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Saturday, 21 September 2013

‘Ultimatum’ by Simon Kernick



Published by Century, 2013. ISBN: 978-1-7808-9073-9

‘His whole world collapsed exactly three seconds after the door opened’. 

So I was hooked after the first line. And from that first line the mystery tension and excitement continued to increase. Each of the first three chapters introduced a new character which kept me avidly turning pages.

The time frame for the story begins at 07.25, when a gunman starts a reign of terror culminating in an atrocity that will happen at 23.45. Unless, that is, someone stops him!

DI Mike Bolt has twelve hours to find and stop the terrorists. Against his better judgement DC Tina Boyd succeeds in getting herself assigned to the team.  I had not met Tina Boyd before, but having been informed that when warned ‘Approach with extreme caution’, she thinks ‘Bollocks to that’ and jumps out of the car to tackle the suspect, I began to understand Mike’s reservations.”

This is a great action thriller. It’s 355 pages and once I started reading it I could not put it down. I was so caught up in the book that my partner asked me what I was reading that was delaying us going out to dinner; Although not  a crime fiction fan, he decided to read it himself, pronounced it brilliant. Praise indeed!

Well-researched, fast-paced and with well-drawn characters, this compelling read ends with a hook that has me keen to catch the next book.”
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Reviewer: Lizzie Hayes

Simon Kernick is one of Britain's most exciting new thriller writers. He arrived on the crime writing scene with his highly acclaimed debut novel The Business of Dying, the story of a corrupt cop moonlighting as a hitman. However, Simon's big breakthrough came with his novel Relentless which was selected by Richard and Judy for their Recommended Summer Reads promotion, and then rapidly went on to become the bestselling thriller of 2007. Simon's research is what makes his thrillers so authentic. He talks both on and off the record to members of Special Branch, the Anti-Terrorist Branch and the Serious and Organised Crime Agency, so he gets to hear first hand what actually happens in the dark and murky underbelly of UK crime. To find out more about Simon Kernick and his thrillers, please

visit www.simonkernick.com.

Thursday, 19 September 2013

‘Outrage’ By Arnaldur Indridason



Translated by Anna Yates
Published by Picador,
August 27, 2013.
ISBN: 978-0-250-03774-9


At the outset of this newest book by Icelandic author Indridason, the eighth in the series available in English translation, a young man picks up a woman in a bar, slips some rohypnol into her drink and brings her back to his home in an historic area of Reykjavik.  When two days later the police are called to the scene, the body found lying in a pool of blood on the floor is not that of the woman, but the young man who lived there, his throat having been slashed.  The only clues are a woman’s shawl, and a strange smell that lingers in the air.

In this latest entry in the series, Detective Elinborg has the primary role, while her colleagues Erlendur and Sigurdur Oli take on lesser roles, the former only by reference in the early and late parts of the book [referred to as “a failure of a father,” an “irascible loner,” and “an insightful detective” whom Elinborg admires but does not necessarily like].  As the book opens he has apparently taken a leave of absence to travel to the East Fjords, where he had lived as a young boy.  Oli has only a secondary role in the present investigations, with Elinborg taking the lead.

As always, Elinborg has conflicts between her job and her role as a wife and mother, and worries that she is not devoting enough time to her family.  The older of her two sons, 16 years old and increasingly distant, has been a cause of concern lately, and she “sometimes worried about the relationships between parents and their children,” a theme which recurs throughout the book.  In the course of her investigation, Elinborg is drawn into an old case, one involving the disappearance of a 19-year-old girl six years prior, and the possibility that the two cases are tied together.

Having been steadily absorbing reading for more than the first half of the book, it suddenly becomes more intriguing as the plot turns more complex, and maintains that level till the denouement.  This is a powerful book, consistent with all this author’s prior work, and is highly recommended.
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Reviewer: Gloria Feit
Arnaldur Indridason was born in 1961, the son of an Icelandic author. He worked for many years as a journalist and critic for an Icelandic newspaper, before he began writing novels. He is best known for his crime novels featuring Erlendur and Sigurdur Óli, which are consistent bestsellers across Europe. The series has won numerous awards, including the Nordic Glass Key and the CWA Gold Dagger.  At one week in the summer of 2003, his crime novels occupied the top five spots in the Icelandic bestseller list.

