touch involves Sam's interest in the wireless.

When Sam is found dead - murdered with a marline-spike - Superintendent King, a likeable and industrious country policeman, leads the investigation. He is almost as meticulous in his approach as Freeman Wills Crofts' Inspector French, and bit by bit, he builds a case against one particular individual. But when Dr Priestley takes an interest in the case, he wonders if there's more to it than meets the eye.

Rhode's technical expertise and ingenuity are central to this novel. One can see that he came up with one particular idea, no doubt deriving from his knowledge as an electrical engineer, and built a story around it. There's some decent writing in this story, but the problem with it, from my perspective, is that Rhode's lack of interest in criminal psychology means that he doesn't foreshadow the culprit's motivation and personality adequately. Viewed as a howdunit, this is a good mystery. As a whodunit, it's rather lacking in the element of surprise.

Who Killed Lamb? - 1974 TV review

I stumbled across Who Killed Lamb? on YouTube the other day. It's a TV police story dating from 1974, an hour long and self-contained, starring that excellent actor Stanley Baker as a tough Scotland Yard cop called Jamieson. He is called in to investigate the killing of a seemingly likeable businessman in his flat in Oxford.

At the time this show aired on TV, I was working in a factory, a job I hated, to earn money before I was due to go to Oxford the following October. When I got home I was usually too shattered to watch much television, which may be why I missed this one. But of course, seeing a crime story set in Oxford would have been of great interest, had I been aware of it. And bear in mind, this was the year before Colin Dexter published his very first Inspector Morse novel.

I don't know whether the writer, Anthony Skene, envisaged this as a pilot for a potential series. Quite possibly. It's striking that Scotland Yard are called in as soon as the murder is discovered - what would Morse make of that, I wonder? There are some good exterior shots of Oxford, but overall it's mainly studio-based and the production values are far, far below those of the TV incarnation of Morse. It looks like a cheaply made programme, but the cast is good. As well as Baker, we have a variety of good actors, ranging from Cheryl Hall and Peter Sallis to Dennis Lill and Barbara Leigh-Hunt.

The great merit of the screenplay is that it is pacy. The story has plenty of twists and turns, although character development is necessarily limited. Jamieson is very grumpy, for no obvious reason; Baker captures his strength and determination, but we don't really empathise with him. 

I suppose that if Jamieson had caught on as a character, the course of detective fiction and TV history might have been different. There wouldn't have been room for two Oxford-based TV series, though maybe the Scotland Yard angle might have meant that Jamieson would be seen in a variety of settings. As it is, Dexter came on to the scene, and Baker died just two years after Who Killed Lamb? aired. It's watchable, if dated, but it's not in the same league as the TV version of the Dexter stories. 

Earth to Earth by John Cornwell

Today I'm revisiting a true crime book of the past which is due to be republished in the near future; John Banville, no less, describes it as 'chilling and thrilling'. Earth to Earth won for John Cornwell the 1982 Gold Dagger for Non-Fiction and I can see why. This account of the lives and deaths of three members of an old Devonian farming family, the Luxtons, is crisp and well-told. It does leave open a number of questions, but that is, I think, preferable to the approach of those meretricious books which constantly claim to 'solve' the case of Jack the Ripper - and never do.

Frances, Robbie, and Alan Luxton were all unmarried. Alan's attempts to find himself a wife had been effectively obstructed by Robbie, who was a not particularly benevolent patriarchal figure. There were conflicting stories in the local village of Winkleigh about the Luxtons - including unsubstantiated rumours of an incestuous relationship between Frances and Robbie - and many people disliked them, though some were sympathetic. They lived isolated, claustrophobic lives until the end came in September 1975, when their bodies were found. They had all been shot and the likelihood is that Alan killed himself, prompting Robbie to kill Frances (possibly with her consent) and then himself.

It's a harrowing tale. The bleakness put me in mind of Georges Simenon (was that part of the appeal for Banville, a great Simenon fan?) What is so good about Cornwell's approach is that he gets under the skin of the enclosed community, not just at the farm, but in the village as a whole. Farming folk are often misunderstood - not least by politicians - and there is something about the nature of their life that tends to set them apart from others. But I grew up knowing farming people and I have always found them warm and generous, if you make an effort to understand their concerns and priorities.

