But Scotland is not all crumbling castles, bleak moors, and picturesque warriors. It has produced some of the world's great financiers, inventors and scientists. I can't imagine life without the telephone, television, or ATM machines, all invented by Scotsmen. (Not Scotchmen; "scotch" is reserved for the whiskey and those dense cholesterol-rich eggs deep fried in sausage.)
With all those canny big brains on tap it should come as no surprise that Scotland has its very own serious rival to the brilliant Sherlock Holmes. R. Austin Freeman's Dr. Thorndyke, trained in both medicine and law, uses both the science of the early 20th century and Holmesian deductive skills to solve his cases.
Author Raymond Chandler, no slouch himself, wrote of Freeman:
This man Austin Freeman is a wonderful performer. He has no equal in his genre... in spite of the immense leisure of his writing he accomplishes an even suspense which is quite unexpected.
Freeman also experimented with inverted or howdhecatchum stories, in which the crime is committed early on and the killer immediately known to the reader; as opposed to the more usual whodunnit format. Freeman was a prolific writer, and I am still discovering some of his stories and novels. While the good doctor is not as flamboyant and flawed a character as Holmes, the puzzles––and his methods of solution––are quite similar. Many of Freeman's novels and stories are available as free or low-cost downloads.
While Josephine Tey only wrote seven mysteries over her short life, she is rightly considered one of the doyennes of the Golden Age, and her Detective Inspector Alan Grant can hold his own among the best protagonists of the period. Tey applied a truly remarkable gift for characterization and settings to her unusual and elegant stories, which sometimes had rather weak plots. While her Brat Farrar and The Daughter of Time frequently appear on "best of" lists, my personal favorite is The Singing Sands, published the year of her death.
DI Grant, on sick leave for his nerves after a period of intense overwork, travels by night train to spend time with his cousin Laura and her family in the Scottish Highlands. Leaving the train, he spots a surly conductor roughly shaking a passenger to rouse him. The passenger––a young Frenchman by his passport––is dead, apparently of a drunken fall. Only later, in the hotel dining room, does Grant open his newspaper to find a curious and haunting incomplete poem in an English schoolboy hand and realize that he must have picked it up from the dead man's berth.
With time on his hands, Grant gradually becomes obsessed with the dichotomy between the young man's sensitive face and his sordid death, and the French identification with the British appearance and handwriting. Grant is the only one who believes that there is something very wrong about this apparently accidental death.
There is a lyrical and slightly haunting quality to this rather slow-moving mystery that invites periodic rereading. Some pundits have speculated that Tey, like Dorothy L. Sayers, fell in love with her detective. Every time I read this book I fall slightly in love with both the ardent young victim with the "reckless eyebrows" and the detective who found healing through ferreting out his story and murderer.
To go directly from the civilized and slightly rarefied world of Detective Inspector Grant in the beautiful postwar Highlands to the grimy underside of 1980s Glasgow requires quite a breathtaking dive. In The Dead Hour, author Denise Mina's Paddy Meehan is an overweight and insecure cub reporter working the graveyard shift for a Glasgow newspaper, following nighttime police calls to get stories. She hates her job and the unsavory stories and people it exposes, but needs the money. Her father has been unemployed for several years, and the family depends on her income.
One night she follows a call about an unusual domestic disturbance in a wealthy suburb. A man answers the door and addresses one of the investigating officers by name. A woman appears in a mirror, blood dripping from her face, but she shakes her head at Paddy's urgent gestures to flee. When Paddy attempts to interview the man who blocks the door, he hands her money, asks that the story not be published, and closes the door in her face. Next morning the woman who owns the house is found, tortured and murdered.
It took me several tries to get into this book, with its opening chapters full of unrelenting and gratuitous meanness, but the effort was finally worthwhile. Paddy faces drug dealers and systemic police corruption as well as her own guilt for walking away from the original incident, even as she wrestles with the temptation to keep the attempted bribe. As frequently happens in real life, the closure is messy, incomplete, and somewhat unsatisfying. I admire Paddy's drive and courage and will likely read the next in this acclaimed noir series to see if some unresolved issues get settled, but The Dead Hour is pretty far outside my usual comfort zone.