Ted and Gloria Feit live in Long Beach, NY, a few miles outside New York City.  For 26 years, Gloria was the manager of a medium-sized litigation firm in lower Manhattan. Her husband, Ted, is an attorney and former stock analyst, publicist and writer/editor for, over the years, several daily, weekly and monthly publications.  Having always been avid mystery readers, and since they're now retired, they're able to indulge that passion.  Their reviews appear online as well as in three print publications in the UK and US.  On a more personal note: both having been widowed, Gloria and Ted have five children and nine grandchildren between them.

Wednesday, 18 September 2013

'Generation Loss’ by Elizabeth Hand



Published by Constable Crime, 
20 June 2013. 
ISBN: 078-1-44721-10279-9

When Cass Neary was young, in the avant-garde of New York’s 70s punk scene, her photographs of the recently dead earned her cult status; she was, so it seemed, on the crest of a wave. But thirty years later, Cass, after a lifetime of drink, drugs and fleeting relationships, is alone, adrift and virtually forgotten. So when an acquaintance asks her to interview a fellow photographer, Aphrodite Kamestos, once even more famous than Cass but now a recluse and living on an island off the coast of Maine, Cass accepts: she needs the money, she needs to get out ofNew York, she needs to get away from memories too sad to bear. The island - Paswegas Island - is bleak and remote, the few people living there mostly unwelcoming.


It becomes clear that Paswegas is defined by its past when Aphrodite established a commune which attracted numerous artists, hippies and beatniks. Unpopular with most of the locals, the commune eventually failed and now only a few of its inhabitants remain. Gradually Cass is drawn into a decades-old tragedy and its continuing effect on the islanders, and the question of whether there is a connection between that tragedy and a number of disappearances in the intervening years, especially that of a young girl who worked at the hotel where Cass spent a night and for whose disappearance she feels partly responsible.

Although there is a mystery and an exciting denouement, this is essentially a literary novel which unravels Cass’s character, formed by her tormented past, and sets it in the context of the island’s mysterious and sinister past and present. Even the book’s title - Generation Loss - is significant: it refers to the loss of quality between subsequent copies of data, including photographs but also the loss of a generation of young people . . . which includes Cass herself. Not comfortable reading, but providing plenty of food for thought.
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Reviewer: Radmila May


Elizabeth Hand was born in Yonkers, New York on 29 March 1957. She grew up in Yonkers and Pound Ridge, New York, and  studied drama and anthropology at The Catholic University of America. Since 1988, Hand has lived in coastal Maine, the setting for many of her stories.







‘The Shadow Collector by Kate Ellis



Published by Piatkus,
15 August 2013.
ISBN: 978-0-7499-5802-2

A break-in at a smallholding is not usually something that falls to Detective Inspector Wesley Peterson to investigate, but as DS Rachel Tracey says, the break-in is a Devil’s Tree Cottage, the home of mother and daughter Dorothy and Lilith Benley, who were convicted eighteen years previously for the brutal murder of two teenage girls. Dorothy died in prison, but Lilith has been released and has returned.
  
Along with Detective Chief Inspector Gerry Heffernan, who worked on the case against the Bentleys when he was a sergeant eighteen years ago, Wesley visits Lilith. She tells them that the only thing stolen is her Book of Shadows.

A short distance away from Devil’s Tree Cottage is Jessop’s Farm, now known to the viewing public as Celebrity Farm where a group of celebrities were sited in Big Brother style to revive their flagging careers. Originally there had been six contestants but now only Rupert Rayborne and Zac James remain. The discovery by one of the contestants of a dead body in a nearby field has Gerry Heffeman asking, has Lilith killed again?

Meanwhile, archaeologist Neil Watson, long time university friend of Wesley’s, is working at Mercy Hall, the home of Evan and Harriet Mumford.  The historic house is a two-star listed building, and although two thirds of the house has been renovated, the restoration of the semi-derelict east wing is moving slowly. When the panelling is removed a gruesome wax doll is discovered. Further discovery of an inscription in the stone points to a hanging circa October 1643, the year Tradmouth was besieged by the Royalist army during the Civil War.

