Wed 23 Apr 2014
Reviewed by William F. Deeck: J. J. CONNINGTON – Death at Swaythling Court.
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William F. Deeck
J. J. CONNINGTON – Death at Swaythling Court. Little Brown, US, hardcover, 1926. First published in the UK by Ernest Benn, hardcover, 1926. Penguin, UK, paperback in jacket, 1938.
In the usually quiet village of Femhurst Parva, one Hubbard, butterfly collector and blackmailer, has, according to a coroner’s jury, committed suicide.
Outside the jury his death creates many questions. Who stabbed him after he poisoned himself, if he did indeed poison himself? Who used a candle and for what in a well-lighted room? Who stole a butterfly?
There are too many clues, all of which seem to point in different directions. And don’t forget the local inventor’s Death Ray, the village legend of the “Green Devil,” who apparently is keeping up with the times by using the telephone, and the Invisible Man.
This is a splendid example of the English-village novel. The characterization doesn’t go deep, particularly with Colonel Sanderstead, who investigates, but then he isn’t deep. The fair play promised by the author is here, and I’ll brag and say I got about two-thirds of it right. Fine stuff from the Golden Age.
Editorial Note: On the occasion of three of J. J. Connington’s mysteries having recently been reprinted by Coachwhip Publications, Curt Evans wrote a long article about the author and the three books and posted it on his blog. Check it out here.
April 23rd, 2014 at 2:33 pm
I wonder what the pacing is like though.
April 23rd, 2014 at 5:32 pm
I always wondered why Connington wasn’t better represented this side of the pond. As pointed out here and in Curt’s blog the Driffield books has some high points in fairplay detection.
April 24th, 2014 at 12:02 am
I’m afraid I didn’t like this one much, as anyone reading Masters of the Humdrum Mystery will see, but I think I was reacting mostly to my dislike of the characters. Connington got better in that respect! But I’m glad to see such a favorable review from such a distinguished critic of the gene.
April 24th, 2014 at 9:20 am
I reviewed this book a couple of years ago here. To me this one seems like a parody of the detective novel, especially given the solution. Very much like something Berkeley would do. It’s the most lighthearted of Connington’s mystery novels that I’ve read. Breezy with a quick pace, David. It was Connington’s first detective novel. Maybe he didn’t think he was going to embrace fully a career as a detective fiction writer. Interesting how serious and somber he became the more he delved into the genre.
This has another example of a talking parrot that spouts forth verbal clues. What was it about parrots and detective novels? I keep wanting to write an essay about this quirky feature of early detective fiction. Has anyone ever investigated this?
April 24th, 2014 at 12:38 pm
An essay about parrots in detective mysteries? I’d love to read that one.