On the Classic Mysteries podcast and blog this week, I am featuring one of the Flaxborough Chronicles mysteries written by Colin Watson. It's called Lonelyheart 4122, and - in common with the other Flaxborough Chronicles - it's a wickedly funny satire of the mystery genre. It's good to have Watson's books back again. A publisher called Farrago appears to be bringing the whole series back - available both as e-books and as paper and/or audio editions. My only previous exposure to Watson was when the now-defunct Rue Morgue Press re-issued three of his books in the last decade. One of those is Bump in the Night, and it too is sharply funny satire. Here's the review I did for the podcast of that earlier edition; I've updated the information in the script to reflect the book's new availability:
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Anyone who reads classic mystery stories – particularly those from the Golden Age of Detective Fiction – is familiar with the many stories of life in small English villages that seem to be a staple of such mysteries. When the British author Colin Watson set out to write a series of small-town mysteries, he very consciously decided to make his small towns somewhat different. The town of Flaxborough, where many of Watson’s mysteries take place, has been described by one of his characters as "a high-spirited town…like Gomorrah.” So when a series of bombs is set off in the neighboring town of Chalmsbury, it is not such a stretch to think of Chalmsbury as being the Sodom to Flaxborough’s Gomorrah. And, in fact, there are a lot of high-spirited goings-on in Chalmsbury, as depicted in Colin Watson’s Bump in the Night.
Bump in the Night, which was first published in 1960, was the second in Colin Watson’s series of a dozen novels, collectively known as the Flaxborough Chronicles. As I said, it is set in the neighboring town of Chalmsbury, where someone has been setting off small bombs, destroying various monuments and signs. While there are some residents who may consider the bombings a form of civic improvement, the town’s chief inspector, Hector Larch, seems to be out of his depth when it comes to investigating the bombings.
As a result, the local chief constable asks Flaxborough to send over one of its senior police investigators to help solve the crimes in Chalmsbury. Help arrives in the person of Detective Inspector Purbright, who is the central character in Watson’s Flaxborough novels. Inspector Purbright, together with his assistant, Sergeant Love, (who does not appear in Bump in the Night), attempt – in the words of Tom and Enid Schantz, who wrote an introduction for this [1960 edition of the] book, "to keep the peace in spite of the best efforts of that town’s citizenry to break or flaunt every law on the books.”
At any rate, Inspector Purbright finds himself in Chalmsbury – a town every bit as law-abiding as Flaxborough, which is, to say, hardly at all. And the bombings very quickly lead to the murder of one of the town’s less desirable citizens. Inspector Purbright must follow a devious set of clues – and overcome the outright hostility of some of the town’s more flamboyant characters – to solve the murder.
A great deal of this, of course, is tongue in cheek, and Watson manages to skewer a number of mystery clichés. The book is quite witty and funny – but you need to know, going in, that Watson seems to be really more interested in satirizing those clichés than creating a mystery. Watson was the author of an interesting book of mystery criticism called Snobbery with Violence, in the course of which, he writes about those typical English villages found in many mysteries by such authors as Agatha Christie. He gives these villages the generic name of “Mayhem Parva.” He describes it as a cross between a village and a commuters’ dormitory in the South of England. Here’s some of his description of the inhabitants of Mayhem Parva:
Characters would not be easy to distinguish as individuals, but class would be easily identifiable and the sheep would be separable from the goats without much trouble. A brigadier would talk like a brigadier, a vicar like a vicar, a wealthy hypochondriac would be unmistakably given to spite and self-pity, and her paid companion would be as meek and dowdy as are all paid companions. There would exist for these people no really sordid, intractable problems, such as growing old or losing faith or being abandoned or going mad. One or more would get murdered; the rest would be suspected for a while; one of them would ultimately be trussed for the gallows, if he or she had not first bitten on a pill smelling of bitter almonds or fallen from a train or something. And then, the air cleared, everything would be set to continue as before, right, tight, and reliable.
That quote from Snobbery with Violence may give you some idea of Watson’s writing style, and some indication of why his characters in Bump in the Night and the other Flaxborough books so clearly rebel against those stereotypes. A newspaper reporter, for example, also turns out to be a voyeur – and, in fact, his observations help find a solution to the case. The Chief Inspector’s wife has late-night trysts with one of the town undesirables. The town’s projectionist in the local movie theater is an Irish Republican Army sympathizer who confesses – falsely – to just about every local crime. And so forth. Not to mention the local civic dignitaries of the town, of whom the chief constable observes,
"One end’s so like t’other it’s a wonder that when they take their hats off they’re not run in for indecent exposure."
There is a great deal that is very funny in Bump in the Night – and a story that, ultimately, is more poignant than you might expect. I do have to warn you that – as a straight mystery – you may be less than satisfied, for most of the clues that lead to the solution are uncovered only in the last few chapters. But the mystery itself is almost secondary to the satire here of mystery conventions – and Detective Inspector Purbright is a delightful character surrounded by a fair assortment of very UN-delightful ones. Farrago now has brought back Colin Watson's Flaxborough Chronicles as e-books as well as both printed copies and e-books. If you enjoy traditional mysteries, you are likely to enjoy seeing how the books of the Flaxborough Chronicles turn those mysteries on their heads.
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You can listen to the original audio review by clicking here.
Next: The Moonstone, by Wilkie Collins.