England's gracious country manors have probably hosted more fictional murders than the mean streets of any major city. They're just more discreet about them; preferring to sweep such embarrassing incidents under the rug, or at least keep them out of the newspapers! Like many readers, I can't seem to get enough of these nostalgic tales of luxurious lifestyles and leisurely weekends that aren't there any more, and was delighted recently to find a couple of new-to-me offerings.
A book tabled outside a used bookstore introduced me to the work of British author James Anderson and his lugubrious Detective Inspector Wilkins. Wilkins is a kind of counterpoint to Christie's Poirot: openly sure that he has been promoted beyond his ability and "not sanguine, not sanguine at all, M'Lord" about his ability to resolve the case at hand. After which, of course, he solves the crime quite handily through a series of brilliant Poirot-like deductions. The crimes take place at Alderly, the small (a mere dozen guest rooms, imagine!) but lovely manor house of George Saunders, 12th Earl of Burford, his wife Lavinia, and their daughter Gerry.
Full house at Alderly this weekend, and a very odd mix, thinks the venerable butler Merryweather as he scans the guest list. And 13 at dinner, how very unfortunate. But as it happens, a French baroness traveling past has a fortuitous road accident and is invited to stay while her car is repaired. Poor Lord Burford is greatly relieved that he won't have to plead illness and dine alone in his bedroom to even the table after all!
Between the open-handed affability of the Earl and the social skills of his Countess, Alderly prides itself on its hospitality. However, its lavender-scented linen-clad beds must be pretty uncomfortable––or perhaps it was the thunderstorm?––but on Saturday night it seemed nearly everyone was creeping around the dark halls on clandestine errands, bumping and thumping each other, none of them on the, er, usual romantic business. The Sunday sun rises on two fewer guests, one found shot in the lake and the other found equally dead in a well-publicized secret passage. A fortune in jewels and a pair of rare dueling pistols have also disappeared.
This book is a wonderful tongue-in-cheek romp through mystery's Golden Age, with frequent allusions, both direct and subtle, to the famous fictional detectives and mysteries of the period. It has everything a proper country house-party needs: spies, thieves, blackmailers, murderers, as well as a very creative method of disposing of a body. The book included a map, but I really needed a list of the characters and a flowchart to keep track of the action. Who done it came as a complete surprise to me.
A true confession: Regency romances, aside from Austen's, bore me to tears. I overdosed so badly in my teens that the sight of an empire waistline on a book cover can drive me straight to another aisle. Despite this, I picked up regency queen Georgette Heyer's Why Shoot a Butler? for the charming vintage––and definitely not Regency––cover.
Frank Amberly is motoring to Graythorne, his uncle's country place, for a long weekend and gets exasperatingly lost in the dark and mist. Finally passing an Austin pulled over by the side of the road, he asks rather rudely for directions. An equally rude young woman standing by the car directs him back the way he had come.
As he cautiously turns the Bentley in the narrow lane, his headlights pick up a man slumped behind the starred windscreen of the Austin, his shirt bloody. The young woman won't give her name or come with him to the police station to report the death. While she is carrying a gun, Amberly determines that it has not been recently fired, so he leave her there and gallantly doesn't mention her presence at the scene to the police.
While the story line here was a little different from one of Heyer's romances, the villains were obvious and odious, and the love-hate relationship developing between Amberly and one of the suspects took up quite a bit of the book. Not a keeper for me, or an author I'll look for again.
Now I'm torn. How to spend the afternoon? Tennis, or maybe golf? Or curl up with a cozy fire and a book in the dear old library with its floor-to-ceiling bookshelves? Darling, please ring for tea. We'll have it in here, not in the drawing room––so cozy, isn't it?