As the murder investigation continues more and more suspects come to light, and fascinatingly they seem to link back to the killing of the two teenagers eighteen years ago. Despite his preoccupation with the murder enquiry, Wesley also has matters closer to home to deal with.

This is the seventeenth book in the series, and they get better and better. As with all the previous stories, the current investigation runs parallel with an earlier death, in this instance with narration from a statement made by Elizabeth Harkness, October 1643, and the journal of Thomas Whitcombe, a Captain in the King’s army, September 6th 1643.

The story is complex and has many twists, but nothing quite prepared me for the final twist. Absolutely superb writing. Highly recommended.
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Reviewer: Lizzie Hayes

Kate Ellis was born in Liverpool and studied drama in Manchester. She is interested in archaeology and lives in North Cheshire.  Kate has twice been nominated for the Crime Writers' Association Short Story Dagger and has alse been nominated for the Theakstons Old Peculier Crime Novel of the Year. 

Visit her at www.kateellis.co.uk




Tuesday, 17 September 2013

‘Blood on the Wall’ by Jim Eldridge



Published by Robert Hale, 
29 March 2013. 
ISBN: 978-0-7198-0855-5

Inspector Andreas Georgiou of Carlisle CID is sitting on a bench looking out over the Solway Firth contemplating his suspension from the police force for alleged brutality, and the possibility that he would be forced at thirty-four years of age to take early retirement from the job he loves, when a call from the chairman of the police authority has him back on the job to find the killer of an eighteen-year-old girl.

The girl’s body is headless as was the body of a woman found in Northumberland a month ago.  Is this the work of the same person? Andreas means to find out. As the team investigation they are struck by the fact that the locations of both murders are along the line of Hadrian’s Wall, so are these ritualistic killings?

This is a good police procedural with a likable protagonist who is considered an outsider. Andreas born in London to an English mother and a Greek waiter has never been to Greece, but when he gives his name he is assumed to be foreign and has never totally fitted in. 

With two murders to solve, a superior officer who wants him off the force, and the accusation of brutality hanging over him Andrea has his work cut out. DS Debby Seward, thirty-one years old has a yen for Andreas but can she break through his reserve built up through years of being an outsider?

I greatly enjoyed this book and heartily recommend it.
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Reviewer: Lizzie Hayes

Jim Eldridge was born in the Kings Cross/Euston area of north London in November 1944. He left school at 16 and did a variety of jobs, before training as a teacher. He taught during the 1970s in disadvantaged areas of Luton, while at the same time writing. He became a full-time writer in 1978. He has had 80 books published which have sold over two million copies. He has had over 250 TV and 250 radio scripts broadcast in the UK and across the world. He lives with his wife in Cumbria; and is an associate lecturer at the University of Cumbria.

                                 http://www.jimeldridge.com

‘A Wake of Vultures’ by Mary Earnshaw



Published by Cosi & Veyn,
2012.
ISBN: 978-0-9535418-3-6

Following Professor Lizzie Lamb’s publication of her discovery of the jawbone of Homo rudolfensis, a rare ancient human, in a remote African valley, the fossil-hunters of the world are flying in to this remote part of Africa to see what they can find.  One such fossil hunter is a university professor and most unpleasant character, whom Lizzie and her archaeologist husband Alex have been carefully avoiding ever since he arrived. Unfortunately Lizzie has now encountered him – dead.

Keen to keep the location a secret until she can make further investigations Lizzie is at present at Elephant Camp run jointly by Maggie and her husband Gus together with a number of students.  With the valley inadequately policed, Lizzie with the aid of Dr Thomas Nkhoma, the South Luangwa National Park Chief, decide to pursue their own enquiries.  But a series of disturbing events has Lizzie questioning herself about people she thought she knew, but maybe didn’t..

With some great characters.  Jake Deacon the valley’s lothario Vet, and amateur archaeologist. The scouts Birgit and Isaiah, the story moves at a good pace, and as Lizzie investigates, the tension builds. Could the dead man have been involved in more than a hunt for rare fossils - something dangerous.

