Fri 11 May 2012
Reviewed by William F. Deeck: ANN DEMAREST – Murder on Every Floor.
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William F. Deeck
ANN DEMAREST – Murder on Every Floor. Hillman-Curl, hardcover, 1939. Mystery Novel of the Month #39, digest-sized paperback, 1942.
As New York City’s worst winter in fifty-five years begins, Christine Howarth has passed up the opportunity to go to Bermuda with a rich young man. She is moving to Greenwich Village with the hope of painting at least one really good picture.
Unfortunately, there’s no opportunity for her to achieve her goal since the very first night she moves into a new apartment there is murder done across the hall. No matter that she just arrived that evening and knows no one in the building, she is a suspect.
Howarth is an engaging character. Her lawyer, who helps the police investigate and who is interested in Howarth, and the occupants of the apartment building are not, nor are they well drawn.
Read the book if you come across it and it’s free or cheap, but don’t make it a point to look for it.
Bibliographic Notes: Anne Demarest was the pen name of Florence Demarest Foos Bond (1905-?). The only other mystery novel to her credit, according to Hubin, was She Was His Secretary (Gramercy, 1939), and that one is denoted as having only marginal crime content.
May 12th, 2012 at 8:34 pm
Love the Art Deco cover illustration. That’s cool architecture.
I’ve never heard of this book.
MSU Library rare book room has a copy of the paperback. But they don’t lend it out. There are no other copies in Michigan libraries.
May 12th, 2012 at 10:15 pm
Yes, I chose this cover over the one on the paperback because it was much nicer. I’m guessing here, but even though Bill Deeck probably read the paperback. it’s awfully plain-looking.
As far as I’ve been able to tell, there are no copies of the hardcover edition offered for sale anywhere on the Internet. There are a few of the paperback, mostly in the $10-20 range. I may own a copy. I have a large lot of similar digest-sized paperbacks that I bought from Walker Martin several years ago, but they’re still in box I brought them home in. It may be there, along with some other surprises I haven’t looked at lately