LOL!! Can I be there when you ask "James" to bring the tea!! :-oReplyDelete
Karin and Peri, please let me join you for tea. The books in that library look dusty and obviously need us to turn their pages.ReplyDelete
Great post. I read all of Georgette Heyer's mysteries as a teenager. A couple of them are clunky, including the one you read, Peri. Please don't give up on her. Try one of these three English house party murders: NO WIND OF BLAME, featuring a cast of eccentric people that includes a dubious Russian prince and a womanizing husband; ENVIOUS CASCA, in which a Christmas house party turns murderous; and THE UNFINISHED CLUE, in which the son of the house brings home his inappropriate fiancée, and his father is not pleased.
Yeah, Karin, that'd work really well, wouldn't it! Think he would dress as a footman?ReplyDelete
Georgette, please do join us for tea. I just discovered that WHY SHOOT A BUTLER? was a very early work, so maybe I'll take another look. Do any of the books you mentioned feature empire waists or swooning couches?
No empire waists or swooning couches, but all of them do include a romance in which a worldly young woman falls into a suitable young man's arms. He catches her before she reaches the sofa. In keeping with a shirties mystery, the couple does not descend to the floor, but proceeds decorously out to the garden where the man drops to his knee to propose. Birds and butterflies do not intrude since this is not a Regency romance.Delete
He would look very dapper as a footman!!! Is that hysterical laughter I hear to the south of me!!!Delete
Not quite hysterical laughter, but quite a snort!Delete
Enjoy your Tea ladies. One lump or two? And where would you like them.ReplyDelete
Two please! :-)Delete
I'm a huge fan of James Anderson's Burford trilogy. The second one is THE AFFAIR OF THE MUTILATED MINK and the third is THE AFFAIR OF THE THIRTY-NINE CUFFLINKS. I dug up my review of the third, and here is a portion:ReplyDelete
"Way back in the 1980s, I read THE AFFAIR OF THE BLOODSTAINED EGG COSY and THE AFFAIR OF THE MUTILATED MINK, two confectionary revisits to the world of 1930s English house party murders. Poisoned Pen reissued these amusing titles a few years ago, and Anderson was inspired to write this third in the series.
"We return to Alderley, the estate of George Saunders, 12th Earl of Burford, and his wife, Lavinia. The occasion is the funeral reception and will-reading for Lord Burford's ancient cousin, Florrie Saunders. Given that Alderley was the scene of the murders in EGG COSY and MUTILATED MINK, Lord Burford was extremely reluctant to have anyone stay at Alderley ever again, but he is persuaded to host his extended family of cousins for one night.
"Florrie's will is an entertainment in itself, for us and the family, as she has instructed her solicitor to lighten the mood before the reading by insisting everyone sing "She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain." She has inserted editorial comments to several of her bequests and even one practical joke. The family has relaxed and all seems well until we get to the measly 100 pounds Florrie leaves to her daughter-in-law Clara. A terrible scene ensues, and that night one of the guests is murdered. Inspector Wilkins returns to solve the case."
I love that Georgette Heyer book cover. Very stylish. Somehow Heyer escaped my reading. I read all those goofy Mary Stewart suspense books when I was a teenager, but I didn't start reading mysteries until I was in my 20s.
I don't know how I missed James Anderson's series, it sounds perfect.
I think some of the innate appeal of the "shirty" period may be due to many favorite childhood books are authored by Frances Hodgeson Burnett. It becomes a familiar and friendly setting for further exploration, even in books of mystery and danger. The Affair of the Bloodstained Egg Cosy will be joining my queue, and seems to be a perfect way to while away a snowy afternoon.ReplyDelete
Also, I know where James hides the fishwhammer. I will not be attending tea as I have a previous engagement, thank you.
Hold your lumps, James, thank you.ReplyDelete
Let's not forget another "shirties" author, Ngaio Marsh. I love DEATH OF A PEER. The murder is dramatic and the characters are enjoyable. It also has the weirdest nocturnal escapade I can think of in a classic mystery. I also like OVERTURE TO DEATH. Another dramatic murder and endearing characters.
I hope you can join us on another occasion, Helen. Please leave your calling card on the silver tray in the vestibule.
Don't miss James Anderson's series, Susie. It's great.