Set against a wild and wonderful landscape, this enthralling mystery will keep you turning the pages, as Lizzie seeks to uncover the truth behind this brutal killing.  But could it be just the start? Mary Earnshaw’s love of Africa comes through clearly in this the first book in a series featuring Lizzie lamb.  I look forward eagerly to the next book.
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Reviewer: Lizzie Hayes

Mary Earnshaw  was born in Lancashire, grew up in Yorkshire and read history at Oxford. She then  became a technical journalist specialising in telecommunications. Various management and consultancy roles led to a directorship in a utility company, but she continued to write on a freelance basis. Mary now runs a small academic publishing company which allows her to take off for Africa every now and again. Mary first visited Africa - Zimbabwe and South Africa - while working for Philips in the Netherlands. The following year, in Swaziland, on a dig near the Mozambique border, she met her husband, Professor Larry Barham, and for the last 19 years they have been visiting Zambia where he now does his research and where A Wake of Vultures, the first of a planned series featuring Professor Lizzie Lamb, is set.

‘Rant’ by Alfie Crow



Published by Moth,
19 April 2013.
ISBN: 978-1-901886-1

If you like picaresque crime novels, full of non-stop action and breathless exploits, then this book is definitely for you. The very unheroic 'hero' is out-of-work actor Mike Rant, a  fairly – let's face it – useless character, living in Newcastle, who receives a parcel containing loads of money and a coded letter. He realizes fairly quickly that the package was not intended for him but for an American guy who lives nearby.  Redelivering the parcel to its recipient leads Rant into a series of ever-escalating adventures, including bank-robbing, kidnappings, torture by London Eye, capture by Romanian criminals with a minimal grasp of English who are looking for a contract killer.  The CIA is involved but the comedy arises from the way in which everything Mike Rant touches turns immediately to criminal dross.

I couldn't possibly give the plot away: it's far too convoluted.  Enjoy!
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Reviewer: Susan Moody

Alfie Crow was born in Wallsend, Northumberland and now lives in Thirsk, North Yorkshire. He studied drama and English literature at Bangor University, and studied for a PhD in drama at Bristol University. Alfie won the Bridport prize in 2006 for his short story, Metal, and works as a performance poet.

Susan Moody was born in Oxford is the principal nom de plume  of Susan Elizabeth Donaldson, née Horwood, a British novelist best known for her suspense novels. She is a former Chairman of the Crime Writer's Association, served as World President of the International Association of Crime Writers, and was elected to the prestigious Detection Club. Susan Moody has given numerous courses on writing crime fiction and continues to teach creative writing in England, France, Australia, the USA and Denmark.  In addition to her many stand alone books, Susan has written two series, on featuring PI Penny Wanawake (seven books) and a series of six books featuring bridge player Cassie Swan.

Friday, 13 September 2013

Detectives of the Golden Age - G K Chesterton (1874-1936)



Detectives of the Golden Age
G K Chesterton (1874-1936)
By Carol Westron

Gilbert Keith Chesterton was born in 1874 in Kensington, London. He was educated at St Paul's School, and then attended the Slade School of Art and studied literature at University College, London. However he did not complete a degree in either subject.

Chesterton worked for the London publisher Redway and T. Fisher Unwin from 1896 until 1902. At this time he also worked as a freelance art and literary critic. In 1902 the Daily News gave him a weekly opinion column and in 1905 he received a weekly column in The Illustrated London News and wrote this for the next thirty years until his death in 1936.

After the First World War, Chesterton became a leader of the Distrubutist movement and later President of the Distrubutist League; a movement whose political policy was to divide private property into the smallest viable freeholds and distribute them throughout society. His magazine, GK's Weekly, edited with his friend, Hilaire Belloc, promoted these political and sociological outlooks, as did The New Witness, which Chesterton and Belloc took over after the death of Chesterton's brother, Cecil, in 1918.

In 1901 Chesterton married Frances Blogg, to whom he remained married until his death.Chesterton was one of the great Edwardian men of letters. He was a literary and art critic and a prolific author of essays, verse, biography, short stories and novels. He was dubious about his ability to perform well on radio but was persuaded to give it a try and for the last four years of his life he gave forty talks a year. The talks were very popular, possibly because of their intimate quality, gained because his wife and secretary were allowed to sit with him and he directed his words to them. He was a close friend of Hilaire Belloc and well acquainted with Oscar Wilde. Chesterton and George Bernard Shaw disagreed about practically everything and yet were on terms of friendship, often described as 'friendly-enemity.' Chesterton loved to debate and was part of many debates with Shaw, HG Wells, Bertrand Russell and Clarence Darrow. When Chesterton died, Shaw is reported to have described him as 'a man of colossal genius.'

