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Mitchell Mystery Reading Group: THE ECHOING STRANGERS (1952) - Post #1

4/9/2023

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Hello, and welcome to the Mitchell Mystery Reading Group discussion of 1952’s The Echoing Strangers. In this first post, readers have sent me their comments on the book’s initial six chapters which I will organize around topics and present here. I try to avoid major plot and solution spoilers as I craft the conversation and we work our way through the story. If you want to join in, you can visit this earlier post to see the April submission timeline.

This time around, we have some reading group veterans as well as a new voice, and I welcome you all! Joyka and Chris join us once more, as does mystery fiction author Catherine Dilts. As well as penning multiple book series, Catherine’s new short story “Claire’s Cabin” appears in the current issue of Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine (March/April 2023). We also have busy crime fiction bloggers José and Tracy K. on board. You can visit Tracy’s great site at Bitter Tea and Mystery while José oversees A Crime Is Afoot, his excellent blog offering visitors an in-depth, self-described “random walk through classic crime fiction”. And a hearty welcome to Theda, who joins the reading group for the first time; we are so happy to have you with us!

This time I will structure the observations as a sort of group discussion roundtable, moving from the comments of one contributor to another without building them into narrational paragraphs. This saves me some energy (which is in depressingly low supply these days) and I think it will move the conversation along a bit more fleetly. We begin, aptly, at

THE BEGINNING

José – The Echoing Strangers, a mystery detective novel by British writer Gladys Mitchell, is the 25th entry in her long-running series featuring psychoanalyst and amateur detective Mrs Bradley. The story was first published in Great Britain by Michael Joseph Ltd. London in 1952, and it has been reprinted several times, the latest in 2014 by Vintage Press, an imprint of Penguin Random House.


Catherine – Mrs Bradley still endures Gladys Mitchell's harsh physical descriptions, but seems more human than in earlier novels. She has a reputation for solving mysteries. Mrs. Bradley sniffs out an intriguing one when she witnesses a youth pushing a middle-aged woman into the river. Her chauffeur fishes a soaked Miss Higgs from the water. She is apologetic for the boy Francis, who is deaf, dumb, and beautiful. Mrs Bradley settles into the village of Wetwode and is soon directed to a body when Francis sculpts a macabre scene in plasticine.

Joyka – This is my favorite type of Mrs Bradley book: she is the psychiatrist. I get so immersed in her “sessions” that I forget she is totally fictitious. Her work getting Francis Caux to open up was first class. 

Tracy K. – Mrs Bradley discovers very quickly that the boy is the grandson of Sir Adrian Caux, and has been living with Miss Higgs for several years. He is deaf and dumb, and has a twin brother. 


THE TWINS

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Theda – The differences in how the twins are described are striking – at least in part due to the presumed observer (Mrs Bradley for Francis, [cricket player and tutor] Tom Donagh for Derek).

Francis: large eyes, a saintly expression but focus is on the fact that he is troubled, traumatized, and unable to communicate, but is teachable in other things (ex: chess).

Derek: exquisitely beautiful, but girlish traits emphasized in descriptions: “hand as slender as a girl’s”, “shrieking in a high girlish voice, near to tears”.  To Tom, he is most often repugnant, in how he sings, in how he and his grandfather Sir Adrian interact, in how much his eating habits are commented upon. Even his own words disparage him: “I’m sure I shall find myself telling them things, true and untrue, if they begin to question me”.

Catherine – The attitudes toward differently-abled people is true to the 1952 era. Francis' issues were caused by the shock of seeing his parents die. There is sympathy for him, but people treat him as defective.

José – The twins’ parents died in a car accident. Francis, we are told, was in the car with them and managed to get out unscathed, but the shock left him deaf and dumb. His grandfather got rid of him while taking the other son, Derek, into his care, making him his sole heir.

Catherine – Tutor Tom Donagh finds the doting grandfather's relationship with his grandson Derek peculiar. Tom catches Sir Adrian cheating during games. The man takes cricket way too seriously. And then a player on an opposing team is murdered.
 

TWINNING IN THEME AND STRUCTURE

Tracy K. – In this section of the book, the chapters alternate between Mrs Bradley and her investigations, and Tom Donagh and his time spent with Sir Adrian and Derek. I like that style of storytelling; it builds suspense and keeps me interested in the story.


