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Mitchell Mystery Reading Group: GROANING SPINNEY (1950) - Post #3

12/24/2021

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Welcome to the third reading group discussion of Gladys Mitchell’s Cotswolds-set mystery Groaning Spinney (1950). The book is currently in print as Murder in the Snow from Vintage. Chapters 11 to 15 usher in a number of alarming events for our cast of characters, including a riotous home invasion, an attempted murder by hunting rifle, and the decisive disposal of potential evidence by omniscient detective Beatrice Adela Lestrange Bradley.

Without further ado, let’s get to know our characters and our contributors better!


THE COUSINS, PLAYING THE NAME GAME
José, who maintains the mystery fiction website A Crime Is Afoot, shows us where we stand regarding likely murder victim Bill Fullalove and prime suspect Tiny. In this section, reports José, “Mrs Bradley has begun to suspect something is wrong regarding the true identity of the Fullalove cousins. Oddly enough, Bill's true name is Clarence and Tiny's real name is William, and this gives rise to dark suspicions. Mr Tiny may or may not be a murderer, but he [might now] be suspected of fraud.”

Could the interchangeable names be grounds for collecting on a one-size-fits-both life insurance policy? Mrs Bradley thinks so, as does Countdown John, who runs Countdown John’s Christie Journal and reviews Agatha’s celebrated stories there. He comments that “The business of the names is both amusing and quite British, and the source of a possible fraud. I very much like the idea of being able to insure two people under one premium.” Indeed: it’s economical and doubles the chances of a payout.

Veteran reading group members Joyka and Martyn also approve of Gladys Mitchell’s name complications and permutations. Martyn finds the title of Chapter 11 especially apt – “‘What’s in a Name?’ is lovely” – while Joyka remarks, “Isn’t the name mix-up an interesting conundrum? It couldn’t happen today, of course, but even as recently as the 1990s it was easy to just call yourself another name and get away with it.”

She adds, “I am hoping that someone will be able to explain why Clarence is not an appropriate name for a Navy officer.” This is a reference to an opinionated exchange between Mrs B and Jonathan Bradley, where her nephew announces that “Bill’s real name was Clarence, so, of course, he had to be called Bill.” Mrs Bradley’s response takes it a step further: “Yes. Clarence Fullalove does not, somehow, suggest a Naval officer.” Perhaps it would be the amorous surname rather than the gentrified Christian one that would offend at sea?   

And another complication: a woman has arrived claiming to have been married to the departed Bill (or Clarence), but just what does her accompanying marriage certificate prove? José explains that the mystery female “calls herself Carol Letchworth Fullalove and is in her early 30s. [But] her marriage certificate is dated in 1920.” If the present story is happening in 1949, that would make the young lady an astonishingly youthful child bride…


THE NATIVES, SIMPLE BUT SAVVY
Joyka compliments the author on her characterizations of rural residents, and I agree that the personalities she creates are vivid, surprising, and fun. Joyka writes, “Gladys Mitchell excels at portraying country people like Ed Brown. He is simple but she doesn’t for one minute allow us to think he is stupid. He has an intelligence that is in tune with the natural world, true, but he can move back and forth between the culture in which he lives and the natural world in which he belongs. And, I think he has seen more than others realize, except perhaps Mrs B as she notices his ‘sly, shy grin’.”  

Martyn agrees: “Ed, the Puckish changeling, makes an interesting appearance here. He expresses dark thoughts (‘Queer how nature prey on nature. Parson talk about the brotherhood of man, but Nature know better I reckon’) which seem to implicate Obury.”

I also enjoyed the sketches of the Wootton brothers, two rustic men who are employed as handymen at the neighboring women’s college, much to their chagrin. Martyn explains that the brothers “have been smeared by the phantom letter writer for sexual misdeeds with the students up at the college. One Wootton, we learn from Miss Hughes, is called Abel. The other, Harry, regards women with ‘complete detestation and fear.’ Could he be Cain to his brother’s Abel? I imagine it’s just another red herring to lead us astray.”
Chris B. sheds some turnip-light on a phrase that puzzled me, and its use in the dialogue speaks comic volumes about the brothers as rendered by GM. The line from Chapter 13: ‘We’ll have turmut lanterns and put sheets on us.’ Chris explains that “turmut is West-Country dialect for turnip, as in the Wiltshire anthem ‘The Vly be on the Turmut’. Them there ‘uzzies’ at the College will be making Halloween jack-o’-lanterns from turmuts, in accordance with Irish and British rural tradition, the use of pumpkins at this period being exclusively North American.” A fascinating bit of trivia and a look at West-Country customs, even if, as Harry Wootton disapprovingly remarks, ‘Young immen be a bit too lively nowadays.”
 
