Today’s post is not so much tinged with irony as soaked in it. Many months ago, Kate Jackson invited me to be part of a sort of “contest” designed to cast a light on some of the marvelous re-issues of classic mysteries that have occurred this year. We were asked to name our poison, so to speak – the books we wanted to cover, and I immediately responded that I intended to spend both weeks celebrating the 2018 rebirth of Patrick Quentin through the Mysterious Press. Last week, I fulfilled half that bargain, but at the last moment, I changed course with my second choice. So here I am to discuss the latest offering by small press Locked Room International: publisher John Pugmire’s translation of the 1935 French classic by Gaston Boca, The Seventh Guest (1935).
And there’s the rub! Irony #1 is that I turn out to be the blogger who calls special attention to Locked Room International! LRI, as you may know, is responsible for the first time publication in English of French author Paul Halter’s books. When it comes to my relationship with Halter’s work, well . . . I am Margot Channing, he is Eve Harrington, and our journey together has been a bumpy ride.
So . . . Which man do you trust . . . . . ?
But seriously, that is beside the point. Like so many mystery readers, I have been the beneficiary of Locked Room International’s singular goal. I believe that John Pugmire deserves a medal for not only calling attention to the wealth of impossible crime fiction that has been published world-wide over the past century, but for making available to English-speaking readers for the first time works from France, Japan, China, and Sweden.
Gaston Boca, the latest forgotten author to receive the LRI treatment, was an engineer whose mystery output sadly totalled only four novels and one short story. In Pugmire’s introduction (which is sure to delight LRI fans with a survey of French Golden Age of mystery that teases us about possible future offerings), We learn that Boca’s first published mystery, 1933’s The Shadow Over the Garden and The Seventh Guest, his third, have long been regarded as classic puzzle mysteries. (The other two, not so much!) As French critic Rolande Lacourbe notes, the timing of his writing “make Gaston Boca one of the great French pioneers of the (impossible crime) genre.” The question is: can Guest surpass its national acclaim and attain world-wide status as an impossible crime novel? And what will readers make of what Pugmire describes as:
“. . . Boca’s very personal style: a distinct preference for strings of sentences rather than paragraphs, creating a stream-of-consciousness effect; and suddenly jumping from past tense to present, to give a scene a sense of urgency.”
The writing is certainly propulsive, giving this eighty-three-year-old novel a distinctly modern feel and plunging us at once into the mystery. On a stormy spring night, Stephane Triel, Boca’s “dilettante detective” is relaxing with his friend and Watson, journalist Luc Dutheil, in Dutheil’s chilly Parisian rooms when a letter arrives from the Countess Jeanne D’Arlon, inviting both men to Nanteuil Manor, just outside the city, to spend a few days with her and her husband, Rene. Checking out the Who’s Who, Triel learns that the manor belonged to Jeanne’s family, that husband and wife are locals, but that Rene grew up in Saigon where his family did business and that the couple are recently returned from there to reclaim the decrepit chateau.
No sooner do Thiel and Dutheil arrive at the manor when they are swept into an atmospheric mystery. The estate seems deserted, and the concierge’s lodge is abandoned, with food cooking on the stove. And then they hear a series of cries in the park – “short, sharp moans which choked in a few moments for lack of breath. They rush to investigate . . . and stumble upon a dead man hanging from a rope in a cottage. Only his footprints are visible in the muddy ground surrounding the dwelling. Clearly it is suicide, n’est pas? If you believe that, you’re reading the wrong blog!
The pacing of these early scenes is wonderful, even if Boca’s style takes a little getting used to, particularly in the Kindle format, where you have to carefully observe things like quotation marks to note when there is a change of speakers. The author paints a clear portrait of the crumbling estate, and as the impossibilities begin to add up – a man’s revolver is stolen from his pocket without anybody being there; a door creaks open and nobody is there, and yet the room beyond is empty and nobody living could have opened the door – the fun is in watching how the evil genius behind these events manipulates the characters into literally smaller and smaller spaces and plays upon their fraying nerves.
Things quickly come to a head, and then . . . and then they end. The third and final section is pretty much an extended explanation of what happened and why. Which brings us to Irony #2: I came into Kate’s “contest” to win, and yet I have to offer some reservations about this book. I’m not saying it’s not thoroughly enjoyable, but don’t expect to find your typical GAD plot, no matter how much the narrator protests that it very much resembles one! What The Seventh Guest is, is a très, très French mystery. You don’t believe me? Let me bring in an expert.