Chesterton was a colossal personality in every way. Six-foot four in height and weighing around twenty-one stone, he habitually wore a cape and crumpled hat and carried a swordstick and smoked a large cigar. When he died of congestive heart failure, at his home in Beaconsfield, his coffin was too big to be carried down the staircase and had to be lowered out of the window. It is hard to believe that a man of such literary genius had been a slow developer academically and had not learned to read until he was over eight years old. He was also clumsy and absentminded. In later life it was common for him to send a telegram to his wife, telling her where he was and enquiring where he was meant to be.

When he was nineteen Chesterton suffered from depression and, for a time, rejected his Christian faith. It was at this time that he and his brother, Cecil, experimented with the Ouija board and became fascinated by sorcery and devil worship. In 1995 he left University College without completing his degree. In the next few years Chesterton returned to his Anglican faith, encouraged by Frances, who became his wife, and, in 1922, he converted to Roman Catholicism. Near the end of his life, he was invested by Pope Pius XI as Knight Commander with Star of the Papal Order of St Gregory the Great.

On a more secular note, in 1930 Chesterton was one of the founding members of The Detective Club and its first President. It is not certain whether Chesterton or Dorothy L. Sayers wrote the oath but it seems probable Chesterton had a hand in it. 'Do you promise that your detectives shall well and truly detect the crimes presented to them using those wits which it may please you to bestow upon them and not placing reliance on nor making use of Divine Revelation, Feminine Intuition, Mumbo Jumbo, Jiggery-Pokery, Coincidence, or Act of God?' Chesterton's detective is a Roman Catholic priest, but Father Brown does not solve crimes through Divine Revelation or Act of God. He reveals the truth using the knowledge of evil that hearing the confessions of sinners has given him throughout the years of his priesthood.

Chesterton's first fiction novel was a political fantasy, The Napoleon of Notting Hill (1904.) The best remembered of his novels is The Man Who Was Thursday (1908), in which the protagonist, a poet now working for Scotland Yard, fights an anarchist gang named for the days of the week. The Man Who Was Thursday has been described as a 'metaphysical thriller', certainly as well as being a political allegory it contains a large dose of fantasy and farce.

The detective stories that Chesterton is best remembered for are the five collections of short stories featuring Father Brown: The Innocence of Father Brown (1911); The Incredulity of Father Brown (1926); The Secret of Father Brown (1927); The Wisdom of Father Brown (1929); The Scandal of Father Brown (1935). It is interesting to note that Chesterton created his Roman Catholic priest some years before he officially converted to Roman Catholicism. The first Father Brown story, The Blue Cross, was published in the Storyteller in 1910. In The Blue Cross, Valentin, the Head of the Paris police, has tracked Flambeau, a master criminal, to England. Flambeau is an exceptionally tall man and when Valentin is examining the passengers upon the train from Harwich he can easily dismiss the 'very short Roman Catholic priest going up from a small Essex village... The little priest was so much the essence of those Eastern flats: he had a face as round and flat as a Norfolk dumpling; he had eyes as empty as the North Sea; he had several brown-paper parcels of which he was quite incapable of collecting.... He had a large, shabby umbrella, which constantly fell on the floor. He did not seem to know which was the right end of his return ticket. He explained with a moon-calf simplicity to everybody in the carriage that he had to be careful, because he had something made of real silver 'with blue stones' in one of his brown-paper parcels.' This was the first appearance of one of the most astute detectives of the Golden Age. In his Autobiography (1936) Chesterton explained his reasoning behind the deceptive exterior of Father Brown: 'His commonplace exterior was meant to contrast with his unsuspected vigilance and intelligence; and that being so, of course I made his appearance shabby and shapeless, his face round and expressionless, his manners clumsy, and so on.'
 
