06/08/2014

Men Under the Influence

I'm re-reading for the upteenth time French scholar François Rivière's masterful and beautifully illustrated survey of the genre, "Les Couleurs du Noir" (Colours of Noir) While he was somewhat biased in favor of psychological suspense and the modern crime novel at the time of its publication (he has reversed course since) Rivière makes some interesting points, one of them being that Christie was probably more influential on male writers rather than female ones, who tend to be more innovative and less convention-bound.

It may seem somewhat counterintuitive, but actually makes sense when you're familiar with the history of female crime fiction. While most of the credit for breaking off from Golden Age orthodoxy goes to the very male-driven hardboiled school and some British mavericks like Anthony Berkeley or Richard Hull, the truth is that female writers did more than their share to bring up the change, and sometimes initiated it. Mrs. Belloc Lowndes or Elizabeth Sanxay Holding dispensed with the puzzle plot (which most hardboiled writers, starting with Hammett and Chandler, kept adhering to) long before the likes of Francis Iles and James M. Cain; and the arcane plots of hardboiled fiction and psychological suspense can be traced to the early twentieth century work of Mary Roberts Rinehart. Writers most comparable to Christie in terms of approach, plotting and virtuosity are almost all males - Ellery Queen, John Dickson Carr, even S.S. Van Dine. The other so-called crime queens (Allingham, Marsh, Sayers, some would add Mitchell and Tey) were typically less interested in orthodox puzzle plotting, deception and more likely to "push the envelope". (As a matter of fact, Sayers or Allingham are today more celebrated as "literary" writers than detective writers) 

So I think Rivière had a point, though I disagree that following in Christie's steps is a bad thing and a sign of backwardness. I like mysteries that "push the envelope" (don't say "transcend the genre"!) but I also like some orthodoxy; it may even be more challenging. Breaking the rules is easy; expressing one's personality while following them is much harder and far more rewarding. 

04/08/2014

A Halter skeptic speaks out

One of the last remaining readers of this blog (a courageous species if there ever was one) wrote me yesterday to get some news and commented on some of my old posts, including those about Paul Halter of whom he is decidedly not a fan. I share his thoughts with his permission:

"While pointing out his limitations, I think you're way too generous to [Halter] - the whole mystery community is. I'm so tired to see him branded the new John Dickson Carr and the Great White Hope of the puzzle story. His first two books were good, if flawed, but it's gone all downhill ever since. Carr had his share of clunkers (mostly in his late career) but he could write and do character (when he wanted to) and he was able to conjure up an atmosphere. Also, his England if folkloric at times was real - hey, he spent three decades there! Halter doesn't deliver on any of those things, he doesn't even try. His writing is sloppy and clichéd, his characters are not even sketches and it's obvious his knowledge of English culture and mores is fourth-hand. He's all about plot, which wouldn't be so bad if he could come up with good ones, but most of them are implausible and incoherent, not to mention filled with logical and factual errors (I remember a story where a knife that had spent several hours underwater still had the murderer's fingerprints on it!) Also his obsessions are very tiresome and often imposed on the story with no purpose. What he writes is not even bad detective fiction, it's bad altogether, on the level of what you read on Fanfiction.net. Why then has he such a huge following? That is, I think, because fans of orthodox detective stories (I am one) are so desperate for someone to rescue their favorite genre from oblivion that they will embrace anyone practicing it, no matter how actually gifted they are. The same thing happened to traditional pop and in both cases it plays into the hands of detractors of the genre who are all too happy to point out how corny and outdated its practicioners are. Do you believe that it's only because of bigotry that Halter has never won the Grand Prix de Littérature Policière and will likely never be nominated for an Edgar - and has to resort to self-publishing to get his work published? I honestly believe in the greatness of the traditional detective story and that it is still able to produce quality work but Paul Halter is not the man. Not at all."


08/03/2014

Sigh

CADS 67 arrived this week and it's all great stuff as usual. I could have done without Mike Ripley dissing traditional mysteries, though. He writes:

The idea of a novel as an artificial puzzle, a literary parlor game or an extended cryptic crossword did not appeal to me: then or now. I am firmly of the opinion that the so-called Golden Age of that sort of English detective story ended in 1949 when it was replaced by the board game Cluedo. Not, in my opinion, a moment to soon. ("Albert & I", p.11)

Traditional mystery fans often have to deal with such attacks. "Modernists", especially those of the hardboiled/noir persuasion, never waste an occasion to badmouth the Golden Age and what few "classicists" are still working today - even though they have largely won the war and most contemporary crime fiction is under the shadow of Raymond Chandler rather than Agatha Christie. Are they feeling insecure, or do they just have fun shooting an ambulance? I don't know. But I'm certainly surprised (and somewhat upset) to encounter such comments in a periodical that does so much for the cause of older mysteries. 

 

 

31/12/2013

Here's To The New Year

I wish you all a happy new year. May 2014 be a good one for you and yours. This ending year was extremely still on this blog, let's hope the next one sees more activity. (Finally overcoming my reader's block is my good resolution for the new year, and with God's help I'll carry it out.) 

04/10/2013

Briefly Interrupting the White Noise

This blog has been fairly inactive for the last nine months, except for a short article in French. Some of you have been kind enough to inquire after my health and whereabouts; let them be thanked here. The reason for my silence is quite simple: I have nothing to say. I've been fighting depression for one year and a half and it's taken its toll on my intellectual activity, resulting in a worsening of my reader's block (I have only read four books in 2013, only one being a mystery) and a general difficulty to put ideas together, especially in a foreign language. Also, more knowledgeable and articulate blogs have emerged that say what little I say better than I ever would.

Now I hope it's just temporary and I'll be soon back in business. I miss sharing my thoughts with my few but dedicated readers.

02/06/2013

Attentes

François Guérif:

"Un auteur scandinave, un tueur en série, une description complaisante de la violence ne font pas un bon polar. Il faut du style et encore du style, ‘‘même sans véritable » histoire » [Un bon roman noir]  c’est une histoire qui va vous surprendre, vous déstabiliser, vous secouer, vous apporter quelque chose sur la société dans laquelle nous vivons."

Et je comprends tout à coup pourquoi tant de livres de chez Rivages me laissent froid, ou me donnent l'impression de s'être trompés de collection. J'apprécie bien entendu qu'un livre soit "bien écrit" et un arrière-plan social peut être un plus, mais ce n'est pas ce que j'attends en premier d'un roman policier/noir/criminel. Si je veux du style et de la portée sociale et rien que cela, autant lire de la littérature dite générale. Non, ce que je veux moi, c'est de l'originalité, de l'imagination (le roman policier est une littérature de l'imaginaire, au même titre que la S.F. ou le fantastique) de l'ingéniosité, des personnages et une ambiance intéressants et - nous y venons - une bonne histoire. Pour le reste, je suis ouvert à tout; c'est ce qui me permet d'apprécier aussi bien John Dickson Carr que Thomas H. Cook. 








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