THE CHARACTERS: Whitby narrates the story, but he's not at all interested in solving the baffling crime of a thrice murdered victim. He'd rather attend to his involved study of the local Myxomycetes. That's slime mold to all us non-scientific schmoes. Slime molds! You'd think that this was a parody of detective novels the way the opening chapters play out. What with Whitby's reluctance to cooperate with the state troopers, the motorcycle cop who keeps showing up to interrogate the villagers, and Whitby's overeager house guest Henry Hale (a murder mystery addict and budding amateur criminologist) sticking his nose into the investigation like some junior Philo Vance. There is a wry humor that pervades the story, but the plot turns very grim and serious by the midpoint.
So is it a parody? Not really. A homage to the intuititionist school seems more likely. Despite frequent deprecating allusions to fictional detectives like Lord Peter Wimsey and Vance, Whitby fails to deter Henry from his goal of uncovering the identity of Howard Stanton's killer. Two more deaths will occur before the surprising finale.
Hale is sort of a run-of-the-mill amateur sleuth that you find in numerous American mystery novels of the mid-1930s. I was reminded of the Patrick Quentin and Jonathan Stagge novels because of the bizarre nature of the murders, the creepy atmosphere, the legend of the "thing" of the title, and a slightly macabre obsession with murder and occult phenomena.
Leading me to the most interesting character of the book -- Mr. Marigold, an overweight, florid man of middle age who lives alone with his cat Herman. Marigold regales Hale with a litany of grotesque murders from the annals of crime reveling in the lurid details of violence and unusual weapons employed from medieval times to the post-WW1 years. Later, Marigold discusses his interest in psychic research with Whitby.
INNOVATIONS: There is a strong hint that something paranormal is going on in Brookdale, but sadly this never really pans out. Still, the story has a neat resolution that may raise a few eyebrows and frustrate traditionalists in its iconoclastic disregard for the finer rules of detective novel writing.
Storme clearly seems to be inspired by Van Dine and Quentin in his plotting and detective novel structuring. Hale calls himself an intuitive sleuth and not a true detective. He spends much of his time looking for the "psychological pattern" of the crimes foreshadowing the kind of criminal profiling techniques that become very popular in late 20th century crime novels. Hale relies perhaps too much on inference and intuition and does not impress the police even in his long lecture in the final chapter (teasingly titled "Parlor Tricks") when he reveals the truth. Captain Macready reminds us all that guesswork has no place in real police work when he warns Hale, "You'll need better evidence than that." And yet all along Storme has done an admirable job of supplying the reader with subtle clues -- mostly presented in character sketches and dialogue -- so that he too can come to the same conclusion as Henry Hale. The revelation of the motive and methods of the murders may break a couple of rules for traditional detective novels, but I'll give Storme bonus points for subverting the genre just when it needed shaking up.
Philip Van Doren Stern, circa 1940s |
EASY TO FIND? At one time it was fairly easy to find either of the two US paperback editions of The Thing in the Brook (1937). But as with the majority of books I enjoy and like to write about this title is becoming increasingly scarce in all its editions. As far as I know there is no UK edition of this book. The original US first edition (Simon & Schuster, 1937) is practically a rare book these days as I found only two copies for sale online. If you do go looking, you will increase your chances of finding a copy knowing that the digest paperback edition was retitled The Case of the Thing in the Brook which was reprinted in 1941.
Sounds mysteriously creepily good, John. But of course I probably will never read it since copies, as you say, are scarce. Still, it was fun to read about.
ReplyDeleteOf course, IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE, I knew the name from somewhere! Books in the early Patrick / Stagge mould always sound good to me - thanks John!
ReplyDeleteWell, well, well, look what the cat dragged in, Mr. Philip van Doren-Stern!
ReplyDeleteI remember his name, but not for his sole contribution to the genre. Oh no. I remember him for the amusingly bitter tirade he wrote berating the genre and genre readers, titled "The Case of the Corpse in the Blind Alley," in which he accused devoted mystery readers of having had an unhappy childhood and suffering from a maladjusted sex life.
Seriously, he wrote that in the early 1940s. Looking at the publication date of The Thing in the Brook, I wonder if he turned on the genre when the book was not hailed as the greatest detective story ever written.
Just read it. Thanks for that link.
DeleteThat one juvenile insult aside he discusses what he judges to be the failing literary merit of detective novels like many disparaging critics and yet seems to respect the genre. As an editor he also provides insight into mystery publishing and distribution which I found enlightening. Though the statistic he mentions about men being the primary readers of mysteries in 1941 is inaccurate based on sales of the Doubleday Crime Club subscriptions.
The third section in which he calls for more realism, continues the harangue on comic crime, and calls for a deeper exploration of the darker side of crime was the best part of the essay. I wonder what he would think of crime novels today.
Despite his overall supercilious tone I actually side with him on this statement: "...and they complain continually that mysteries get worse and worse. Yet Heaven help the writer who tries to give them anything but the old familiar brand!" That sounds very familiar to me even today.
Well, I guess that's why I don't agree with him, because I have always been against moving away from the old familiar brand and never pretended otherwise. On the other hand, I always admitted when someone did something good outside of the box.
DeleteI'll never be a fan of Raymond Chandler, but fully acknowledge he knew how to write a good story or admired how H.R.F. Keating managed to write, what amounts to, anti-detective stories that someone like me could actually enjoy.
So his commentary doesn't really apply to me, which leave the petty insults. Showing he was antsy about something. I suspect about his own failure as a mystery writer. :)