Many other Golden Age writers created detectives whose appearance and manner did not mirror their high intelligence, but these detectives always appeared to be deliberately wearing a mask to disguise their abilities. From the first, Father Brown is simply himself, unpretentious, honest, humble and with incredible psychological insight, especially into the nature of Evil. As he explains to Flambeau at that first meeting, '”Oh one gets to know, you know,” he added, rubbing his head again with the same sort of desperate apology. “We can't help it, being priests. People come and tell us these things.”... “Has it never struck you that a man who does next to nothing but hear men's real sins is not likely to be wholly unaware of real evil?”'

The Blue Cross was republished as the first story in the first collection of Father Brown stories, The Innocence of Father Brown (1911.) The detective Valentin only makes one more appearance but Flambeau is a frequent character in many of the Father Brown stories. In the next two stories featuring Flambeau, The Queer Feet and The Flying Stars, (The Innocence of Father Brown, 1911) he is still a criminal, at both times vanquished by Father Brown, until Father Brown persuades him to abandon crime. Many years later, in his respectable old age, Flambeau explains his reformation: '”Have I not heard the sermons of the righteous and seen the cold stare of the respectable; have I not been lectured in the lofty and distant style, asked how it was possible for anyone to fall so low, told that no decent person could ever have dreamed of such depravity? Do you think all that ever did anything but make me laugh? Only my friend told me that he knew exactly why I stole; and I have never stolen since.”' (The Secret of Flambeau; The Secret of Father Brown, 1927.)

Flambeau becomes a private detective with an office in Westminster, until, in The Secret of Father Brown, he has married and retired to a vineyard in Spain. Flambeau also becomes Father Brown's closest friend As Watson and Hastings rarely get the correct solution ahead of their more talented detective friends, so Flambeau cannot see the solution before Father Brown, but at least the gentle priest treats him with much more consideration and respect than Holmes and Poirot show to their unfortunate followers. On more than one occasion Flambeau's great strength and quick wits in the face of danger save his friend's life. 'Then came another distant detonation , and the door he was trying to open shook under the bullet buried in it. Flambeau's shoulders again filled out and altered suddenly. Three hinges and a lock burst at the same instant, and he went out into the empty path behind, carrying the great garden door with him, as Samson carried the gates of Gaza. Then he flung the garden door over the garden wall, just as a third shot picked up a spurt of snow and dust behind his heel. Without ceremony he snatched up the little priest, slung him astraddle on his shoulders and went racing towards Seawood as fast as his long legs could carry him.' (The God of the Gongs; The Wisdom of Father Brown, 1929.)

Father Brown does not rely on physical clues but psychological clues and an intuition honed by years of hearing men's confessions and his own spiritual exercises. When pushed to explain his 'method' by an American acquaintance, he describes it in this way, '”You see, I had murdered them all myself,” explained Father Brown patiently. “So, of course, I knew how it was done.”... “I planned out each of the crimes very carefully,” ...“I had thought out exactly how a thing like that could be done, and in what style or state of mind a man could really do it. And when I was quite sure that I felt exactly like the murderer myself, of course I knew who he was.” (The Secret of Father Brown, 1927.)

The little priest from Essex travels quite widely in the fifty-one stories; to London and many parts of England, and to Scotland, France, Mexico, America and Spain. Chesterton tells us very little of Father Brown's personal life, except that he has a widowed sister and a niece, Betty, of whom he is very fond. 'His gaze was shifted and recalled, however, by the breathless and even boisterous arrival of his niece, Betty. Rather to the surprise of her uncle, she led him back into the emptier room and planted him on a seat that was like an island in that sea of floor. “I've got something I must tell you,” she said. “It's so silly that nobody else will understand it.”' (The Worst Crime In the World; The Secret of Father Brown, 1927.)

Some of the information is inconsistent; in separate stories, Father Brown's first name is altered. Nor is it made clear how Flambeau escaped the detective, Valentin, and worked for many years as a detective, still using the name Flambeau, and even had friends amongst the police force, without being arrested. However, this is unimportant. The reader is drawn into the deep psychological insights that Father Brown offers and the sheer common-sense of his approach. When talking to an American police officer about the latter's dependence on the lie detector, Father Brown observes, '”You always forget that the reliable machine has to be worked by an unreliable machine”... “I mean Man.”... “If you could tell by his manner when the word that might hang him had come, why shouldn't he tell from your manner that the word that might hang him was coming? I should ask for more than words myself before I hanged anybody.”' (The Mistake of the Machine; The Wisdom of Father Brown, 1929.)

