Ngaio Marsh. Death and the Dancing Footman (1942)

 

     Ngaio Marsh. Death and the Dancing Footman (1942) Jonathan Royal assembles a group of guests who all have reason to hate each other, just to see what will develop. What develops is murder, done to gain a fortune and thereby the hand of a femme fatale. Along the way Marsh indulges her taste for comedy and satire, and does a very neat job of scattering red herrings about. The romantic lead and the ingenue fall in love as expected, the host is struck by pangs of conscience, and several other people come to their moral senses. The conventions of melodrama are thus respected, and a very pleasant four or so hours of reading provided. *** (2007)

Sue Grafton. F is for Fugitive (1989)

     Sue Grafton. F is for Fugitive (1989) A dying man, father of a fugitive convicted murderer, hires Kinsey to find the real murderer of a school girl 17 years after the fact. The setting is a small town, which means there are open secrets that no one acknowledges, and secrets that no one knows. The murderer is the fugitive’s sister, a school counsellor who has a lunatic crush on her principal and suffers from pathological jealousy. Kinsey’s investigations provide fuel for her jealousy, and prompt more murders. Grafton, like so many women crime writers, is a good satirist, and in her characters presents us with a number of acid comments on human frailty and vanity. A pleasant entertainment, but lacking the tension and edge of earlier books. **½ (2007)

Guy Williams. The World of Model Railways (1970)

     Guy Williams. The World of Model Railways (1970) It’s difficult to decide what audience Williams had in mind for this book. He tries to include everything: a brief history of railways, the development of railway modelling as an adjunct to design, then the appearance of toy trains, and the slow but steady growth of true-to-scale modelling. His technical discussions vary from accurate to simplified and thereby misleading. Errors abound (many mere typos, the kind that galley proofing should have caught.) He devotes chapters to layouts, track, rolling stock, buildings, scenery, etc, but deals with none of them in a way that would help a beginner to design and build his own layout, nor how to select commercial offerings.
      The book also displays the weaknesses of Williams’ sources. He doesn’t have a wide enough knowledge of “the world of model railways” himself, so he relies on others to fill in the gaps. That’s done in a haphazard fashion, for example, New Zealand gets more ink that the USA, although well over half of all model railroaders in the world are located in North America. There is no way for the naive reader to judge the relative importance or accuracy of the information Williams provides, while the knowledgeable fan sees many distortions and misleading emphases. The black and white photos are poorly reproduced, but the colour plates are sharp and clear. Some captions refer to the “realistic” scenery, which is somewhat too kind a description. All in all, a hodgepodge which satisfies neither the beginner nor the seasoned modeller. (2007)

Lynn Truss. Talk to the Hand (2005)

     Lynn Truss. Talk to the Hand (2005) Truss discusses the ways in which manners have changed for the worse, with occasional acknowledgments of improvements. I agree with her. Civility and good manners may be the least of moral issues, but like all moral issues, they deal with the fundamentals, here how we deal with each other in public. Good manners is the most basic realisation of the golden rule: Deal with other as you would like them to deal with you. The word Truss invokes is “respect.” Respect is acting out the assumption that the other person is as important as yourself. That’s all. Easy to understand, isn’t it? So why is it so hard to do? ***½ (2007)

E. O. Parrott. The Dogsbody Papers (1988)

      E. O. Parrott. The Dogsbody Papers (1988) I gave the is book to Jon in 1994. As expected, it showed no signs of use: Jon can read a book without leaving a trace, not even smudges from dirty thumbs.
     The title describes the contents, but not the angles taken by the several contributors. Apparently many of the most significant events in history were caused by misunderstood comments or instructions, sometimes issued by, and sometimes to, a Dogsbody. Dogsbodies had relatives in other countries, too. In Normandy, there were the Corps du Chien, for example. But wherever they lived, they derailed, redirected, or otherwise changed history in unexpected ways. These records unfortunately confirm that it made no real difference. Human chicanery, lust, greed, hypocrisy, and bloodymindedness inevitably triumph. Bah! **½ (2007)

Ngaio Marsh. Colour Scheme (1943)

 

     Ngaio Marsh. Colour Scheme (1943) A war book, in many ways a propaganda book. Spying happens at a badly run resort in southern New Zealand. Then there’s a murder. Alleyn, who’s spending a good part of the war assisting the New Zealanders on security matters, presents himself as a guest, solves the puzzle, and quietly melts into the background. The book focusses on the hapless British middle-class expats, the Maoris (somewhat sentimentalised to modern sensibilities, but not at all so conceived or perceived in 1943), the temperaments of actors, the clash of sensibilities, the effects of shyness, and so on. Social comedy, in other words, and well done. The murder and its solution are almost perfunctory, and for the most part are used to further illuminate character, and so comment on the society they form. Thoroughly enjoyable. **½ (2007)

Ngaio Marsh. Artists in Crime (1938)

      Ngaio Marsh. Artists in Crime (1938) This is the book in which Alleyn meets Troy. They are sailing from Suva on the same ship, and he surprises her painting the dock as the ship moves out. He likes what he sees, but she misunderstands his interest, and bristles, so Alleyn misunderstands. When a few weeks later Alleyn must attend a spectacularly gruesome and ingenious murder at Troy’s class for painters, the misunderstandings multiply. Alleyn solves the puzzle, with the usual help from Fox, Bailey, and Thompson. We meet his mother, too, and get several scenes showing what a marvellous mum she is, as well as a very smart lady. She approves of Troy, in part because Alleyn bought her portrait of himself which she had painted on the ship.
     Marsh’s penchant for social comedy appears more strongly here than in earlier books. The opening act, the journey from Suva, includes a nicely sharp-clawed portrait of a spoiled and self-centred Hollywood actress, and seems to have been written as much to make satiric points about such females as to introduce us to Troy, and Alleyn’s sudden (and beautifully rendered) love for her. The case itself affords more opportunities to show Alleyn and Troy’s progressive entanglement with each other, each afraid that the other will mistake motives and emotions, and so each unable to trust their perceptions. The story ends happily for them, but one does wonder (briefly) what the effects of the murder will be on the other people involved.
     The murderer is another self-centred woman, but not a silly one. While the actress was merely vain, the painter is a psychopath. The puzzle is well done and fairly presented: an alert reader could solve it. I’m not an alert reader, I’m more interested in characters and atmosphere than clues. All the same, I often divine the culprit, though I can’t give a coherent proof of guilt. In this case, I spotted the murderer just before Alleyn unmasked her. However, I thoroughly enjoyed the book. *** (2007)