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Friday, February 21, 2025

Book Review - Anthony Berkeley's The Wintringham Mystery

The Wintringham Mystery by Anthony Berkeley
Published by: Revelation Press
Publication Date: 1926
Format: Kindle, 268 Pages
Rating: ★★★
To Buy (different edition than one reviewed)

When Stephen Munro inherited a comfortable fortune he had two choices. One was to squirrel it away and live sensibly. The other was to live his life to the fullest until his funds ran out. He chose the later. Which is why at the age of twenty-seven he has taken a job as the footman to Lady Susan Carey at Winteringham Hall in Sussex. He has given up hopes of a carefree future with Pauline Mainwaring and is ready to take whatever the world will throw at him. His omniscient valet, Bridger, knowing that Stephen will be unable to take what the world has in store has already secured a job for himself with Lady Susan as her under-gradener. It wouldn't do to leave Stephen adrift in the world. Who knows what might happen? As it transpires, murder is what happens. But not at first. At first Stephen is in for a rude awakening. Because despite Lady Susan and her niece Millicent being somewhat charmed by Stephen's attempts at making a go of things, the butler, Martin, is not. Martin is going to put Stephen through his paces, with the added complication that there is to be a house party and Stephen knows most of the guests and he now must answer to William. Because all the footmen at Winteringham Hall are called William. The guests, Stephen's friends, soon start arriving. Or at least some of them were his friends before his newly reduced circumstances. There's an old friend of Lady Susan's, Colonel Uffclume, the explorer John Starcross, dandy Henry Kentisbeare, a bright young thing, Baby Cullompton, Lady Susan's niece and Stephen's friend Freddie Venables, and worst of all, Pauline Mainwaring with her new fiance, the "Stock Exchange Knight," Sir Julius Hammerstein. They are soon joined by Cecily Vernon, who had been staying with Lady Susan but was to have left earlier in the day and has now returned to Winteringham Hall. Of all of them Freddie is having the hardest time treating Stephen as staff. And when he gets up the idea to hold a seance, well, despite being a footman, Stephen is roped into the scheme. At the seance Cecily disappears. Everyone but Lady Susan is up in arms. Stephen is sacked but asked to stay on as a guest. She wishes him to look into Cecily's disappearance. Because she has an idea on how she did it, just not how she had the knowledge. Plus, it gives the old lady a chance to play matchmaker and get Stephen and Pauline back together and get ride of the odious Sir Julius. But putting the pieces of the puzzle together is easier said than done, especially once there is a ransom demand and Martin ends up dead. But if Stephen can just connect the dots he might get the girl of his dreams and a happily ever after.

The Winteringham Mystery's claim to fame is that not even Agatha Christie could solve it. The story was originally serialized in The Daily Mirror when it was the vogue to run competitions to see if the newspaper's readers could solve a case. And the prizes were quite significant, about $20,000 by today's standards. Agatha Christie was known to enter them, tying with eleven others for the runner's up prize for the Daily Sketch's The Mystery of Norman's Court. Notably she entered The Daily Mirror's competition under her husband's name, Colonel A.E. Christie. Alas, even though she was a runner up, she was unable to solve to disappearance of Stella, Cecily's original name, and this inability has led to the book's claim to fame. Though The Winteringham Mystery was out of print for nearly ninety-five years, so perhaps she got the last laugh? But it's still interesting that she was unable to answer "How did Stella Disappear?" and "Who caused her disappearance, and why?" I figured out the who and was mostly right on the why, I mean, money being the why is the oldest answer in the book... But I don't think I would have been awarded a prize. The genius of Anthony Berkeley is his answers are in plain sight so when he actually explains it you nod sagely and go, yeah, I could have solved it, all the while knowing you totally didn't. And this book had a light touch. Fun characters, witty dialogue, and while I was sad that the Jeeves and Wooster vibe established in the first chapter didn't continue throughout the book with Bridger barely being seen afterwards, that P.G. Wodehouse banter still continued. Because this would be Bertie Wooster solving crime. The stakes? The stakes are amusing an old woman. And I want to be that old woman. I want my whims catered to, I want to call someone named Stephen William just because. I want to not call the police if it's my prerogative. And, I want to be a blatant matchmaker. That last one I think is a little jab at Agatha Christie's expense because she's always matchmaking but never being explicit about it, here, Lady Susan is like, yeah, I'm matchmaking while you solve crimes, and? I mean, sure Lady Susan might strain credulity by her methods, but, I say the method to her madness is what makes this book work, makes Stephen as layabout cum footman cum crime solver believable. What I didn't find believable is that everyone was intimately familiar with chloroform and that this is viewed as a Christmas book. It takes place in September. Well, no one gets it one hundred percent right. Not even Agatha Christie.