When I was first grappling with Paul Halter’s work, my friend Xavier Lechard, from le fabuleux blog At the Villa Rose, offered me some insight into the relationship between French readers and the mystery genre:
“We French are a very peculiar lot, especially when it comes to crime fiction, and that’s one of the reasons why the English-speaking market eludes us. French crime writers, even the most ‘orthodox’ ones, have no interest in the kind of foolproof, solidly constructed plots so prized in the anglosphere, which they find dry and dull. They prize imagination over reason and their books must be judged accordingly.
“Another peculiarity of French crime fiction that sets it apart from the English-language variant is the relatively minor importance of the “Who”, the focus most often being on the ‘Why’ and the ‘How’. French crime writers don’t aim for Christie-like shock revelations; there is usually a very limited pool of suspects and the culprit is often obvious for anyone paying attention. What matters to them is rather to create an intriguing, out-of-the-ordinary problem and then come up with an imaginative, if not always plausible, solution. That’s one of the reasons why impossible crimes have been and remain so popular with French GA-minded crime writers. Also, French crime writers don’t see their craft as a game of wits between them and the reader so they don’t always ‘play fair’.”
Xavier’s counsel is invaluable when approaching a book like The Seventh Guest. His words above read like a checklist for what you will find here:
- A move away from the “dry and dull, foolproof, solidly constructed plots so prized in the anglosphere”? Check!
- A focus on “imagination over reason”? Check!
- Minor importance of the “Who”, major focus on the ‘Why’ and the ‘How’? Check!
- An intriguing, out-of-the-ordinary problem? A very limited pool of suspects? An imaginative, if not always plausible, solution? Check, check, check!!!
The plot is almost dreamlike here; there were a few moments where I almost did not understand what was going on so much as I followed characters’ deep felt reactions to events. Characterization is no more problematic than in any mystery of the period; some characters work, while others don’t. The Count and Countess D’Arlon are fine in that they remind me of similar characters in 1930’s John Dickson Carr novels: they are melodramatic but effective figures, and there are many interesting reversals along the way in our expectations of them. But there are other characters who I would consider vital to the plot and yet who remain offstage, ciphers until the end.
As for our team of sleuths, Pugmire describes Duthuil as a particularly dense version of Watson, but I liked him. In a très French manner, he falls into a sort of romantic trance whenever he was in front of the countess – and this relationship actually serves the plot. Even better was the visiting cop from the Surete, Thoubert, – I guess you would call him the Lestrade of this tale – who leavens the proceedings with humorous commentary throughout the whole affair. Most disappointing in terms of character was arguably the most important figure in a mystery – the detective. Thiel is a curiously remote figure throughout. We almost never see him in action; instead, he disappears and reappears with his mysterious errands complete. Even at the end, the conventional explanation of the solution comes not from his lips but from Duthuil, acting as emissary to clear up the matter for certain concerned parties. Frankly, this choice baffled me.
I’m not the locked room expert here, so I can’t really tell whether my impossible crime friends will find the solution to each miracle satisfying or not. The one with the footprints? I thought that was pretty meh. The one with all the shenanigans involving the bolted door and the ghost – probably cooler but by no means easy for puzzle-solvers to detect. You need to go into this one not expecting to play the game. Just settle in for la course folle– the crazy ride – and enjoy yourself.
This is a rare glimpse for English readers into a completely different cultural point of view of our favorite genre. The final irony for me? Coming out of this book, I found myself missing the relatively solid structure, the clues, and the all-around English-puzzle-solving fun of . . . Paul Halter!!!!!
Ah . . . . c‘est un miracle! Can these two find happiness together at last?
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“The one with the footprints? I thought that was pretty meh”
I found all the impossible solutions pretty meh !
And there is simply no comparision with Paul Halter. Halter and Boca represent respectively the zenith and nadir of impossible crime genre !
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Tell me, Santosh, do you have any strong opinion about the book? 🧐
Yes, the book is mediocre. The translation is mediocre. I agree with the views of Yannis bellow.
Incidentally, a Google search of your photograph leads to a very interesting article……
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A fascinating piece Brad, though not making me want to read the book you chose: as you say, what irony. Xavier’s thoughts very interesting indeed. (no offence, yours were too!)
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It’s not that I wasn’t already aware that Halter was bucking the trend in his native country, but now I appreciate his efforts even more. Boca is more aligned with Noel Vindry, whose The Howling Beast I ultimately enjoyed more.
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Bit like Moira in that I am not desperate to rush off and buy this book (though the initial description did sound very good), but I do feel I have come away with more knowledge than I started. I liked your look at the differences between English and French mystery fiction.