The beauty of Chesterton's descriptive writing shows his early career as an artist. 'Father Brown was walking home from Mass on a white weird morning when the mists were slowly lifting – one of those mornings when the very element of light appears as something mysterious and new. The scattered trees outlined themselves more and more out of the vapour, as if they were first drawn in grey chalk and then in charcoal.' (The Salad of Colonel Cray; The Wisdom of Father Brown, 1929.)

Often the atmosphere in the stories is heavy with foreboding and the fear of impending violence and evil.  'There was a rather depressed silence; the room was darkening, the sea-blighted boughs of the garden trees looked leaner and blacker than ever, yet they seemed to have come nearer to the window. … For the whole air was dense with the morbidity of blackmail, which is the most morbid of human things, because it is a crime concealing a crime; a black plaster on a blacker wound.' (The Absence of Mr Glass, The Wisdom of Father Brown, 1929.) And yet, within two pages Father Brown sees the less terrible truth behind this mystery and the whole tone of the story has lifted into humour. '”But a hatter,” protested Hood, “can get money out of his stock of new hats. What could (he) get out of this one old hat?” “Rabbits,” replied Father Brown promptly.'

This witty playfulness is one of the most unexpected things in Chesterton's Father Brown stories and can often catch the reader by surprise. When Flambeau provisions his small sailing vessel for his month's holiday he 'had stocked it with such things as his special philosophy considered necessary. They reduced themselves apparently to four essentials: tins of salmon, if he should want to eat; loaded revolvers, if he should want a fight; a bottle of brandy, presumably in case he should faint; and a priest, presumably in case he should die.' (The Sins of Prince Saradine; The Innocence of Father Brown, 1911.) Or when Father Brown is apologising for speaking hastily in response to a foolish statement: 'A sort of anxiety came back into the priest's eyes – the anxiety of a man who has run against a post in the dark and wonders for a moment whether he has hurt it. “I'm most awfully sorry,” he said with sincere distress. “I beg your pardon for being so rude; pray forgive me.”' (The Oracle of the Dog; The Incredulity of Father Brown, 1926.)

Father Brown is an unique detective. There is less revealed about his personal life than any other detective of his time but more about his thought processes and his belief. He is remarkably courageous, both physically and morally; unconcerned for his own safety or by public condemnation if there is a soul to be salvaged or an innocent person to be helped. The only thing that Father Brown really fears is harm to his Church. 'The priest's next words broke out of him with a sort of cry. “And if it had only been my disgrace! But it was the disgrace of all I stand for; the disgrace of the Faith that they went about to encompass. What might it have been! The most huge and horrible scandal ever launched against us since the last lie was choked in the throat of Titus Oates.”' (The Resurrection of Father Brown; The Incredulity of Father Brown, 1926.)
 

Possibly the thing that makes Father Brown stand out is that he is less concerned with crime than he is with sin; he cares more about saving souls than punishing crime. Chesterton's own religious conviction shines through the character and words of Father Brown. '”We have to touch such men, not with a bargepole but with a benediction,” he said. “We have to say the word that will save them from hell. We alone are left to deliver them from despair when your human charity deserts them.”... “Leave us with the men who commit the mean and revolting and real crimes.”' (The Chief Mourner of Marne; The Secret of Father Brown, 1927.)
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Carol Westron



Review of ‘The Innocence of Father Brown’
by G.K. Chesterton

The book consists of twelve short stories. The first of these, The Blue Cross, is centred on the duel of wits between Valentin, 'the most famous investigator of the world' and the criminal he has travelled to England to arrest, 'Flambeau was a figure as statuesque and international as the Kaiser. Almost every morning the daily paper announced that he had escaped the consequences of one extraordinary crime by committing another. He was a Gascon of gigantic stature and bodily daring; and the wildest tales were told of his outbursts of athletic humour... his fantastic physical strength was generally employed in such bloodless though undignified scenes; his real crimes were chiefly those of ingenious and wholesale robbery.' In contrast Valentin was a cold, dignified figure, even when disguised in holiday clothes: 'His clothes included a slight, pale grey jacket, a white waistcoat, and a silver straw hat with a grey-blue ribbon. His lean face was dark by contrast, and ended in a curt black beard that looked Spanish and suggested an Elizabethan ruff.'

