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Book Review: HALF-MAST MURDER (1930) by Milward Kennedy

9/18/2016

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While aspiring to meet the reading challenge for Crimes of the Century, a wonderful endeavor orchestrated by Rich at Past Offences to collect new reviews of crime and detective fiction (and other media) by year of publication, I have been able to sample four “new” authors in quick succession. My 1954 choices proved highly enjoyable: Henry Wade delivered a winning combination of classic mystery and police procedural formats in Gold Was Our Grave, while George Milner’s Shark among Herrings updated the house party murder scenario with a dash of acerbic satire.

This month the focus is 1930, and my first foray, Mignon G. Eberhart’s While the Patient Slept, never quite overcame its heavy Gothic tone and melodramatic storyline. For my second 1930 mystery, I went in the opposite direction: Milward Kennedy’s Half-Mast Murder is first and foremost a puzzle story, so much so that the novel unfortunately offers little beyond its plotting to engage the reader.


There is nothing wrong with a pure puzzle story, of course. One can read it and derive from it the same satisfaction that the completion of a well-constructed and challenging Crossword puzzle might provide. One can admire the cleverness of the creator in the plot’s construction and take delight in the way in which the reader is led up the garden path. There’s an appreciation to be found, just as the best demonstrations of stage magic and legerdemain engage their audiences with a combination of artistry and technical craft.

Half-Mast Murder (an appealing title, at least) offers very few literary attributes beyond its detailed, timeline-centric plotting. The first pages start promisingly, with various family members and guests at Cliff’s End racing to the summer house only to find Professor Harold Paley locked inside the room and dead from a knife to the chest. Niece Cynthia notes that the flag above the building is flying at half mast, and promptly faints from the sight.

It is soon thereafter, during the introductions and interviews of the suspects conducted by the nondescript Superintendent Guest, that tedium begins to descend. Each character — from the matronly sister of the victim, Mrs. Arkwright, to the young relative George Shipman and the older business acquaintance Bertram Trent to the undefined American Mr. Quirk — is questioned in turn, and the absence of personality from each speaker makes these conversations as interesting as reading a court transcript after a trial.

Further, there is no real dramatic shaping for these interviews, which is to say that questions start, answers are given, and the superintendent moves on. The information and revelations should lead somewhere compelling on a character level: by the end of the scene, the reader might feel, for example, that the person is highly suspicious or completely innocent, or perhaps a curious statement is made which begs closer scrutiny. This Kennedy does not do. In fact, those early interviews create distinct narrative plateaus, and when he divides an interrogation between chapters, the ending moment that is chosen often feels arbitrary and pointless.

Ending lines from Chapter Three:

“Oh, but I wasn’t the last person [to see Paley alive].”
“Then who was, sir?”
“I haven’t the least idea.”

And the conversation continues along the same pedestrian lines at the start of Chapter Four. Milward Kennedy’s prose and organization are competent – the book is readable – but it never rises above its mediocrity. Characters are generally stock types and indistinctly drawn; the writing style is reporter-like and lacks personal appeal and wit; and perhaps most damning, the puzzle at its center – the story’s reason for existing – is ultimately an unsatisfying one due to withheld information and a preposterous bustle of activity at the scene of the crime.

(Minor, non-specific spoilers ahead, but ones I submit as evidence to show why it is hopeless for a reader to arrive at a fair-play solution ahead of the author.)

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Let us take the bustle first. This is a mystery story where a raft of incriminating clues are presented and the solution is tied to an incredible series of well-timed entrances and exits by multiple parties around the victim or victim-to-be. As many as five persons, we eventually learn, visited the professor in the summer house just before, during, or after his death, doing so with clockwork efficiency – 2:30, 2:45, 3:12, 3:17, 4:30, et cetera – and leaving all manner of physical evidence behind. To me, it’s another recipe for tedium, as the gathering and sorting of clues becomes tiresome when a muddy footprint and a pair of blood-smeared swimming trunks serve to cancel each other out when it comes to identifying the murderer. A few red herrings in any mystery are welcome, but this puzzle’s artificiality and inconsequentiality are made apparent with the explanation of each (eventually unimportant) clue.



After all this fussy obfuscation is dealt with, Superintendent Guest announces the killer’s identity… and it is at once unsatisfying, anticlimactic, and quite unfair. Kennedy chose to hide the crucial information that reveals the true motive for Professor Paley’s death until the book’s final pages. Because of this, there is literally no way to ascribe a motive to the guilty character, an underwritten cypher who has no tangible alternate connection to the crime. The author anticipated this objection, and makes his detective (unconvincingly) defend himself during his explanation of the solution: “I don’t hold with using motive as your starting point. I say you should use the evidence, and check it by motive.” The problem is that, unless we understand why the killer grabbed an impromptu opportunity to commit murder, the “evidence” – one tiny, meaningless detail among a dozen others – remains valueless and devoid of meaning.

I am thrilled to keep discovering new authors from mystery fiction’s Golden Age, but it will be a while before I raise the flag on Milward Kennedy again.
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TracyK link
9/26/2016 03:35:35 pm

You haven't had much luck with your latest reads for the Crimes of the Century challenge. Milward Kennedy is new to me, but based on this post I won't be looking for his books. You certainly do a thorough analysis.

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Jason Half link
9/26/2016 05:03:17 pm

Thanks for the comment, and for the sympathy, Tracy. I perhaps make it sound a bit more bleak to read than it was, but the weaknesses still remain. I would very much welcome hearing from a Golden Age fan or two who has read other Milward Kennedy titles and can tell me whether this one is an accurate representation of his body of work.

Great job over at Bitter Tea and Mystery -- I love reading about the titles you have discovered! -- Jason

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Martin Edwards link
10/3/2016 01:10:49 pm

Good review. I liked this book more than you did, but it's no masterpiece, that's for sure. Kennedy was a very interesting writer, and sometimes innovative, but many of his books are flawed. My favourite is probably Poison in the Parish.

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Jason Half link
10/4/2016 12:31:03 am

Hello Martin -- Thank you so much for taking the time to read this review and respond! It is due to your magnificent THE GOLDEN AGE OF MURDER that I have recently discovered several authors who I had never read before: Henry Wade, Milward Kennedy, Rupert Penny. I will absolutely check out Poison in the Parish at some point; I wanted to like Kennedy much more than this title allowed. I feared that perhaps there were some much stronger efforts of his waiting, and didn't want to dismiss this writer out of hand, so to speak.

I'm halfway through THE GRINDLE NIGHTMARE by Q. Patrick, which is gruesome and intriguing and which I owe your book once more for bringing another author to my attention. I had planned in the forthcoming review to acknowledge GOLDEN AGE and also link to Curt's The Passing Tramp blog page featuring the interesting round-robin history of the writers behind the Patrick Quentin/Q Patrick pseudonyms.

All best, and wonderful to hear from you. I've greatly enjoyed the Lake District mysteries that I've read! --- Jason

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