From refined and mellow Edinburgh to the darkly beautiful peaty Highlands to the brash Glasgow blends; a criminous tour of tiny Scotland offers as wide a variety of innovative criminals as of its rightly famous scotches. Murderously speaking, enthusiasm trumps size, and the Scots have been passionate fighters and implacable enemies since long before Bonnie Prince Charlie led the doomed Jacobite Revolution in 1745.
(The following lovely picture of Glasgow is submitted with my apologies for dwelling only on her bleak underbelly. It can't be all grim gray misery!)
I sure you just didn't have the space to mention all the Scottish mystery writers.ReplyDelete
Here's one I like: Ian Rankin
I just found the Ian Rankin web site
But to my delight--- clicking on "Rebus's Edinburgh" (at the right) and then, at the bottom of the next screen---- an interactive map of Edinburgh appears with numbers corresponding to places in Rankin's books. I can see I'm going to have fun with this.
And maybe it might be offered in Piffle?
Cave76, believe it or not, I have never read a Rebus mystery. No reason, one just never crossed my path at the right time. Maybe I can rectify that this year, although I am usually 5(?), 30(?) years behind in reading the best sellers.ReplyDelete
Loved the interactive map!
Thanks for all the tidbits of information that lead me to investigate further.ReplyDelete
The mention of Tey led me to a web site that explores Richard 111's reign. (Who'd 've thunk?)
"On February 14, 1952, newspapers in England were dominated by stories about the life and death of King George VI, who had died February 6; massive crowds assembled to view the late King lying in state at Westminster Hall. The pomp and pageantry of the royal funeral overshadowed this notice in London's The Times that day:
DAVIOT--On Feb. 13, 1952, in London, GORDON DAVIOT, Playwright and Novelist. Cremation at the South London Crematorium, Rowan Road, Streatham Vale, S.W. 16, on Monday, Feb. 18, at 11 a.m. No flowers."
Something I would have never known:
Elizabeth MacIntosh =
Gordon Daviot =
Hmmm may have to start staying up later than usual to start catching up on some of these. Or order up a 48 hour day! thanks.ReplyDelete
Will I ever shut up???ReplyDelete
Just remembered another author writing crime novels that take place in Scotland: Quentin Jardine. The series that I've read most are those with Bob Skinner as the detective.
Good grief, so even her death notice didn't pick her up as Tey! Guess her fame as a novelist was all posthumous. I think I read somewhere that she wrote plays under the Daviot name. Sayers also wrote plays, and Ngaio Marsh produced them. These ladies were all theater mad!ReplyDelete
Ksam, if you find the phone # or website for ordering that 48 hour day, please share!
Cave76, just looked at Jardine's bio on Amazon. Are his books that amusing?
Peri------ I just read what I think is what you referenced (bio on Amazon). Jardine may be amusing himself (sounds a bit like he is)--- but the Skinner series weren't. I haven't read any of the Oz Blackstone or Primavera books ---- so maybe they're different. I'll have to try some soon. Like----- soon after I do many other 'soon' things. :)ReplyDelete
Peri, beautiful post. Some other series set in Scotland. M.C. Beaton's Hamish MacBeth series is a cozy about a small town constable. Christopher Brookmyre's Jack Parlabane books are about an Edinburgh investigative journalist. Sister Mary Murderous always suggests anyone thinking about reading QUITE UGLY ONE MORNING (the 1st Parlabane book) should first use Amazon's search inside this book feature because the language is way over the top and some might find it objectionable. Here's the link:ReplyDelete
I looked to see (on Amazon) if there were any Kindle editions for Brookmyre's books.ReplyDelete
I checked on three---- and they aren't available for U.S. customers. Drat!
An interesting as well as educational post Peri. One of my favorite writers is Alexander McCall Smith who has sever series that take place in Scotland. There are the Isabel Dalhousie series, some of which are gentle mysteries. Then there is the 44 Scotland Street series, and finally the Corduroy Mansion series. McCall Smith's books began as a newspaper series, in the manner of Charles Dickens. I believe the Corduroy Mansion series which has a dog with a central part, began as another innovation by the author who wanted to write an online novel available at no cost.ReplyDelete