Tue 12 Jun 2007
JOHN J. LAMB – The Mournful Teddy
Berkley 21112; paperback original. First printing: August 2006.
Speaking of cozies, as I was just a book or so ago, take one look at the cover and the title of this book and what would you think? I’ll get back to that in a minute.
This is the second mystery written by John J. Lamb, a retired homicide detective from San Diego County who pulled up stakes and moved back east to Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley, where he now lives and attends teddy bear shows with his wife, among other activities. His first book, Echoes of the Lost Order (Five Star, hardcover, 2005) sounds as though it might be the first of a totally different series, one that takes place in Talmine, a small Virginia Tidewater town, where a murder is solved by the town’s chief of police, Steve MacKinnon, and his wife, Victoria, a former police crime analyst.
Looking back at that paragraph, I see that I’ve gotten ahead of myself. The Mournful Teddy is already the first in a series, even though it’s the only one that’s been published so far. Coming up in May 2007 is The False-Hearted Teddy, and according to his website, the author is now hard at work on The Crafty Teddy.
And I’m still ahead of myself, or I’ve swung off sideways, and I really have to get back on track. The protagonists in all three of these “Bear Collector’s Mysteries” are retired San Francisco P. D. homicide inspector Brad Lyon and his wife, Ashleigh, a teddy bear collector (and creator), now living along the Shenandoah River in rural Virginia. One senses a pattern at work here.
Which is hardly bad news, and the even better news is that The Mournful Teddy became Number One on the Independent Mystery Bookseller Association’s best-seller list for August 2006. Who among mystery readers can resist a work of detective fiction that involves teddy bears? (When beanie babies were hot hobby items, was there a mystery that involved beanie babies? If not, someone missed a good opportunity, as beanie babies hardly have the mass appeal they had at one time, do they?)
But teddy bears? They never go out of fashion, and I think this series of mysteries that Mr. Lamb has concocted and devised could go on for quite a while. It begins with Lyon finding a body in the Shenandoah outside his home, a male body that the local sheriff and ambulance crew seem to recognize without even turning him over. They also quickly invite Lyon to mind his own business, which of course rankles the retired homicide detective.
Also worked into the tale, as of course you were wondering, is a valuable teddy bear with connections to the Titanic. Make that extremely valuable.
After a slow opening, the story gradually picks up speed, and the antagonistic behavior of the local law enforcement officers gives it an even bigger boost. As an investigator, which he has been for a long time, Lyon is a good interviewer, and he is especially good with hostile witnesses. But even with so many facets to the mystery, it is one that is surprisingly easy to solve, with at least one of the bad guys caving in all too easily and not really (as it turns out) perhaps not that bad at all. Some of them certainly are, however – do not get me wrong – and they are not necessarily all guys, either, in case you were trying to read something into my words that I didn’t mean for you to pick up on.
Overall? Everyone reading this will either (a) read the book or (b) not, no matter what my recommendation might be, so I won’t say anything further, nor do I think I need to.
But here’s a quote from page 88 that I thought was amusing, and since it’s about mysteries, I thought perhaps you might also:
Ouch. Nothing like that in this one, but still. Ouch.
June 13th, 2007 at 1:22 am
The quoted paragraph is very similar to one I’ve read in a different mystery novel, also said by the cop/detective. Hmm. Who knew fictional detectives held such scorn for fictional detectives? Mayhap a therapist for this self-loathing is in order.
It’s not teddy bears, but have you read any of Susan Wittig Albert’s China Bayles books? She’s an ex-prosecutor turned herbalist in small-town Texas, and herbs often feature in the story. There are about 15 books by now, all of them what I’d call cozies.
June 14th, 2007 at 11:37 am
Without wishing to go very far into an author’s motives, I don’t think it’s self-loathing as much as the author’s wanting to be sure his or her books aren’t mixed up as being one of the “other kind.” Which is where the scorn comes in. If, of course, they’re not simply being amusing. Which of course they are.
I don’t know that I’ve seen a definition of a cozy mystery that I’ve been completely satisfied with, but I certainly know them when I see them. And the China Bayles books certainly are. The one I’ve read was enjoyable too, as I recall. In all likelihood, it was the first in the series, Thyme of Death. Could it have been fifteen years ago? Maybe it’s time to read another one.
June 14th, 2007 at 4:14 pm
I’ve just remembered who expresses his disdain for detective novels: Gregor Demarkian, the Armenian-American protagonist of some 22 books by Jane Haddam. Disdain may be too strong a word; it might be more bemusement. Demarkian says he thinks the novels are too pat, with no allowance for coincidence, among other things.
June 18th, 2007 at 9:16 am
Coincidence is the driving engine behind many a detective novel, that’s for sure. I don’t remember the Demarkian cases that I’ve read well enough to know, but if that’s his attitude, I surely hope there aren’t any coincidences that manage to sneak their way into his books!