Chris – From the distinct settings of the opening two chapters, we learn that Gladys Mitchell has set herself the challenge of constructing a mystery with two contrasting locations, one familiar - the New Forest in Hampshire - the other a ‘holiday-adventure’ scene, the Norfolk Broads being a wetland of linked rivers and lakes enjoyed by boating enthusiasts. As becomes clearer in these first six chapters, the locations are contrasted thematically as dry versus wet, on the basis of their summer sports activities: cricket cannot seriously be played in the rain - although Sir Adrian tries his worst - any more than swimming and boating can be conducted on dry land.

The contrast appears also in the dramatis personae: Mede is a traditional village hierarchy dominated by the lord of the manor, who has both the local clergyman and the pub landlord in his pocket along with all the servants, while Wetwode is a more accidental association of weekenders and summer tenants, among whom identities and social relations are opaque. The connections made between these settings rely in part on unlikely coincidences, and in part on the use of a highly traditional device of European comedy (Plautus via Shakespeare), the separated-twins plot. The locations themselves are separate and yet ‘twinned’.

This split-location structure invites us to assign special importance to any discerned links between them, whether overt, as with the reuniting of the Caux twins in Chapter 6 (effectively the dramatic ‘curtain’ to Act 1) or half-concealed, as with certain clues to the two murders: when we learn that the murdered cricketer Witt originally came from East Anglia, and that the mystery man who commissioned the iron hoops for Campbell’s corpse from the Wetwode blacksmith spoke with a West-Country accent, we suspect that the two sites may be twinned in ways that are yet to be disclosed.



CRICKET, WIT, AND WITT


Tracy K. - The fourth chapter is entirely about cricket, and the games that the local teams are playing, with lots of details which went way over my head. In this plot thread, one of the cricket players is murdered. Are the two murders connected?

José – What follows might be a bit difficult to understand for those who, like me, are not familiar with the game of cricket. Anyway, suffice it to say that when the day of the game between Mede and Bruke comes, the game has an unexpected end when Witt, Bruke’s captain, is found dead in the dressing rooms. According to Sir Adrian, Witt was known to have one great enemy, Peter Cornish. There was bad blood between them for years. It began during the war, though nobody ever quite knew what was all about.

Theda – Cricket: I have even read a book on this sport and still don’t fully understand it.  I wonder, however, if the game is simply to provide tone, location, or possible motives for the murder.  It’s also a good look into Sir Adrian’s character, which may prove important not only to the murder but to how the twins move forward.  Still, I wonder if how the game is played, its rules, will somehow be important to the plot later on – because there is a great deal of detail about the actual game play.  

Chris – The story can be understood and enjoyed without detailed knowledge of cricket, although it helps to know that the basic principles are akin to baseball. Bowling in cricket, though, differs from baseball pitching in that the bowler usually aims to make the ball bounce up to the batsman unpredictably from the grass surface in front of him. Hence the significance of the ‘bowler’s wicket’ (the title of Chapter 4), otherwise known as a ‘sticky wicket’, meaning a grass playing surface that is treacherous for batsmen on account of its unevenness or dampness.

More important here than these technical features of the game are its social and ethical contexts. We are told in this chapter that the ethic of English cricket is Decency, although Sir Adrian’s many ways of cheating and fixing clearly prompt us to question this claim.

Also significant is the ironic title of Chapter 2, ‘Amateur Status’, which more directly concerns the social prestige of Sir Adrian’s (and Tom Donagh’s) class. In the 1950s a clear distinction was observed in cricket between Players, who were working-class men paid to take part, and Gentlemen, whose participation was strictly amateur and thus untainted by money. It’s worth noting that although Tom Donagh idly boasts at first that ‘I wouldn’t mind being paid for a week’s cricket’, in the event he scrupulously declines any payment for playing (while accepting the tutor’s fee), thereby salvaging his status as a Gentleman.

Joyka – The “cricket house” is certainly odd. I have never understood cricket. By the time I finished Chapter 4, I realized I will not get an understanding of cricket from this book. I definitely am getting a good understanding of Adrian Caux.