THE NATURALISTS, SURVEYING AND EXCAVATING

Tracy K., who manages the crime fiction website Bitter Tea and Mystery, responds favorably to the story’s outdoors setting and the characters interested in exploring the landscape. She says that “Mr. Mansell and Mr. Obury are particularly interesting; one is an archaeologist, the other is a naturalist. They had both visited around Christmas, then left the area. Now they have returned to work on their projects.”

Indeed, their excavation work moves both the Cotswold dirt and the cluttered plot. Tracy continues: “I loved the long walk to the barrow that Mrs. Bradley, Jonathan, Deborah, and Sally take with Mansell and Obury. Per the dictionaries I consulted, a barrow is a large mound of earth or stones over the remains of the dead. Mr. Mansell plans to dig at a site alongside the barrow since the barrow itself has been dug up and studied in the past. Later, a significant shooting takes place [here].”

Martyn fills in some (plot) holes with this summary and speculation: “It seems that Ed saw Obury with Bill (or Clarence) the night he died, which provokes a sharp glance from Obury. We note that Jonathan didn’t register this exchange, so it could be significant. Especially with the revelation in Chapter 14 that a probable attempt was made on Ed’s life (the rifle attached to the gate at Groaning Spinney), followed by the indubitable shenanigans around the shooting of Ed in Chapter 15 when he lies in the trench for safety.” 
Indeed, the naturally wise Ed plays possum by falling into the trench when someone shoots at him, a dodge that Mrs Bradley wholeheartedly approves of. Chris helps us define the item that whisks the shamming Brown away. In the text it is a called a hurdle, which Chris reports is “a section of crudely made latticed fence, employed here as a makeshift stretcher.”

Countdown John appreciated Mrs Bradley’s subtle syntax and the clever way Gladys Mitchell presents a line with alternate meanings for speaker and audience (in this case, Emming, Mansell, and Obury). Here’s Mrs Bradley’s line of dialogue with the accompanying text: ‘“Ed Brown was shot at, just after half-past twelve.” The comma indicated in her voice prevented the statement from being a lie, but this fine shade of meaning was lost upon her hearers.’ Adds Countdown John, “What a great line that is.”
 
THE PSYCHOANALYST, SELF-PRESERVATION EXPERT

Judging from her dialogue and actions, Mrs Bradley has a clear idea of how the many threads tie together. For the readers and characters trying to keep up with her logic, however, the experience is generally more frustrating. Joyka explains that “Mrs B has started to investigate, quietly and on her own finally, and she must be on the right track. Why else would she have to plug a balloon at the spinney gate with her revolver after the exhumation!”

Tracy also likes to see a busy Mrs B. She writes, “In the later chapters of this section there is more action, less talk, which is more to my liking. Mrs Bradley has returned to London and gets an invitation to an event. She immediately figures out that this is part of a plot but decides to go along with the invitation. We get to see George, her chauffeur, in this section of the story.” Joyka applauded the appearance of Mrs Bradley’s reliable factotum: “I was so happy to see solid, dependable George.”
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The event meant to ensnare the undeceived detective is, amusingly, an invitation to attend the Ideal Home exhibition. This, Chris informs us, was “an annual exhibition of new home design, furniture, and consumer durables, held at Earls Court, west Kensington since 1908. The first microwave oven had been unveiled there in 1947.” Personally, I adore imagining the formidable Mrs Bradley strolling through a showroom of modern domestic appliances! Adds Chris, “If you’re curious to see what Mrs Bradley missed by not showing up there, a British Pathé newsreel of the 1950 exhibition can be viewed on YouTube, featuring state-of-the-art cocktail cabinets, kitchen gadgets, and mops.”

