"The culprit must turn out to be a person who has played a more or less prominent part in the story—that is, a person with whom the reader is familiar and in whom he takes an interest."- S.S. van Dine (Twenty Rules for Writing Detective Stories, 1928)
I came across an entry for An
Old-Fashioned Mystery (1983) by Runa Fairleigh while thumbing through
Robert Adey's Locked Room Mysteries (1991), a regular feeder line these
days, and the publishing date in combination with the detectives being listed
put the book (possibly) in the same category as Herbert Resnicow's excellent
Alexander and Norma Gold series from the 1980s.
But first things first, because if I have
to start anywhere, it's with the introduction, entitled "The Mystery Runa
Fairleigh," written by crime novelist L.A. Morse, on the manuscript of An
Old-Fashioned Mystery and the questions left behind by its author. Thee
decades before, Fairleigh purchased one of the smaller of the Thousand Islands,
somewhere near the border between the United States and Canada, where she lived
the solitary existence of a hermit before disappearing from the face of the
Earth – leaving only 288 pages of a type written manuscript behind. Morse ends
the introduction with the following observation: "However, it might equally
well have been titled The Last Mystery, since it is most definitely the
mystery to end all mysteries. Indeed, it may be the eschatology of the mystery."
Well, that's a case to be decided by the individual reader, but it's without a
doubt one of the most flattering homage’s to Agatha Christie I have read to
date.
The first and obvious inspiration for An
Old-Fashioned Mystery was And Then There Were None (1939) and the
backdrop is an old, gothic-style manor house, complete with battlements, on the
isolated Komondor Island. It's a place with a chequered history: a cursed place
where rumors of buried treasure from the Revolutionary War linger on and people
continue to die under mysterious or absurd circumstances. A previous owner and
notorious prankster was shot in the face when he sneaked up on someone who was
fooling around with a shotgun. Komondor Island is the place Rosa "Mousey" Sill
has picked to celebrate her 25th birthday and gaining full control of her trust
fund, but the party that has been put together couldn't have ended any other
way than in bloodshed.
First of the unlikely table companions is
Mrs. Cassandra Argus, Mousey's deranged godmother and involved in the boating accident
that killed her mother, which took a toll on her mental conditions and now
shrieks eerie sounding prophecies. Beatrice "Budgie" Dijon is Mousey's aunt and
the wife of the insufferable Colonel Nigel Dijon, who seems obsessed with
smacking people and actually shocked to find out the cook, Mr. Ching, is an "Oriental." You have to be pretty racist, if that is your first complaint
considering the quality of Mr. Ching's cooking. Derrick Costain is Mousey's
well-dressed fiancé and rumored gold digger. Mr. Eustace Drupe is the
dome-headed lawyer and trustee of Mousey's funds, but, since this is a
detective story, Drupe is one of those "Wicked Uncle Andre" types. Cerise
Redford and the housekeeper, Mrs. Hook, round out the party and they mix, socially,
as well as soccer fans of opposing teams and beer.
This compartmentalized story telling
helped in keeping the insanity in proper bounds, until the end, because the
mounting terror of being picked off one-by-one wasn't enough. There had to be a
radio broadcast on the only station they could receive, Big Band Era station,
announcing a mass murderer had escaped from a high security prison – and he's
familiar with the island. On a side note: I suspect Kanari Yozaburo from
lifting bits and pieces of the plot for The Legend of Lake Hiren (1994)
and given his own interpretation to other aspects of the plot, which wouldn't
be the first time. The Mummy's Curse (1993) is basically an abridged
version of Soji Shimada’s The Tokyo Zodiac Murders (1981). I know the
line between emulation and copyright infringement can be sketchy at times, but Yozaburo
walked that line as if it was the Silk Road during its heyday. Picking up ingredients
here and there when it was time to hand in a new manuscript. But I'm getting
off-topic here and long-winded.
I'm not sure what I liked more about An
Old-Fashioned Mystery: the story or the solution. The former has a lot of
interesting detective work and a galore of red herrings for genre savvy readers
to slip on. I had solutions based on The Murder of Roger Ackroyd (1926),
Death on the Nile (1937) and After the Funeral (1953), but the
actual explanation is something else. Originality is a bit of an overused cliché when
reviewing books, but here you might actually have
something that's original and you could even argue "transcends" the genre. Some
will love it (I think I do), while others will probably hate it and call shenanigans,
but it was fairly clued – though I can definitely see why some would label it a
rule breaker. But if it's a rule breaker, it's a classic of its kind. A great play on playing with the readers' expectations. And
appreciated the cameo of a famous mystery writer in the final chapter.
I would recommend An Old-Fashioned
Mystery the strongest to devotees of Agatha Christie and people who have
read altogether too many mysteries. They'll probably appreciate the book the
most!
Let the reader be warned: the book
contains a few puns and word jokes. No idea why everyone hates them. And to readers new to Golden Age detectives and neo-classical mysteries: never, ever take Van Dine's rules too seriously.