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Speedy Death

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SPEEDY DEATH is Gladys Mitchell's first novel, and begins with the death of the famous explorer Everard Mountjoy - drowned in his bath. There is, however, one particularly odd thing about the corpse: the man was not a man - but was instead a woman - which complicates both detection and personal matters, especially when the victim was engaged to the spinsterish and pathologically jealous Eleanor Bing, who is later found drowned in the bath - before coming back to life...

As with the best of Gladys Mitchell's work, the book is surreal and pokes fun at several cliches of detective fiction: in this case, the detective. Mrs. Beatrice Bradley is Gladys Mitchell's series detective, and the most original detective ever to have appeared. She is a combination of a wicked witch, a psychologist, and a pterodactyl with the smile of the Cheshire Cat. She investigates, cackling to herself, and is promptly arrested for the second murder in the book. All manner of complications ensue, with broken clocks, fob-watches in water jugs and bathroom stools all taking on sinister qualities. The plot is memorable and lively, the characterisation is excellent (the two best being Eleanor Bing and Mrs. Bradley), and the detection and courtroom dramas are also first-class. All in all, an excellent mixture of wit, satire and originality.

I enjoy murder mysteries, especially the classic "who-dunnit" and most especially those with a period setting, whether introduce or actual. The Mrs. Bradley Mysteries - Series 1 (Speedy Death / The Mrs. Bradley Mysteries) presented on PBS/BBC Mystery Theater with Dianna Riggs in the title roll are very engaging, so I decided I'd follow up on the original Mrs. Bradley mysteries by Gladys Mitchell. Unfortunately I found little beyond the last name and profession of the central character and a plot revolving around a dead man who is discovered to be female that in any way connects the two at all.

While I enjoy Dianna Riggs' urban, witty and thoroughly modern Adela Bradley, divorcee and psychoanalyst extraordinaire, I found the book's prototype of her, Mrs. Lestrange Bradley, far less entertaining. The author's use of descriptives for her physical appearance like "reptilian," "alligator," "python," "eldritch," her skin "yellowed" and "parched", her mannerisms as "birdlike," "screeching," and so on, create a character that is in no way attractive. Furthermore, her behavior suggests someone who feels she is above the law. Ms Riggs' character is inclined to look upon the foibles of society with a less jaundiced eye and a more humane interpretation than that of the books. Her witty criticisms strip social hypocracy bare, revealing the sometimes sad emotional nakedness of the individuals beneath it.

It would have been easier to forgive the repellant heroine if the story itself had had some degree of craft, but it barely held up to anything like the better crafted "manor house" style mysteries of authors like Margery Allingham, Dorothy Sayers, Agatha Christie and others of the genre. The PBS/BBC version of the same title is so much more carefully scripted. While the author was herself writing in the 1920s (the copyright is 1929), the TV movie version manages to capture the style, culture, attitudes and technology of the era far better. The book consists almost entirely of dialogue, filled with the trendy slang of the day, and card board cutout characters who are simply "types" into whose mouths the dialogue is placed. It's as though the writers who recreated the character for TV and rescripted the tale presented in the book had a better understanding of the time period and what constituted it than the author. The author gives no real sense of time other than casual mention of the war and interogating German prisoners of war. Lush descriptions of interior decore, of dress and make up for the period are lacking. There is little sense of venue at all. The book might well be a play, with little more descripion of the ambiance beyond that needed for stage management! Very sad, almost a missed chance.

I expected a lot more.

I loved the movie by the same title but the book was a little different. Still, well worth a read. It's good.

The first in the Mrs. Bradley mysteries was probably more of a joy to readers in 1929. Mystery readers now know that Mrs. Bradley is the heroine, more often than not the sleuth who solves the case. But reading this book without that knowledge adds Mrs. Bradley to the list of suspects for the initial crime; knowing her future importance in the books written by Mitchell, we are sure she is not going to be hanged for the murder.

(Note: the casting of Dame Diana Rigg -- the quintessential English high society woman -- as Mrs. Bradley in the television shows might have been a smart move, but she couldn't be further from the description of the novel's Mrs. Bradley, who is described as being "dry without being shrivelled, and birdlike without being pretty." She reminded one of the house party of "a pterodactyl he had once seen in a German museum.")

The book is very well written, and a classic example of the English manor house murder where all the suspects are under one roof for the duration. Some of the happenings are a bit outlandish, but that's part of the fun.

I must have missed a few details since I didn't find all my questions answered at the end, but it was still a satisfying read.