It is always fun when Gladys Mitchell sends up the image of the elderly detective through her own exotic creation. It is perhaps the author paying homage to benign but astute old lady characters like Miss Marple. Martyn says, “It was a real treat to see the return of the eccentric, grotesque Mrs Bradley, provoking horror with her ‘repulsive bundle of dead-looking natural-coloured wool’, and her huge wooden knitting needles.”
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But the highlight for many readers was a wonderfully comic set-piece where the hapless Tiny Fullalove attempts to break into Mrs Bradley’s Kensington home. While Tiny seems to act with murderous intent, Mrs B is not so sure. Martyn captures the spirit of the nighttime siege: “The attempted break-in of Mrs Bradley’s home could have come from the pages of one of P.G. Wodehouse’s Blandings novels. The extravagant rigmarole of the record player (and the ‘unearthly sound’ of the dogs that barked in the night); the crashing entry of Henri, her French cook, brandishing a carving knife; the ‘Gallic screaming’ of his wife, the housemaid, ‘issuing commands and injunctions to the ghostly and intangible dogs’, is pure orchestrated farce. In fact, we’re told that it had all been ‘previously rehearsed’!” Countdown John also found the description and delivery of these events hilarious.

As comical as the scene is, it is not without menace. Asks Martyn, “Yet even though the intruder carries a commando knife, and is clearly intent on something nefarious, Mrs Bradley lets him off with a caution. Why?” But the still-hobbling Tiny seems ill-matched against his adversary. Joyka remembers that “Mrs B chucks Tiny’s knife onto the roof with a flick of her wrist.” Indeed, it’s a gesture in keeping with her persona of earlier tales, where the aging analyst could ensnare a culprit’s arm in a grip of iron or throw a knife at a paper target and hit the bullseye every time.

THE PSYCHOANALYST, MEDICALLY MISTAKEN

One of the many clues to be discovered and considered in these chapters is an “empty packet of aspirin tablets” found half buried in the badgers’ sett. Mrs Bradley concludes that it was not there while the winter snow blanketed the area, and with that realization she makes a rather surprising (although perhaps characteristic) choice. Countdown John observes that “Mrs Bradley's deliberate destruction of what she believes to be a false clue to avoid muddying the waters is interesting. It is also very arrogant –she should at least have kept it in case it is important.” I’m inclined to agree.

But there’s another headache-inducing aspect to the aspirin business here, and it’s a mistake that Countdown John’s wartime dispensary nurse Agatha Christie would never have made. Chris B. reports. 
“I think I’ve stumbled upon one of the most elementary blunders that Mrs Bradley ever commits. Upon discovering a discarded – or perhaps planted – aspirin packet at the spinney, her hypothesis is that Tiny might have caused Bill’s death by somehow feeding him an overdose of aspirin before he went out into the snow, so that ‘Once Bill had fallen asleep, nothing could save him in such weather’. The problem is that an overdose of aspirin could not even render Bill drowsy, never mind unconscious. The worst that could happen would be rare side-effects such as tinnitus or gastric bleeding. This is because aspirin is simply an analgesic (pain-killer), and certainly not a soporific (sleeping-pill), which was exactly why it was widely available without prescription. Mrs B’s usual medical expertise suddenly deserts her, and she is permitted to confuse the two kinds of medication.”

I have only one rather weak, hypothetical point to offer in the author’s defense. We learn that Mrs Bradley believes the packet was planted by someone to throw suspicion on Tiny for drugging his cousin. So it is just possible (although a stretch) to believe that it was a villager who was uninformed of aspirin’s effects and not the psychoanalyst, who saw through the clue and its anticipated deception. If that were the case, though, one wonders why Gladys Mitchell didn’t just have her criminal leave an empty packet of sleeping pills on the ground instead. A packet featuring pills of even the mildest no-prescription dosage would create the desired suggestion. 

Continuing a thematic thread from last week’s discussion, Chris also notes that “her deduction that aspirin ‘of course, suggested the presence of a woman’ does not seem reliable either. Possibly this is a further instance of 1950s gender assumptions, as if no real man would stoop to self-medication even for a migraine.”

 
THE AUTHOR, AND A TELLING WEAKNESS

Tracy gets to the heart of an unsatisfying narrative choice often found in Gladys Mitchell’s later mystery stories (and sometimes in her earlier ones). Tracy observes, “I find that sometimes the investigating portion of the Mrs Bradley mysteries is less than satisfying. Possibly because I get confused by all the theories and mention of important discoveries that don't move my understanding of the story forward, even if they satisfy Mrs Bradley. I prefer the scenes with more action, or when the possible suspects interact with Mrs B.”