Cornwell's approach was not universally admired - even Ted Hughes, of all people, was hostile. There is a fascinating article by Andrew Chamings which is well worth reading alongside Cornwell's book, because Chamings has an insider's perspective that Cornwell lacked. Nevertheless, Earth to Earth is an example of high calibre true crime writing and remains as interesting to read today as it was on its first appearance more than forty years ago.

Forgotten Book - The Lift and the Drop

Geoffrey Valentine Galwey, who wrote as G.V. Galwey, was one of the many people who worked in advertising who also tried their hand at writing crime novels. Galwey sounds like an interesting man and is described in his obituary in The Independent as a 'Dickensian character'. He only published three novels, but two of them were reprinted as green Penguins - quite an achievement. The Penguins aren't hard to find, though I've never seen a hardback edition of any of his books.

I was drawn to The Lift and the Drop (1948) by the blurb, which makes clear that this in an unusual variation on the 'whowasdunin' type of mystery. Here, a lift in a large office building is tampered with so that it crashes to the floor, killing several (but not all) of the passengers. Who was the villain trying to kill? A nice premise, for sure.

This novel has two strengths. First, the chief investigator, Inspector Bourne, is an intriguing, three-dimensional character. Galwey evidently enjoyed writing about him. Second, the writing generally is of a high standard, so that even when the story wanders off in unexpected (and, it must be said, not entirely satisfactory) directions, it remains pleasingly readable.

There's an insightful review by the late William F. Deeck here. I share his reservations and I think that this book is clearly the work of an amateur (but definitely talented) crime writer rather than a professional. Galwey spends too much time exploring aspects of the story that he finds interesting rather than focusing on narrative drive. The off-hand way in which the culprit's identity is an example of his casual approach. He appears to have given up writing novels after producing three books; perhaps his heart wasn't really in it. But he was someone with genuine literary gifts and although the plotting of the story doesn't live up to the potential of the premise, I enjoyed it as something a bit out of the ordinary.

The Critic - 2023 film review

The Critic is a film scripted by Patrick Marber and based on a novel from 2015 with which I'm unfamiliar, Curtain Call by Anthony Quinn. It's an intriguing drama with thriller elements, set in 1934, and dealing with interesting questions about the role and responsibilities of a critic. In this case, we're talking about a theatre critic, but similar principles apply to other forms of criticism, I'd say. And I found it thought-provoking as well as decent entertainment.

Ian McKellen plays Jimmy Erskine, a long-time critic for a right-wing tabloid newspaper. Erskine's smugness is something that McKellen conveys extremely well. He is comfortable and selfish, and despite the fact that he is a gay man in a potentially hostile environment, he is accustomed to having his own way. Things seem likely to change, however, when the newspaper baron dies and his son (played by Mark Strong, who handles a tricky role with great sensitivity) takes over.

Erskine has a history of giving negative reviews to Nina Land (Gemma Arterton) and he takes malicious pleasure in crafting his venomous words so as to inflict maximum misery on his wretched target. My feeling is that a critic's starting point should always be to try to understand what the subject of his or her criticism is trying to achieve, and make judgments accordingly, but with as much compassion as is compatible with expressing a fair and honest opinion. Erskine takes a different approach.

The plot thickens as Erskine begins to form a strange bond with Nina, only to exploit her cruelly when he finds his position threatened. Some of the crime elements of the story are plotted rather perfunctorily, I think because Marber's main interest lies in the issues he is tackling. But the story is strong enough for this not to matter too much. The excellent cast includes Lesley Manville, Alfred Enoch, Romola Garai, and Claire Skinner, all of whom do good work.

Playing Dead - a new Detection Club anthology

Everything's been in a bit of a whirl since I got home from New Zealand, and it's only today that I'm getting round to celebrating my latest publication. This is Playing Dead, an anthology of brand new short stories written by members of the Detection Club to raise funds for the Club (all contributors kindly donated their work for this purpose) and to celebrate this year's 80th birthday of our President Emeritus, Simon Brett.

Simon was my predecessor as President of the Club, and he's been extremely supportive of me since I took over from him in the latter part of 2015 - almost a decade ago, how time flies! I felt that a book of this kind (we did something similar to celebrate Peter Lovesey's 80th, and there were earlier collections to celebrate Julian Symons and H.R.F. Keating before I joined the Club) was the ideal way for us to express our appreciation of Simon.

