Mon 6 Nov 2017
JOHN CREASEY – Hunt the Toff. Richard Rollison (The Toff) #26. Walker, US, hardcover, 1969. Lancer 74658, US, paperback, no date stated [1970?]. Originally published in the UK by Evans, hardcover, 1952.
There were 59 books about The Toff, 50 with Patrick Dawlish, 47 about The Baron, 43 with Inspector West. and a paltry 34 featuring Dr Palfrey. Even so, this totaled up comes to less than half of John Creasey’s prodigious output of over 600 detective novels. (You can do the math.)
This one begins in fine fashion, and once begun, the action never seems to flag. While taking a much-needed vacation at a seaside resort, Rollinson rescues a young woman from a swim that becomes far too dangerous for her, thanks to a missing buoy.
Not only has an obvious attempt been made on her life, but when that fails, she’s framed for the murder of her previous companion in crime. (She’s that kind of young woman, as it turns out.) Worse, Rollinson’s alibi for her does not hold up when she’s positively identified as the killer, putting The Toff at direct odds with the police for lying to them, and soon he’s even accused of being an accomplice.
Hence the title of the book. Luckily Rollinson has a lot of friends to help keep him undercover long enough to clear his name. It’s a simple tale, one told without a lot of glitz and glamor, with just enough twist in the ending to make the 173 page journey, and a couple of hours on a flight from L.A. to CT, all the more worthwhile.
November 6th, 2017 at 6:36 am
Actually, Creasey’s over 600 novels were not all detective novels. There were westerns, romances, and juveniles as well as science fiction-crime hybrids, along with a few non-fiction titles.
Creasey was never a great writer, but he knew how to tell a tale. His best work was probably the George Gideon series that he wrote as “J. J. Marric,” one of which won an Edgar for best novel.
For some reason, I find Creasey best read in chunks — four or five novels in a row — and than put aside until the next urge hits me. He’s published enough book that I can continue to follow this reading pattern for the rest of my life.
November 6th, 2017 at 12:29 pm
You’re right, Jerry. I erred in saying all of Creasey’s novels were detective stories, but the less said about his “westerns” the better. Maybe somebody else has a better count of how many detective novels he actually wrote, but I admit I’m more than happy to let somebody else do it.
Creasey’s Gideon books are considered to be his best work by almost everybody, but I find them a little too sedate for me. I confess to liking his earlier books more, such as this one from 1952, which to me have more verve to them. If you run out of Saint stories to read, the early Toff stories are the next best thing.
November 6th, 2017 at 7:53 am
Literature for travelers.
November 6th, 2017 at 12:21 pm
I’m with you there. It’s been a long time since Creasey’s books have been sold in airports, though. You have to plan ahead.
November 6th, 2017 at 10:32 pm
Creasey said his Westerns got much better when he got the coyotes out of the sky. I think living in Arizona helped too.
The Toff is my favorite Creasey series for sheer escapist fun, and this one shows many of Creasey’s virtues a a storyteller.
November 7th, 2017 at 2:33 am
Somewhere in the vast reaches of YouTube, you should all be able to find the 1963 appearance of John Creasey on To Tell The Truth.
Creasey and his two impostors introduce themselves in a most appropriate manner at the top of the show.
November 7th, 2017 at 9:52 am
Wonderful! Thanks for this, Mike. This was a lot of fun to watch, especially since I knew who the real John Creasey was.
By the way, during his questioning, Tom Poston reveals who a favorite mystery writer was.
Carter Brown.
November 8th, 2017 at 11:43 pm
Bud was Superman on the radio. Pretty well definitive.
November 9th, 2017 at 12:35 am
Agreed. One of my favorite programs when I was a kid, and I mean no more than 7 or 8 years old.