Friday, February 10, 2023

Book Review - Nancy Springer's The Case of the Peculiar Pink Fan

The Case of the Peculiar Pink Fan by Nancy Springer
Published by: Puffin Books
Publication Date: September 18th, 2008
Format: Kindle, 204 Pages
Rating: ★★★★
To Buy (different edition than one reviewed)

Enola Holmes is taking a bit of a respite in one of London's brand new public lavatories for women. Such luxury, such decadence, such convenience! While there she sees someone she's been hoping to run into for quite some time, Lady Cecily Alistair. Ever since Enola rescued her from the clutches of Alexander Finch she has been hoping the two would become the best of friends. But when you're busy evading the grasp of your brothers, socializing isn't really at the top of your priorities. Plus, with her caseload, when would she have the time? But now she must make time, because Lady Cecily looks distraught. When Lady Cecily sees Enola she pulls out a pink fan and signals that she needs help. Before the two gorgons who are guarding Cecily return she drops the fan for Enola to pick up. Enola now has two clues, the gorgons and the fan. She would have more if she had been able to follow the trio, but she literally ran right into her brother Mycroft and that had her a bit shaken. She was hopeful that the gorgons dropped Lady Cecily at home, but that would be too easy. She is no longer in residence. What's more, Lady Cecily's mother has fled to her country estate which means Enola doesn't have a friendly face within the family to help with her inquiries. Back at her lodgings she scours old society columns looking for the gorgons but to no avail. Not only does she realize how much she hates gossip columns, but it has given her an idea. The fan has become the most important clue and this happens to lead her to one of the gorgons, whom flattery and vanity work wonders on. Lady Cecily is engaged to her cousin Bramwell. Judging by how she looked in the ladies lavatory this isn't by choice. Finding out where Lady Cecily is supposedly located Enola learns she isn't the only Holmes on the case. This could be a major problem, especially after her run in with Mycroft. Luckily, for perhaps the only time, she has the upper hand with Sherlock. She will help him and in return he will not use this case as a way to trap her. Because Lady Cecily's safety is, for the moment, more important than Enola's.

Anyone who has ever done a deep dive into historical fiction or British costume dramas has, at some point, learned a little in passing about the language of fans. Using a fan to communicate that which cannot be spoken to members of the opposite sex seems a bit far-fetched and impractical to me. At least with the language of flowers you can sit around admiring them and decoding them as you will, but fan gestures to me seem so fleeting and, dare I say, useless. But I love how this series is always using codes and secrets that are relegated to the female domain and making them useful for purposes other than flirting. Here is the first time I've seen fans used in a logical manner, aka, to call for help when to say so out loud would be dangerous. Genius! No one would, or in this case did, suspect and Lady Cecily was saved due to a pink fan. And while this is brilliant, I think what shines out most in this volume is it's humor. Nancy Springer knew that to balance the darkness of what Lady Cecily was going through there needed to be some truly funny moments to counter the bleak. I literally snorted out loud with mirth when Enola ran into Mycroft, screaming and then injuring him to make her escape. But nothing will EVER compare to how Nancy Springer wrote Enola's internal monologue while she searched the Victorian papers for clues as to the identities of Lady Cecily's captures. "Although I cannot say I particularly enjoyed it. Over the course of the next several hours I learned that croquet was quite passé, tennis and archery still in mode, but the Very Latest Sport for ladies was golf. Lord Jug-ears and Lady Parsnip-face had been seen coaching in Hyde Park; she wore a Worth gown of ciel-bleu French gibberish moire...A most distinguished gathering had attended the christening of Baby So-and-so, firstborn son of Lord Such-a-much Earl of What-does-it-matter. Satin was Out, peau de soie In. An oil-painting exhibition themed around the Progress of the British Empire was viewable at Gallery Ever-so-exclusive. Viscount and Viscountess Ancient-lineage announced the engagement of their daughter Long-name to Great-prospects, the younger son of Earl Blue-blood...I peered at photographs of Duchess Duck-foot’s boating-party, Baron Bulb-nose’s cricket-team’s annual banquet, Debutante Wasp-waist’s coming-out ball, and dozens more without finding either of the two unpleasant faces I sought." Well, I can say I did particularly enjoy it.

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