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Book Review: ASTRIDE A GRAVE (1991) by Bill James

5/26/2022

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The opening scene shows Detective Inspector Colin Harpur infiltrating his wife’s book club at their house. While considering evocative literary quotations, one member suggests Samuel Beckett’s famous line from Waiting for Godot, where Pozzo explains that women “give birth astride a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.” Harpur prefers a more effective quote, namely Dirty Harry Callahan’s invitation for a bank robber to reach for his weapon and “Make my day, punk.” The career detective defends his choice: “In four words it’s a line about constitutional treatment of the vile, about the absolute centrality of the law.” For readers who have spent time in author Bill James’s fascinating microcosm of cops and criminals, it is clear that the notions of law and morality are anything but absolute.

Astride a Grave is James’s eighth novel to feature Harpur and his dangerously perceptive boss, ACC Desmond Iles. I have been enjoying this surprising, gritty, and very funny police series immensely, but Grave is the first book that felt like it added up to less than the sum of its parts. James’s writing is as sharp and engaging as ever, and the book delivers the humor and psychological pressure-tests found in other tales. This time around, though, the story isn’t fashioned around a group of mismatched crooks coming together to rob a bank. The bank has already been robbed – in the previous entry Club – and Astride a Grave focuses on the aftermath of the robbery: those left standing (and the spouse of one victim caught in the crossfire) want their share, and not everyone agrees about the method and means of distribution.

It should be a fine, unique setting for a crime novel: thieves fall out as police tighten the net to find the robbers. Robbery leader Caring Oliver Leach has gone to ground but comes out of hiding to confront Panicking Ralph Ember, a partner with literal weak knees and a burdened conscience. In an early chapter, tensions mount, guns are grappled over, and Ralph dispatches his ex-boss and buries him in the woods. But the complications are just beginning for Panicking Ralph, who must also contend with Caring’s wife Patsy – who becomes increasingly attracted to her husband’s incidental murderer, with his scar and his Charlton Heston looks – and Anna Chitty, whose own husband was killed in the Exeter bank robbery. Harpur and Iles continue to pay visits to Ralph’s bar The Monty, hoping to shake the already unsteady owner off balance. The scrutiny only becomes more intense when Patsy’s daughter Lynette disappears; did she run away or is she being held as leverage by someone who wants their share of the loot?

And yet, I found something derivative about this installment, as if characters, situations, and standoffs had been presented before. And indeed they had been, in other stories and with different permutations. Panicking Ralph has featured centrally in the last few books, and while his combination of twisted honor and psychological weakness are interesting to a point, his man-alone personality (and the author’s continuing interest to live inside this character’s neurotic head) makes him far less attractive to me than he is to Patsy Leach.
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DI Harpur’s compulsive bed-hopping has also been explored in other installments; Harpur has been playing with fire by carrying on with the wife of a department sharpshooter, and now he makes a suspicious enemy of Iles by starting an affair with the Assistant Chief Commissioner’s wife, Sarah. Certainly, the behavior speaks volumes about Harpur’s need not for sex but for rule-breaking and living on a decidedly dangerous edge. Even a child’s disappearance and the subsequent search, used so brilliantly in Protection (1988) and The Lolita Man (1986), doesn’t feel quite so urgent or important here. 

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None of these criticisms are to say that Astride a Grave is bad; it just suffers from comparison to the seven previous books in the series, ones in which James covers his ground with more originality. All of James’s books to date carry a healthy sense of nihilism, where any character could become moral or amoral – or be extinguished – as the wind blows and as the situation suits. The same fluidity courses through this story, where lovers embrace yards away from a freshly dug grave and law officials foster a growing disregard for any sort of civil or societal codes.

As with Beckett’s famous line, Bill James’s books seem to deliver a rather unpalatable paradox about life: at birth we are born racing to die, and in each person lies the potential for moral hypocrisy. It is precisely because we are racing toward our graves that we continually question whether society’s rules are really so inviolate as we believe. 

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Book Review: THE KNIFE (1933) by Herbert Adams

5/22/2022

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For fans of detective fiction, The Knife begins promisingly. Over the first fifty pages, Fullock Park houseguest Mark Braddon is party to the theft of Mrs. Rawland’s emeralds and uncovers a blackmail scheme hatched by an unscrupulous foreigner. Braddon resolves the latter by kidnapping the culprit, tying him up, and threatening him with a red-hot branding iron. A little later, when Wilfrid Hatton, King’s Counsel, is found murdered in notably gruesome fashion – stabbed with a decorative dagger through the eye – the sensational death by letter-opener feels a bit like an anticlimax. In author Herbert Adams’s hands, Fullock Park Manor is positively abustle with criminal activity.

This is the third title by Adams that I have tried, and it seems to be a good representation of the writer’s style and sentiments. For as much action and mystery that The Knife’s plot offers the reader, at heart is a love story: Mark Braddon’s growing attraction to Ruth Hatton, despite the woman being courted by millionaire M.P. Roger Malden. The plotting and pacing are engaging, but there is something formulaic at play, even within the genre of mystery fiction with a purposeful infusion of young-lovers romance. Adams’s stories remind me of the enjoyable but forgettable B-movies from Hollywood’s silver screen heyday: a perfectly pleasant way to spend some time, but a couple of clicks removed from better quality, more ambitious fare.
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There’s also an aspect of The Knife that is simultaneously admirable and unfortunate. Adams provides a clue to the K.C.’s killer shortly after the body is discovered, one that is seeded with fair-play noblesse. The problem is that it’s one of those clues delivered in a way to make any reader of mystery puzzles pay immediate attention… and then the item is never mentioned again until Braddon realizes its significance at the story’s climax, which is several chapters after the penny drops for the reader. A true mystery fiction literary magician like Agatha Christie or Nicholas Blake would surely have performed a more successful legerdemain, such as first offering a convincing but false explanation of the clue or burying it among other details to disguise its damning relevance. In their encyclopedic Catalogue of Crime, Jacques Barzun and Wendell Hertig Taylor also mention the book’s clueing that allows the reader to “guess the concealed culprit around page 100”.

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To his credit, Herbert Adams does provide a colorful group to stock his cast of characters. From the ex-Parisian dancer married to the several-decades-older murder victim to the deceased’s ne’er-do-well gambler cousin and his bitter spinster sister, these are solid if stereotypical characters efficiently used by the author in this melodrama. There is a nice variety here, with Braddon working to solve a mystery in one chapter, engaged in a deadly duel with the criminal near the climax, and rushing to join the object of his affection and declare his love by the story’s end. If Herbert Adams’s stories lack literary weight, they deliver busy, breezy plotlines, lucid writing, and respective dashes of suspense and romance. Which, for this genre, is better than a poke in the eye with a decorative dagger.
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The U.S. edition by J.B. Lippincott Company (also 1933) was retitled The Strange Murder of Hatton, K.C. A strange rebranding indeed, since the new moniker lacks the elegant brevity (with its enticing promise of malice) of The Knife and supposes that American readers will recognize the British barrister’s significance of K.C. after the name.

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