Friday, September 5, 2014

Found Drowned? The Man from the River (1928), by GDH and Margaret Cole (mostly GDH)

Below is pictured the dust jacket of The Man from the River, the 1928 detective novel by the mystery-writing English couple GDH and Margaret Cole--one of the finest dust jackets for a Golden Age mystery in my view.  How is the novel itself?


In The Man from the River Dr. Michael Prendergast is on vacation in the quaintly decayed Essex village of Steeple Tollesbury, outside Colchester, awaiting the arrival of his clever policeman friend, Superintendent Henry Wilson of Scotland Yard (Mrs. Wilson is nowhere in evidence in this one). Two later Coles novels also pair Wilson with his sometime Watson, Dr. Prendergast, as do some Coles short stories.

Before Wilson's arrival to join Prendergast at The Old Malting House, a corpse is fished out of the River Toll.  Foul play is suspected--but just how was the corpse done to death?  The dead man is William Meston, a partner in a Colchester brokerage firm.  It turns out that there are quite a few people who might have wanted Weston dead, for motives both financial (there seem to have business shenanigans going on in the brokerage firm) and amorous (Weston's beautiful wife, Sylvia, had recently left her husband to stay with relations at nearby Loring Grange--see map--where she had a great many male admirers).

Local law enforcement being a bunch of nitwits, they are soon relying heavily on the informal aid of the vacationing Wilson, who in turn informally allows his minion Prendergast to do some investigative leg work for him and to sit in on all his interviews with witnesses and suspects. Golden Age crime writers tended to be rather casual about this sort of thing in the 1920s, don't you know.

endpaper map (showing Loring Grange)

Critics Jacques Barzun and Wendell Hertig Taylor liked the plot of The Man from the River, but thought the approach too whimsical and discursive. There is a somewhat facetious tone to the proceedings that detracts from the book, in my view, although this ultimately is a matter of personal taste.  But the plot is a rich and complex, with the authors (primarily, with this one, GDH Cole) impressively juggling some two dozen characters.*

*(a list of the characters to go with the wonderful endpaper map would have been nice, especially since some of the names are similar: William Meston, Mark Warden, Wallace Burden).

The last third of the book, when the investigation begins really to focus, is quite good and the solution clever and surprising. The Man from the River is, all in all, a fine example of a twenties English village mystery: a bit flippant, perhaps, but oh! so clever.  Sadly, it is out-of-print, like the other Coles detective novels.

GDH and Margaret Cole were prominent twentieth-century English intellectuals and socialists who over a period of some twenty years in the 1920s, 1930s and 1940s published close to three dozen detective novels and novellas/novelettes, as well as nearly three dozen mystery short stories.  GDH, or Douglas, Cole probably wrote eighteen of the twenty-eight novels, and Margaret ten.

The majority of these works concern the exploits of their character Superintendent Henry Wilson, who, like Freeman Wills Crofts' Inspector French, was one of the most prominent Golden Age fictional police detectives.  For more on the Coles' detective fiction see my forthcoming book The Spectrum of English Murder.

16 comments:

  1. I have this! The endpapers have the very same map. But the previous owner of my copy slapped her bookmark on the inside cover and ruined the map. Grrr.... Luckily, the rear endpapers have the same map and are unmarred. I haven't read this one but I've enjoyed most of the books by the Coles I've read. However the Mrs. Warrender stories leave a bit to be desired, IMO.

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    1. John, oh! I hate those people who do that! I agree about the Warrender stories. When Bill Pronzini picked The Toys of Death for his women sleuths anthology he made the pick of the bunch.

      I wish my copy had a better preserved dj spine, but one is just lucky to have the dj at all these days.

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  2. Lovely, lovely cover and endpapers! And a spiffy review. I keep my eye out for the Coles when I'm hunting through my favorite used bookstores, but no luck so far.

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    1. They are hard-to-find that way, Bev, it's been a long while since they were reprinted, over sixty years, I believe, with a couple exceptions.

      I'm a sucker for any mystery with a village map. ;)

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    2. I know they are (as are many on my TBF--To Be Found--list), but I much prefer the thrill of the hunt. It's also best if keep my vintage mystery hunting to in-person searches in book stores/sales/what-have-you--it helps keep my TBR mountain range a "little" more manageable. :-)

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  3. I have never read a book by the Cole couple I'm afraid but this sounds highly amusing (though two dozen supporting characters sounds like a lot!) - I spent a lot of unhappy times in Colchester in the 90s, stuck there on trains on my way to and fro Norwich (just thought I'd share).

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    1. I'd love to see that part of England! Coles books definitely varied (in part because they were not really co-authored in fact), I think this one was one of the better ones, though not the best.

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  4. I used to have an old compilation volume, "Four Great Detective Novels" that had this in it (along with "The Red House Mystery","The Rasp" and something else). Somehow it didn't make much of an impression. I can't remember whether that edition had the map in it.

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    1. "Something else" was The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, Nigel. It's certainly true those three novels are much better known than The Man from the River, though I suppose many today will not know The Rasp (where are the Philip Macdonald reprints, incidentally). I imagine the map was not present, such things usually get left out of compilation volumes.

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  5. “Golden Age crime writers tended to be rather casual about this sort of thing in the 1920s, don’t you know.”
    Indeed; so Lionel Townsend explains in Chapter Eight of the Sgt. Beef novel Case without a Corpse:-
    “I was determined not to be left out of the case now, even if Detective-Inspector Stute was going to take it up. So that next morning I went round to the police station, asked for the Sergeant, and was shewn in to the office in which he and Stute were already in conference.
    There was, of course, no reason why I should be admitted, but my reading of detective novels, which had been considerable, had taught me that an outsider, with no particular excuse, was often welcomed on these occasions, especially if he had the gift of native fatuity, and could ask ludicrous questions at the right moment, so I hoped for the best. Beef introduced me without explanation, Stute nodded amicably—and indicated a chair, and I was at home. That, I thought, is one good thing that writers of detective novels have done—taught Scotland Yard to admit miscellaneous, strangers to their most secret conclaves.”

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    1. Oh, this is priceless. I must look for this book.

      Passing Tramp: I enjoyed the two Coles that I have read. This one seems good too. Thanks for the review. And the jacket and the map are very enticing.

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    2. Glad you liked, Neer. I hope some headway can be made on reprinting these books. And I just love, love, love the maps!

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  6. Congratulations Curt. Looking forward to buying your new book. ;)

    Lin.

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