Chris – What I usually enjoy most about Gladys Mitchell’s novels is her creation of lavishly eccentric characters, and I’m reminded here of Mrs Puddequet in The Longer Bodies, who also asserts her power and wealth by setting up an unlikely sporting contest. Sir Adrian, along with his dubiously hired domestic entourage, is a particularly vivid example of the type, combining obsessive mania with satirically exaggerated social stereotype.

 
REFLECTING AND LOOKING FORWARD


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Tracy K. – This story seems to be moving at a faster pace than the other Mrs. B books have done. Two murders have been discovered in the first quarter of the book, and there has been a good bit of investigation of the first one.

Catherine – Chapter Six ends with the climactic moment Mrs. Bradley reunites the twins by bringing Francis to Sir Adrian's home.

José – To everyone surprise, Francis begins to speak: “You are Derry. I am glad to see you. I am Francis. We are twins. There was a dead man underneath the boat. I do not like dead men. Do you like dead men?”

Theda – I’m eagerly awaiting the interactions between the twins now that they are together (and Francis is speaking! Albeit as a 7-year-old would).

Tracy K. – I am very enthusiastic about this story so far. It is unlike any Gladys Mitchell book I have read, but I have only read four so far. It has been a fun read to this point and I laughed out loud at some of Mrs. Bradley's behavior.

Joyka – I think I should keep a list of my favorite GM expressions. In this story, we are told that Mrs Bradley could “charm the jewel out of a toad’s head!” 
 
And that concludes the comments on the first six chapters of The Echoing Strangers. Thank you everyone for contributing! Join us next week as plots thicken and discussion continues.



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MItchell Mystery Reading Group: April event announced!

3/16/2023

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It has been a while since I hosted the Gladys Mitchell reading group. The last go-round was in December of 2021, when observant readers weighed in on 1950’s snow-covered Groaning Spinney. The last year and three months have been personally busy and sometimes burdensome (including some health and energy issues), and that feeling persists now. So once more I paused to consider before offering to moderate another month-long reading group event.

I have decided to take this approach: let’s keep the group reading of The Echoing Strangers (1952) for April. The group discussion – always lively and illuminating – will be available for all who want to contribute. Readers can send me comments on a section of the book every Wednesday, which I will organize and present for a weekend blog entry over at www.jasonhalf.com . The reading and response schedule is listed below.

This time I plan to take a step back as editor, however. Previously, much of my time was spent reading all the entries, then categorizing the comments into topics and carefully writing transitional text that allows me to quote each respondent in flowing paragraphs. I will still be very interested to read and group the comments by topic, but I choose to list each person’s writing separately with attribution, as you might find with a group interview. So the new format would be along the lines of:

THE TOPIC OF TWINS
Kitty T. – “Kitty’s thoughts.”
Ferdinand L. – “Ferdinand’s two cents.”
Laura G. – “Offering a new idea on the subject.”


This takes some pressure off of me while the contributors get a chance to share their views. There will also be few or no archival images to accompany the conversation, alas. Recent skirmishes and payment demands from holders of copyrighted images have discouraged the use of found photos, even as this post and discussion are presented for educational, non-profit purposes. Such distinctions don’t matter to Internet copyright trolls.

I still believe we can have a spirited group discussion of The Echoing Strangers, and I am excited to organize and contribute to the posts. If you want to send me your thoughts on each section (or if you just want to read the book and enjoy the comments of others), here is the timeline for April’s read. Thank you for understanding, and I look forward to learning what you think about this wonderful mid-period Mrs Bradley mystery!

Mitchell Mystery Group Reading Event – April 2023
THE ECHOING STRANGERS (1952)

Chapters 1 – 6, “Deaf and Dumb Alphabet” to “Mede”
Comments due Wednesday, April 5 for weekend post
Chapters 7 – 12, “The Questing Fairy” to “Castor and Pollux”
Comments due Wednesday, April 12
Chapters 13 – 17, “The Echo Under the Bridge” to “The Echo from the Past”
Comments due Wednesday, April 19
Chapters 18 – 21, “The Echo of a Crime” to “The Echo of Gemini”
Comments due Wednesday, April 26


Please email your comments about each section by the date listed to [email protected] . Try to avoid spoilers in your comments if you read ahead. Happy reading and I look forward to hearing from you!

