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Fraudulent labelling?, May 4, 2009
Well now. Here's how this book begins. Can you spot anything strange, dear reader?
"Every weekday morning at precisely ten o'clock, Mrs Evelyn Teabury backed her shiny black Rolls Royce from its green-doored garage in Upper Berkeley Mews and embarked on her round of London and environs.
"[...] Hatted and gloved, impeccable in spite of her reduced circumstances, she would back her well-preserved but ancient Rolls (obviously a major feature of her late husband's estate) into the street, leaving it running while she closed the green garage door [...]".
Leslie Charteris telling us twice within two paragraphs a) that she would habitually back the Rolls, and b) that the garage door is green?
Yes! You guessed it, dear reader. Although there is no trace of this information on the cover, the flyleaf clearly states that these are "two original stories by Norman Worker adapted by Flemming Lee". Oxymoronically, it still also proclaims "by Leslie Charteris".
This is only a hint of the horrors to come if you keep reading. It has often been said of good film editing, that the only time you notice it is when it's not there. Charteris's prose too flows so easily and effortlessly that it appears perfectly natural and ordinary: but here one plodding sentence follows another like the footfalls of a tired elephant. Even the worst Charteris stories (which is to say the wartime ones) were never nearly this bad.
The preface by Charteris himself shows clearly that this monstrosity had his consent. I guess he needed the money.
The cover of the edition I am reading contains the further information that this is a Crime Club selection, which greatly lowers my estimate of the Crime Club.
P.S. For a list of -- and discussion of -- all Charteris's genuine Saint books, see my So You'd Like To... Guide.
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