Compared to these two powerful and charismatic men, the shabby, naïve, little priest from Essex is pathetic and faintly ridiculous. Valentin thinks that, 'The Eucharistic Congress had doubtless sucked out of their local stagnation many such creatures, blind and helpless, like a mole disinterred,' and warns him not to speak so freely of the valuable silver cross set 'with blue stones' that he is taking up to the Congress.  

When Valentin realises that Flambeau is targeting the Blue Cross there follows a strange 'hare-and-hounds' hunt across London with the French detective following an eccentric trail of clues. At Hampstead Heath Valentin catches up with the two priests he has been pursuing, one very short, one very tall, and Valentin and Flambeau discover that it is not just great detectives and master criminals who can disguise who they truly are.
The next short story in the book, The Secret Garden, features Valentin but not Flambeau. The third              and fourth, The Queer Feet and The Flying Stars show Flambeau as a thief who, by chance, again encounters Father Brown. At the end of The Flying Stars, Father Brown persuades Flambeau to abandon his life of crime: '”I want you to give up this life. There is still youth and honour and humour in you; don't fancy they will last in that trade. Men may keep a sort of level of good, but no man has ever been able to keep on one level of evil. That road goes down and down.”... “Your downward steps have begun. You used to boast of doing nothing mean, but you are doing something mean tonight.”'

Flambeau does repent and gives up his life of crime and becomes Father Brown's closest friend and frequent companion. He becomes a private detective and is responsible for introducing his friend to many of the crimes that Father Brown unravels. Father Brown depends on Flambeau's great physical strength, quick wits and fundamental integrity. The bond between them is often understated but is very real and warm. This is illustrated in The Sins of Prince Saradine, when Flambeau returns from a short fishing trip to find his friend embroiled in death and disaster. As Father Brown 'sat on the steps of the landing-stage ruminating he grew conscious of the tall, dark streak of a sail coming silently down the river, and sprang to his feet with such a back-rush of feeling that he almost wept.
“Flambeau!” he cried, and shook his friend by both hands again and again, much to the astonishment of that sportsman, as he came on shore with his fishing tackle. “Flambeau,” he said, “so you're not killed?”
“Killed!” repeated the angler in great astonishment. “And why should I be killed?”
“Oh, because nearly everybody else is,” said his companion rather wildly.'


In the first Father Brown story, The Blue Cross, Father Brown explains to Flambeau how he knows so much about crime: '”Has it never struck you that a man who does next to nothing but hear men's real sins is not likely to be unaware of human evil. But, as a matter of fact, another part of my trade, too, made me sure you weren't a priest.”
“What?” asked the thief, almost gaping.
“You attacked reason,” said Father Brown. “It's bad theology.”'
Another way that Father Brown unravels crime is explained in The Sins of Prince Saradine. 'Father Brown, though commonly silent, was an oddly sympathetic little man, and in those few but endless hours he unconsciously sank deeper into the secrets of Reed House than his professional friend. He had that knack of friendly silence which is so essential to gossip; and saying scarcely a word, he probably obtained from his new acquaintances all that in any case they would have told.'
It is in The Queer Feet that Father Brown explains something very fundamental about how he sees through the trappings of crime into its core: '”A crime,” he said slowly, “is like any other work of art. Don't look surprised; crimes are by no means the only works of art that come from an infernal workshop. But every work of art, divine or diabolic, has one indispensable mark – I mean, that the centre of it is simple, however much the fulfilment may be complicated.”' 

This is the hallmark of all the Father Brown stories; however complex the trappings and misleading the atmosphere, in the end the crime has an elegant simplicity that make them all a fascinating read. And at the heart of every mystery is Father Brown, unassuming, courageous and with a clarity of vision that allows him to see through the intricate camouflage to the truth.

Published by Waking Lion Press (30 July 2008).ISBN-13: 978-1600964053
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Reviewer: Carol Westron


Carol Westron is a successful short story writer and a Creative Writing teacher.  She is the moderator for the cosy/historical crime panel, The Deadly Dames.  Her crime novels are set both in contemporary and Victorian times, and her Scene of Crimes novel The Terminal Velocity of Cats was published in July 2013.