Also relativity is a dangerous thing, don’t get sucked back into more Halter lol
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Too late, Kate! I think I’m committed to following Halter, translation by translation, in order to be the voice of reason amongst these fanboys!! (Also, sometimes he’s very good!)
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I have not finished the book yet, but I am definitely not enjoying it. I just cannot get into Boca’s writing style at all and the translation seems to me barely readable. I didn’t expect the prose to be perfect, but I expected it at least to be coherent. I have not reached the explanations yet so can’t commend on that…
It’s odd, I agree, Yannis, yet I rushed through this one, figuring pretty quickly that I needed to adjust my expectations of what it was. Contrast this to Vindry’s The Double Alibi, which I got so bogged down in that I had to stop! I’m not sure when I’ll return to that one . . .
I have rated both The Double Alibi and The Seventh Guest as 2.
This is really interesting, Brad. I think people easily forget that crime fiction isn’t seen in the same way in different cultures. So books in that genre won’t be the same, either. It makes sense to asses a book from within the context of its own culture. I’m not sure this particular book would be one for me, but that doesn’t mean it’s not an excellent example of its kind.
G…good…heavens. Are….are you okay, Brad?
Where am I? Who – who are you? And where is my copy of Le cri de la Sirene?
Really appreciate your (and Xavier’s) reminders of the differences in French crime novels. Good information to take forward if I decide to give this one a try. It sounds intriguing…but like Kate and Moira, I won’t be rushing off to get it.
You’re just saying that because you want to win the year’s supply of chocolate marshmallow whip! Not fair, Bev! Vote for me, folks, vote for me!!!
Well, of course, I want the year’s supply of chocolate whip. That’s a given. 🙂
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Shorter Lechard: Halter aside, they’re not very good.
That certainly matches my half book of Vindry ….
Hmmm, no. There are many very good French mystery writers – some far better than Halter, of whom I’m not an unconditional fan – they just don’t play by the same rules. Since we are talking about irony, the greatest one here in my view is that we Frenchies are perfectly able to “get” and enjoy English-language crime fiction but it doesn’t seem to work quite as well in the other direction. Weird.
Re Boca, I’ve read two of his books though not this one and his writing style didn’t bother me and I found the plotting adequate. Maybe the translation – not LRI’s forte – is to blame. Or French mysteries just aren’t your thing.
Well, I don’t really want to argue with a guy whose blog is named after one of my favorite mysteries but … in other fields French literature does very well in English. Maupassant is one of my favorite writers, Flaubert is as admired outside France as in. I think people “get” Victor Hugo. Because Victor Hugo has a lot worth getting perhaps. But we are after all talking locked room mysteries. Eschewing logic and sound construction, as well as plausibility and surprise is a recipe for “not that good” in a locked room puzzle. If there really are outstanding French mysteries I would be interested in them, as I am in Boileau&Narecejac, but I have to say that so far LRI has only put forward one.
And the French emphasis on logic, cleverness, and construction should suit them for the detective story! This is, after all, the nation that devised the pièce bien faite!
Who do I trust? Paul Halter or …Nathan Lane? Hmm, let me think about it.
I can’t read any of French mysteries from Locked Room International Books regardless of the author because I have always had a problem with the translations. The only book I enjoyed and thought deserved reprinting by LRI — even if it’s only a minor curiosity — is Death in the Dark by Stacey Bishop because of its cult status in the genre and it is impossible to find or acquire by anyone who isn’t a millionaire.
You are proposing to read soon The Bowstring Murders. No map of Bowstring Castle is provided in the book. However, a fan of Carr has drawn a map here: https://web.archive.org/web/20120411084552/http://www.mysterylist.com/carrclub/bowstring.html
This may be of help.
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Ah, except . . . I have heard that looking at a map gives the whole thing away! Anyone???
No, it doesn’t. It identifies the third victim, who’s killed halfway through. Wyatt was careful to avoid spoilers here, though.
I read this last night. There’s very little to say about it; it underwhelms. And it looks like I’m not the only one to think so. The problem is poorly defined; there’s an impossible crime?
News for Paul Halter fans: A new short story by Paul Halter titled “The Helm Of Hades” appears in the latest issue of EQMM (March/April 2019). It features Owen Burns. The Helm of Hades refers (in Greek mythology) to a helmet which renders the wearer invisible.
Brief summary: In a club, Owen Burns listens to a strange tale of a series of attacks by a seemingly invisible person. As soon as the tale is finished, Owen is able to explain the mystery!
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