Adding to this justifiable criticism, José observes that too many clues are sometimes more defeating than too few. He writes, “I don't feel able to differentiate what might have some relationship with the case at hand and other aspects that might end up being insignificant. At times, the plot seems clear and straightforward, though occasionally it turns out to be more convoluted than what might be desirable.” José continues, “The characters are very well drawn, but it is difficult to determine accurately the role they play, and it would have been advisable, like in theatre plays, to offer a list of dramatis personae (characters involved) to help the reader.”
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I think José and Tracy are reacting in part to Mitchell’s penchant for characters theorizing through conversations that cover multiple topics in bewildering fashion, with little or no resolution of ideas by the end of the scene. In a way, they are playful examinations of clues in the spirit of a fair-play mystery story: the detective (via the author’s hand) reminds and teases Watson and reader with the evidence collected to date. The sleuth here is not ready yet to reveal the significance of, say, the discovered dog leashes or the glowing balloon tied to the gate, and when asked about them, Mrs Bradley will answer elliptically and her questioner will then move to another unexplained element. The cumulative result can be frustrating, and many readers – me certainly included – find themselves uncertain of what to save and what to dismiss after these exchanges.
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Martyn vividly describes the characteristics and exhausting effects of this approach, writing that by the end of this section “the cloud of unknowing (for the reader, and presumably for every character except Mrs Bradley) hasn’t lifted. I think that if I was one of Mrs Bradley’s interlocuters, I would find her pretty irritating by now. She has become gnomic, knowing, and inscrutably sphinx-like. She nods, she smiles, she quips ‘This falls out better than I could devise,’ but what she is thinking, and why she is thinking it, remains a mystery. She is playfully Socratic, asking questions, challenging other people’s thinking (or lack of it), while all the while keeping her cards close to her chest. Whatever Mrs Bradley knows, Gladys Mitchell isn’t telling, which leaves the reader all at sea.”

THE READERS, CAUTIOUS YET OPTIMISTIC

As we make our way to the final chapters, the group contributors all seem ready to persevere, despite some rocky ground and, occasionally, poor visibility. Even with an uphill climb, everyone seems to have found much to appreciate, and I have greatly enjoyed hearing from the group and seeing the landscape through their eyes. I’m especially grateful that my fellow trekkers consistently point out all the fantastic flora and fauna that I would surely have missed walking this remarkable countryside on my own!

Final thoughts before we finish our tour:

From Martyn: “I found these chapters to be brisker, more entertaining, and after a quick second read, more satisfying than the previous five.”

From Tracy: “As usual, I have no idea where [the many plot points] are heading, [but] I am enjoying the story and look forward to finding out how it all ends.”

And Joyka shares a line from the text that’s “pure GM gold”: ‘Here she squatted like a benevolent toad and appeared to lapse into meditation.’

Next week, we meditate on Groaning Spinney’s final five chapters. Squatting like a benevolent toad is optional. Please send your comments – NB that we will avoid major spoilers in the blog post – to jason@jasonhalf.com by Tuesday, December 28 if possible. Happy holidays and thanks for reading!

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Joyka
12/29/2021 12:16:35 pm

I would like to defend Gladys Mitchell and Mrs B in their belief that aspirin can be used to induce sleep. We are looking at it from our modern day perspective. Many writers of this era use aspirin to “ help them nod off” and not as a pain killer as we know it today. I wish I had examples at my fingertips to prove. But, my husband is a pharmacist and we have often commented on this very thing. In fact, he says, aspirin is so potent, that if it were developed today, it would be on prescription.

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12/29/2021 12:56:03 pm

Hello Joyka -- Another Gladys Mitchell reader, FJ, responded to me via email with similar thoughts about the effects of aspirin then and now. He suggests that aspirin currently "may be slightly different from what was distributed at the time", and suggests Mitchell's experience as a games mistress and instructor at women's schools should have given her an understanding of aspirin's effect on the body. I think both inferences here are valid.

FJ also brought to my attention a reference to aspirin in the first Mrs. Bradley mystery. He writes,"In Speedy Death (Chapter 14, “Mrs. Bradley Explains,” page 190 of the modern blue Vintage paperback edition), Bertie Philipson calls it a 'harmless, unnecessary drug” he “leaves to the ladies,' but Eleanor Bing says she 'rarely, if ever, [has] recourse to such a means of inducing sleep.' So there's another text reference to the soporific power of aspirin from the author, at least concerning a 1920s UK pharmaceutical reference.

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