Many of the contributors referenced Simon and his wide range of works in their stories. I did so myself in 'Sanctuary', a jokey homage to classic crime. There are stories with a political edge (of very different kinds) from Ruth Dudley Edwards and Abir Mukherjee, and a wide range of excellent, imaginative contributions from writers as different as Lynne Truss and Andrew Taylor. Peter may have given up writing novels, but his story is superb. John Harvey gives us a Charlie Resnick story, much to my delight. There is a bittersweet element to the book, however. Three of the contributors, David Stuart Davies, Catherine Aird, and Christopher Fowler, are no longer with us. But their stories are wonderful reminders of their talents.

Simon's contribution is twofold. There is a long and excellent new Charles Paris mystery, a story to be savoured. And he has included his memories of membership of the Club, which are wickedly entertaining and not to be missed.

This is a book I'm proud to have produced, following my previous Detection Club books, Motives for Murder and Howdunit.. Early reviews have been great, and I'm hugely grateful to all the Club members who helped to make this one of the Club's best collections of stories.

I'm also glad to say that Anneli Meeder of a newish independent online bookseller, Gumshoe Books, tells me that she is offering the book at a discounted price with free shipping: https://www.gumshoebooks.com/products/playing-dead-by-martin-edwards-9781448312962

 

Forgotten Book - More Dead Than Alive

Roger Ormerod (1920-2005) was a member of the first panel of crime writers in which I ever took part, in a local library in Liverpool, quite an unforgettable occasion even if it was more than three decades ago. I remember him as a pleasant, quiet individual, but I never got to know him well. We did, however, have a mutual friend in Eileen Dewhurst and I now have a copy of a book he inscribed to her, More Dead Than Alive (1980), which I feel is a pleasant memento of that long-ago evening we spent together.

Despite the clues on the dust jacket cover, I hadn't realised that this is a locked room mystery until I took a closer look at it. This was the penultimate book in his series featuring private eye David Mallin (who drives a Porsche!), and the story is narrated by Mallin's wife Elsa, but in many ways - in particular because of the focus on plot rather than character or setting - this is a book that is in the Golden Age tradition.

Elsa has been staying at Kilvennan Castle, an eerie old pile on the coast, with her old schoolfriend Clarice, who happens to be married to Konrad Klein, the renowned escapologist, whose act has fallen on hard times. Elsa forms part of a house party in the Golden Age country house tradition, but the socialising is rudely interrupted by Konrad's sudden disappearance from a closed room high above the cliffs. Has he thrown himself out? Is he pulling some kind of stunt? This is the problem that David and his business partner George have to solve.

Roger was a very different writer from, say, John Dickson Carr. Whereas Carr enveloped his puzzles in all kinds of macabre adornments, sometimes with lashings of humour, Roger had a plainer style. But there's no denying that this is an ingenious story, told at pace. The fact that the book was published by Robert Hale, who focused on the library market (he later created two new series and moved to Constable) probably meant that this one soon disappeared without trace, rather like Konrad Klein. But it deserves a better fate than Klein's.   

 

The Menu - 2022 film review

As anyone who knows me well will readily confirm, I'm not one of the world's great gourmets. Far from it. Give me a steak and ale pie with chips and I'm happy; exotic cuisine (with some exceptions, admittedly!) leaves me cold. But on one of my recent flights, I was tempted to watch The Menu by the presence of Ralph Fiennes in the lead role. Fiennes is not only a very good actor, he has a great range: I find him appealing in all the different roles he undertakes. Though he's far from likeable in this one, playing the part of that most irritating of creatures, the egotistical celebrity chef.

The premise is simple. A group of people travel by boat to a small private island for a very special meal served up by celeb chef Julian Slowik (Fiennes) and his staff. The guests are, by and large, an unappealing bunch and it soon emerges that the apparent protagonist, Tyler Ledford (Nicholas Hoult), is accompanied by someone who was not his originally intended guest. This is Margot (Anya Taylor-Joy, who was so good in The Queen's Gambit, and who is another actor of high-calibre). 

Slowik introduces each course of the dinner with a monologue - the contents of which become increasingly disturbing. There's a dramatic moment, probably the best in the whole film, where for the third course, tortillas are served which carry laser prints depicting regrettable aspects of the guests' lives. What on earth is going on?

This is a highly regarded black comedy horror film and it's certainly watchable, not least because of the quality of the lead actors. However, I feel that it's rather over-rated. The script struck me as pretty average, with a bit too much silliness, and if there was an explanation given as to why all Slowik's staff went along with his plan, it escaped me. A case of style over substance, like so many posh meals.