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Book Review: THE MAN WHO WENT UP IN SMOKE (1966) by Maj Sjowall and Per Wahloo

2/20/2023

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In the second detective story featuring Martin Beck, the quiet and capable investigator looks into the disappearance of Swedish journalist Alf Mattson. Mattson seems to have vanished after checking into a Budapest hotel, and the details that surface from interviews with colleagues and relations define him as a combative man with possible ties to the drug trade. That gives Beck a geographical and psychological starting point, and the detective’s time in Communist Hungary is not without danger: he warily befriends a Hungarian policeman and is followed throughout the city by men who want to put an end to the investigation, even if it means further violence.

The Man Who Went Up in Smoke, by the Swedish writing (and marital) team of Maj Sjowall and Per Wahloo, continues the series presenting crime narratives in a contemporary and realistic way. Martin Beck’s investigative methods certainly ring true, involving much communication with multiple police departments and interviews with witnesses that offer either a new avenue of exploration or, just as likely, a dead end. As with the previous year’s début entry Roseanna, days and weeks can go by with no breakthrough, and Beck must wait for the results of another routine enquiry before the trail becomes active again. The verisimilitude is admirable, but adhering to reality also translates to a lack of drama in some chapters.

I think, too, that Smoke suffers from the authors’ choice to keep the reader intentionally distant from the emotions of both detective and victim. In his use and the genre world in which he operates, Martin Beck reminds me of Georges Simenon’s great Chief Inspector Maigret. But where Monsieur Maigret carries his personality and his power into each investigation, Sjowall and Wahloo’s Martin Beck is the opposite. Beck is a combination of bureaucrat and tabula rasa, with no strong attributes or eccentricities to coax him into focus. (Beck has a strained relationship with his wife; little is explored internally.) He does not have Maigret’s bearish manner or black pipe or evocative response to each landscape he visits. Instead, Beck is patient and competent, which are useful virtues for an investigator but hardly the stuff to promote a personal bond between reader and character.

For this reason, the people around Martin Beck often make a greater impression than he does, even when they only appear for mere pages. There is an amusing encounter with a detective named Backlund, whose frustration builds to anger when Beck wants him to provide impressions of Alf Mattson that go beyond the exhaustive, multi-page police report of a drunken fight that Backlund wrote months before the journalist’s disappearance. Inspector Szluka, Beck’s Hungarian police counterpart, is also intriguing because of his tactics: we must decide, as Beck must do, whether his invitation to the baths or recommendation for a great out-of-the-way Hungarian restaurant is offered with a friendly or a more sinister motive.

Smoke’s slow pacing and plainly presented central character are purposeful choices, and the approach makes the story more believable but less engaging. It doesn’t help that the missing man at the heart of the case is also unattractive, and that the cause of his disappearance is largely academic for both detective and reader. (The authors underline Martin Beck’s lack of enthusiasm, noting that “it was only with the greatest effort that he could summon up any interest for his assignment”.) Also academically, the plotting is solid and the solution, when it arrives, is interesting – with parallels to Simenon’s first published Maigret mystery, Pietr the Latvian (1931). It is also a solution dependent on getting the full story through the words of the killer (that is, learning key details from a confession), and this is also very much the domain of Georges Simenon and his pipe-smoking detective.

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So I am left meditating on an interesting paradox: if so many fictional police characters are unbelievable or fall victim to that “broken-soul” cliché so popular with writers and readers today, we should cheer representations on the page and screen that reach for realism and truth. And yet, as with Inspector Martin Beck in his first two appearances, sometimes such quiet, sad but stoic figures leave little impression, while their cases are filled with the banal but honest activities of investigation – writing and reading reports, interviewing dozens of people, waiting weeks before a break comes along, et cetera. Such realistic representations should be welcome, with the caveat that reality can be both rewarding and perilously slow.

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Book Review: THE DETECTIVE IS DEAD (1995) by Bill James

2/8/2023

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Regular readers of Bill James’s crime series featuring Detective Sergeant Colin Harpur and Assistant Chief Constable Desmond Iles will know that the author returns often to this presumed paradox of effective policing: in order for justice to be carried out, the rules must be bent, by the police, in favor of the police. If not – if, for example, Harpur and Iles don’t occasionally skirt protocol and take matters into their own hands – then the criminals benefit from a legal and social system that protects them at every turn. Like all thorny conceits, there is some truth to this view: a drug dealer or bank robber can often avoid punishment with the right lawyer pointing out a procedural oversight or a technicality. But the opposite idea is equally messy: once those sworn to uphold the law bend the rules, where does the lawlessness end?

