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Postscript To Poison Paperback – January 1, 2005
What’s more, the two cousins couldn’t even be sure if Mrs. Lackland’s death would set them free, since the provisions of their grandfather’s will were sealed. Things came to a head one hot summer in the late 1930s when the old lady took ill, hovered at the edge of death, and then miraculously recovered. But the night before she was to meet with her solicitor to make yet one more change in her will, she was found dead, the apparent victim of a poisoner. Chief Inspector Dan Pardoe of Scotland Yard is called in to investigate an ever-growing list of suspects.
This classic 1938 Golden Age detective novel marked the debut of Dorothy Bowers, a very talented writer in the Sayers school who might well have joined the ranks of the masters of the genre had she not died from tuberculosis at the age of 46 after completing only five novels.
- Print length190 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherRue Morgue
- Publication dateJanuary 1, 2005
- Dimensions6 x 0.5 x 9 inches
- ISBN-100915230771
- ISBN-13978-0915230778
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- Publisher : Rue Morgue; First Edition (January 1, 2005)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 190 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0915230771
- ISBN-13 : 978-0915230778
- Item Weight : 11.2 ounces
- Dimensions : 6 x 0.5 x 9 inches
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While I can recommend Bowers' work, I can recommend you skip this one.
The daughters also died early, each leaving a daughter of her own. Their father never forgave them, but, as guardian to his two granddaughters, determined that they should be raised under strict supervision to prevent any repetition of their mothers' sins. While the girls were still young, he too died, leaving his widow Cornelia with absolute power over their fates. They are not to seek employment or marry without her consent; it is never to be revealed to them that, after Cornelia's death, all their grandfather's wealth will be theirs. Now young women, they are virtually slaves to Cornelia's every whim; with little else to do, Cornelia amuses herself by making them as miserable as she possibly can. All this power has turned her into a monster.
Recently confined to her bed by a long and serious illness, Cornelia makes a remarkable recovery. She is eagerly awaiting permission from her doctor (and closest confidant) to come downstairs again, where she can exercise more control. It has come to her notice that, in her absence, one of the granddaughters has invited a young man (even worse, an actor) to dinner. One of her favorite games has to do with changing her will: she has led the girls to believe she can punish them, if she wishes, by leaving them penniless. But she never makes it downstairs again; she is poisoned in her bed the night before.
Its story may have ancient roots (remember Snow White and Cinderella), but this novel is well written, cleverly plotted, credible, and suspenseful. The cathedral town setting is effective: the religious, law-abiding citizens, a little embarrassed at the necessity of having a police force at all; the fine old house that has become the scene of so much bitterness; the hot, humid summer days making the stifling atmosphere even more unbearable, culminating in a fatal storm. The Minsterbridge police are themselves uneasy around murder, especially within a wealthy family, so call for assistance from Scotland Yard in the person of thorough, efficient Chief Inspector Pardoe. Still, even he can't prevent a second murder.
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The set-up seemed "Golden-Age-conventional", with an unpleasant step-grandmother, a huge fortune tied up in a restrictive will, two potential heiresses, a strange companion, a handsome doctor, a glamorous film actor, and murder in a country town. However, the writing is excellent and the characterisation vivid, although some of the descriptive passages verge on the pretentious and sometimes slow down the plot.
I enjoyed this mystery tremendously, despite spotting the perpetrator(s) early on. Chief Inspector Dan Pardoe is interesting, and very good at his job. It is here, in the proper use of professional policemen and in the superiority of her prose, that Bowers outdoes some of the more widely-known Queens of Crime.
Highly recommended.
4.5 stars
Bowers was a technically accomplished writer. She had a particular flair, or at least a bent, for scenic description, and she gives this full rein here. To take an example …
‘Day melded reluctantly into a night almost as warm, which with the generous luminosity of high summer, folded Minsterbridge in a veil that could scarcely be called deeper than dusk. Creeping vapours from the river promised again a sun-steeped world tomorrow. Sound gradually declined to the long hush that is never soundless. Now and again from the pastures came the desolate cry of a sheep, emphasizing the silence, it broke like the ripples of a flung stone which shatters the mirror of a pond.
‘In St Michael’s square the shadows welled and melted into one shadow. A thin breeze rose …’
And so it goes for a further couple of hundred words. Whatever one may think of this kind of thing, and arguably there is nothing inherently wrong with it that the excision of the odd adjective and adverb would not cure, one must question its relevance in a detective mystery. But it is not a major drawback. The reader unable to accept these passages as interludes can skim over them relatively painlessly while losing nothing.
Bowers puts her literary powers to more fitting use in her descriptions of the mannerisms and attitudes of her characters. As is to be expected where there are lots of suspects and a murder puzzle to assemble and solve in a couple of hundred pages, there is not much time for character development. Nevertheless the characters as drawn have a solidity and individuality, a presence, not often to be found in the work of golden age writers. This is a cut above the affectations and shop window tableaux and theatrical poses that pass for characterization in Sayers and Christie, and a long way removed from the cardboard cutouts that Crofts and others shuffle about.
Nor do Bowers’ descriptions necessarily tend to the ornate. For instance, the discovery of the body of the second victim is described with a surprising economy and directness, but is nonetheless genuinely affecting.
Occasionally readers may find themselves having to re-read a sentence to ascertain that they have correctly understood its meaning. But, despite what some may think, it is no bad thing to have to concentrate on what one is reading.
There is thorough-going fair play. At all times the reader has exactly the same information as Pardoe. And the puzzle is good. Almost everyone is suspect. It is possible to make an informed guess at the murderer, but it will be an astute reader who manages to assemble the clues to establish their guilt, motive, and the details of the commission of the crime.
There are criticisms that can be made of things other than Bowers’ tendency to lapse into nature writing. Most are minor. For example, the premise on which the plot partly rests, that the beneficiaries of a reversionary interest under a will can be kept in ignorance of their status as beneficiaries until the holder of the life interest dies, is false. Wills (once proven) are public documents. (There are such things as secret trusts that might obviate this, but no such device is employed here.) Similarly, the literary quotations that head each chapter do not add anything, and are not even particularly to the point. They are cheap ornaments.
A more serious defect is that the climax of the story is a contrived, unconvincing, and thin piece of melodrama that is not only unnecessary for the plot but also bears little demonstrative relationship to it. It occupies the last half of the penultimate chapter (before the obligatory ending where Pardoe explains the solution) and it could have been (and should have been) quite simply excised from the book. As it stands, it is lazy work that spoils what is otherwise a fine example of a puzzle mystery.
There are no silly amateurs ...the highly professional CID officers have no irritating mannerisms. There are no lengthy and repetitive descriptions of endless coffee making . There are some nasty people in this book and the prose makes sure one is aware of all their faults . The clueing is totally fair and I really think some of this writing puts to shame some of the " bigger name " writers.
In some respects I am reminded that Bowers was in a similar place as the equally wonderful Harriet Rutland ( 3 books ) and Elizabeth Gill ( 3 books ) . It's quality not necessarily quantity. Finally this is all available at a bargain price.