Joker - 2019 film review

When it comes to books and films about superheroes and supervillains, I tend to take them in small doses. Too many of them I find unable to get excited about, but every now and then they provide interesting escapism. I'd read good things about Joker, the 2019 film about the character from the Batman universe, and so I decided to give it a go. And I'm glad I did.

I first came across the Joker as a child, in the long-ago TV series in which he was played by Cesar Romero, and for some reason the character has stuck in my memory. So I was interested to see what Joaquin Phoenix would make of the role. He's a very good actor and evidently the idea was to turn traditional ideas for a movie about comic book characters on their head. That is, I think, a key reason why I found this film so interesting.

This is an origin story that seems to have very little connection to the Batman stories (although I have no expertise at all in them, or in the Batman films), but a young Adam Wayne does feature. Phoenix plays Arthur Fleck, a mentally troubled individual whose rotten treatment by society leads him inexorably towards becoming a deranged criminal.

There has been some debate about whether the film glorifies criminality and violence. I understand why some people think it might, but I don't think it does. It's more an attempt to get inside the mind of a disturbed person. Difficult to do, but the combination of a strong screenplay by director Todd Phillips and Scott Silver and an Oscar-winning performance by Phoenix makes the film compelling to watch, even if this isn't your usual cup of tea. So now I'm wondering whether to give the sequel a look. Reviews have been very mixed, but apparently it does feature 'What the World Needs Now' and 'Close to You' on the soundtrack, so surely it can't be all bad...   

Forgotten Book - A Ring of Roses

A Ring of Roses is a curiosity in more ways than one. For a start, its publishing history is extremely odd. The novel first appeared as a 'Star Original paperback' in 1977 with the author's name given as Mary Ann Ashe. Star was an imprint of the publisher W.H. Allen. As the front cover of this edition said, she was the author of Alas for Her That Met Me!, a strangely titled novel that had appeared as a 'Star Original' the previous year; this was a historical mystery, originally serialised in Woman's Realm, that was said to be the first in a series.

But later in 1977, reversing the usual way of doing things, W.H. Allen issued the book in hardback. This time the author's name was stated to be Christianna Brand. The brief career of Mary Ann Ashe was at an end. I have no idea what the thinking was. Maybe the Ashe name was a sort of reBranding exercise and either the author or publishers had second thoughts about it. If there was a cunning commercial plan, it doesn't seem very cunning: for a start, there are characters in this novel who appear in Brand's much earlier book, Cat and Mouse, so anyone well versed in Brand's work would have figured out the author's identity and probably been rather baffled. Nor does it seem to have been successful. Copies of both paperback and hardback are rare, suggesting small print runs, especially for the hardback.

I'm lucky to have a copy of the hardback which Brand inscribed thus: 'This is frankly a potboiler...it is all set in my own bit of Wales - the farmhouse is just above our cottage...' Edmund Crispin's review said carefully: 'Miss Brand has done better than this, but she still writes a tale worth telling.' But there are positive online reviews by good judges here and here.

There are some really good ingredients in this story, including the setting, and the detective character, while Brand juggles false solutions to her puzzle with her customary dexterity. Unfortunately, there are two elements that I didn't care for. First, the inclusion of American gangsters in the plot - never a good sign. Second, the way that a disabled child is referred to time and again. Perhaps the problem was that she wrote the book too fast, and primarily as a money-making exercise. A pity, because with some reworking this might have become a first-rate mystery. As it is, I see it more as an interesting oddity.

A holiday of a lifetime - Part 3

For the final part of our New Zealand odyssey, we travelled south, flying to Queenstown and then being driven to Te Anau, a small resort town on the shore of Lake Te Anau in the aptly named national park of Fiordland. Te Anau is a gateway to an area which is largely uninhabited wilderness and much favoured by adventure tourists braver than me. People will go tramping for days on end, often in the trickiest weather conditions - this is one of the wettest areas in the world. Much of Fiordland is remote in the extreme, but it was very pleasant to dine in the comfort of the hotel a couple of times with a fine view of the lake!