All that to say that The Detective Is Dead, James’s twelfth book in his consistently excellent and surprising series, once more spins a plot of policemen behaving darkly and criminals working hard to gain social acceptance. At the story’s start, two mid-level drug runners have been murdered and Claud Beyonton, a rival dealer, stands trial. The case is dismissed on lack of evidence when Harpur refuses to name his informant. The protection is noble but irrelevant, as Beyonton and his gang know the source is a cocky young man named Keith Vine, who would happily move up the ladder to fill the vacuum left by the dead dealers and an incarcerated Beyonton.

The character of Keith Vine, an optimistic buck with more swagger and self-confidence than he has a right to own, proves one of the most satisfying aspects of the book. Harpur feels a pang of responsibility when it becomes clear that Claud and his partners are gunning for Keith, and yet the informant has no intention of being relocated to France when there is money to be made in the local drug trade, especially if he pairs up with the knowledgeable Stan Stansfield. But Keith’s pregnant and pragmatic girlfriend Becky recognizes the danger and futility of drug dealing as a profession, and Harpur thinks he may be able to rescue the girl and her child from their circumstances even if Keith himself proves to be a moral (and mortal) lost cause.

The conflict between these two characters, with their radically different notions of family security, gives the story its beating heart. Once more, it’s difficult to bet just which characters will survive, let alone triumph, by the book’s end; in this author’s world (as in life), occasionally the innocent are slain and the villainous are rewarded. But when it arrives, the ending is satisfying and beautifully aligned with the tone of the series.

One minor quibble is that this is the second title, following the previous year’s In Good Hands, that allows the melodramatic ACC to land the book’s theme in a ponderous way. Here, Iles lies across three chairs at the precinct, arms folded across his chest, as he eulogizes about the death of the detective due to strangulation from the courts and the criminal code. Desmond Iles can act ostentatious and poetical – the performance surely appeals to his character – but it also feels a bit heavy-handed, like underlining a passage for mock emphasis. Still, it’s a minor irritant compared to what the ACC’s colleagues, Harpur and Chief Lane, have to put up with.


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The Internet Archive features a 70-minute BBC 4 radio dramatization of The Detective Is Dead, and its plot and dialogue are reasonably faithful (if streamlined and slightly sanitized) to Bill James’s text. Listening to the radio drama points to a key element in James’s printed fiction: the book stories are so tactile and alive because of the author’s brilliant ability to conjure up character perspective through limited omniscient narrative.

Most commonly, we see the story through one particular player’s point of view within a chapter. While it is sometimes Colin Harpur and his worldview that we experience, other chapters will let us access the thoughts and emotions of fascinating, flawed characters like Keith Vine or Panicking Ralph Ember. A performed dramatization can’t provide that inner perspective, since it is in James’s glorious, sharply funny prose that an individual's worldview comes alive. Dialogue and plot can be borrowed, but if we are not inside a character’s head, then we lack that true knowledge of, and emotional and intellectual connection to, him or her.

It's also instructive to note that the author (wisely) never lets the reader view certain characters through this inner P.O.V. technique. For example, ACC Iles is a truly menacing figure in part because his mind continues to safeguard its secrets. While we know all about Harpur’s doubts, desires, and dislikes – from a Harpur-oriented chapter, the prose offers this: “Christ, Becky was wasted on that sad little jumped-up nothing, Vine. Would Keith know how to reverence her and what she told of?” – Iles keeps his cards dangerously close to the vest, giving little away until it comes out in a spate of suppressed rage. James also never allows us to get inside of Harpur’s most essential informant, the gregarious art dealer Jack Lamb, thus only allowing us to see Jack the same way as the detective who relies on him.

There is art to this vivid exploration in prose of some (but not all) characters’ psyches, and it is certainly one reason why Bill James’s books are so memorable, enthralling, and unique within the police crime genre.


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