The trip from Te Anau to Milford Sound was dramatic and truly unforgettable. Milford Sound has been called the world's top travel destination, and Rudyard Kipling - of all people - described it as the Eighth Wonder of the World. The only way to get there, unless you're trekking, is along a long and winding road, hoping to avoid the avalanches. Vehicles are monitored to see if they are fire risk - you wouldn't want to be caught in a fire in the Homer Tunnel through the mountains, that is for sure. On our trip, in a small tour group in a van, the weather was astonishing. On the way out, the rain was absolutely torrential. As we drove along, by the roadside, there were dozens of 'pop-up' waterfalls created by the downpour. And yet, as the two-hour drive came to an end, the skies were clearing. We boarded a boat to explore the fiord that is Milford Sound, and had a picnic on board as the skies turned blue. There were dolphins and seals to be seen, though I didn't spot any whales or penguins - maybe the weather had deterred them! And on the way back, the weather had become close to idyllic - and most of those waterfalls had disappeared. There was a 'mirror lake' that looked as calm as a mill pond. But you'd never, ever find me trekking in that territory! An amazing trip - unique in my experience. We celebrated our survival with a couple of mocktails...

 

 

Next morning, a drive to the swish resort of Queenstown, via the small town of Garston (very different from its Liverpudlian counterpart and boasting the smallest 'library' I've ever seen), and another room with a fantastic view, this time of Lake Wakatipu. The long coastal walk into town took us into the Queenstown Gardens and then to the waterfront. A relaxing day, rounded off with a meal in a pub complete with Premier League football on TV (one can't be an adventurous tourist 24/7...) Next day, it was up in the Skyline Gondola (the cemetery and hospital are conveniently located nearby...) to enjoy sensational views. And then it was the final boat trip of the holiday, across to Walter Peak farm, where a fantastic barbecue, one of the best I've had, was followed by a farm show including sheep shearing and a sheepdog show. And that was our last full day in New Zealand, a country I found truly gorgeous, full of friendly and interesting people. It's very well suited to hardy, paragliding types (which I'm definitely not) but the landscape holds a universal appeal. Hugely impressive, totally memorable.

And then it was time to head back for Singapore and continue the exploration of all that it has to offer. Which is plenty. On the first visit, I'd been very taken by the Skypark and so I wanted to check out the views from the top, which was fun. After that, a truly iconic experience - afternoon tea at Raffles Hotel. This was great, and made even better by a harpist who had the good taste to serenade the tea drinkers with a Burt Bacharach tune! We went round a couple of cathedrals before taking a final walk around Marina Bay, enjoying the light show from the other side of the bay, and then heading back to the hotel to await our driver. Even in the airport lounge, there was time for one final memorable experience - my first Singapore Sling. It probably won't be my last...

 

Miss Winter in the Library with a Knife - the cover reveal

So here it is - the cover reveal for my Christmas puzzle mystery, Miss Winter in the Library with a Knife. The novel (and it is, first and foremost, a novel, with lots of clues and puzzle ingredients) will be published by Head of Zeus in September in the UK and by Sourcebooks/Poisoned Pen in the US in October. There will be translations in various languages including French (the first time my fiction has appeared in French translation), Italian, and Spanish. 

I'm really pleased with the Head of Zeus cover and also with the promotional trailer - as well as with the wonderful quotes from fellow authors.

And yes, this book does have a Cluefinder!

A holiday of a lifetime - part 2

The North and South Islands of New Zealand are separated by the Cook Strait, said to be one of the most dangerous stretches of water in the world. Luckily, our trip on the Interislander ferry was a sheer delight - calm seas and excellent cuisine on a lovely summer's day. We landed at Picton and headed for Blenheim, a pleasant town with an excellent library (and yes, that does of course mean they had copies of my books...) and art gallery. A tour of the Marlborough area's wineries (one of which occupies a former chapel) - specialising in Sauvignon Blanc - was the next item on the itinerary, followed by a scenic rail trip along the coast to Kaikoura.

The highlight of the short stop in Kaikoura, apart from a long walk along the waterfront, was a boat ride to watch dusky dolphins - and there were a huge number to be seen. Years ago, we went on a dolphin watching boat trip off Gibraltar and didn't see any - but there were hundreds to be found in Kaikoura. 

Another appealing rail journey came next, this time to Christchurch, a delightful city with wonderful botanical gardens. Exactly 14 years had passed since the devastating earthquake, and the renaissance of the city is impressive. I arranged to visit the Ngaio Marsh House, enjoying an excellent guided tour and a pleasant discussion with some of the trustees. More about this marvellous place another time. After that, it was time for a tram ride around the city with dinner as part of the package - quite splendid. Next day, a trip to Arthur's Pass by train and bus, and yet another chance to marvel at the landscape, not least the amazing Kura Tawhiti Conservation Area, as well as the cheeky keas.

And after that, it was goodbye to Christchurch and time to head to the southern resorts...