For a long time, my pal JJ has taken a strong interest in modern authors who self-publish impossible crime mysteries. Sometimes things do not work out so well, but once in a while an author hits the mark. Clearly the most exciting discovery JJ has made thus far has been James Scott Byrnside. If you have read JJ’s recent fascinating interview with the writer, you learned that Byrnside only began reading crime fiction a couple of years ago. Doing the math, he discovered A. A. Milne’s The Red House Mystery (via an audiobook on YouTube) in January of 2017, went on to absorb a number of authors, most significantly one of my very favorites, Christianna Brand, self-published his first book, Goodnight, Irene (which I reviewed here) last year, and a mere twelve months later, has published his second book, The Opening Night Murders. Add to that the fact that Byrnside plans to have his third novel, tentatively called The Strange Case of the Barrington Hills Vampire, out next summer.
I hate this guy.
Okay, obviously I don’t hate the guy. In fact, in many ways I love him a lot. But he is living the dream, and as TomCat mentioned in his own review of Opening Night, while the rest of us have spent forty years or more in a symbiotic yet somewhat passive relationship with classic mystery fiction, Byrnside has sucked it up with a straw and is now producing work that clearly shows an understanding, respect, and great love of the form without turning to pastiche (like James Anderson did in the 1970s) or mere sycophancy, which tends to produce cozies of the worst order.
After reading the second book myself, I’ll stand by TomCat and JJ in stating how exciting it is to find a new voice which both honors the traditions of GAD fiction and plays with them in interesting and amusing ways. I’ve also been excited to read the second book ever since I learned it would include a theatrical motif; as a teaching artist, I love stories about theatre and school. But here’s the rub: when you read about what you know, you have a tendency perhaps to judge more harshly. I also have to state, not for the first time, that I’m not the impossible crime maven that TomCat and JJ can both rightfully claim to be. And so, I came to Byrnside’s book from a slightly different perspective than they did, and I found that, enjoyable as it was, The Opening Night Murders was a bit more problematic for me than its predecessor.
Not that there wasn’t plenty to love! Easily one of the strongest elements of the new book, as before, is the relationship between detective Rowan Manory and his delightful partner/assistant, Walter Williams. There is such a love there between these two guys, even if it often takes the form of insult and wisecrackery! What’s more, Williams is not a pure leg man or worshipful Watson; he is a smart detective in his own right, and he cuts through Manory’s Old School aura of “classic fictional detective,” which has the effect of rendering the older man as a fully fleshed, vulnerable human being. When actress Lisa Pluviam arrives at the start of the novel to hire Manory to find out who has sent her an anonymous threat to murder her on the opening night of The Balcony, a new play written by her sister Julia, it falls to Williams to question Manory’s motives for taking the case:
- “Are you sure this is wise, Manory?”
- “Perhaps not. There are some irregularities in Miss Pluviam’s story.”
- “Irregularities? I’m dumber than a second coat of paint, and even I realize this is off-kilter.”
- You know as well as I, people react differently to life threatening situations. She’s an actress. They are emotional and . . . and . . . complex.”
- “I’ve never seen you take a case based on indulging in the client’s charms. It’s not your style.”
- “She isvery charming, isn’t she?”
- “And you think she likes you?”
- “I have no idea what the woman likes. I know she is possibly in danger, and she requires my assistance . . . “
- “At least trim your nose hair. It’s really unbecoming.”
- Rowan’s face turned hard. “Williams, where are my mustache scissors?”
The banter between these two made me smile throughout, yet in good authorial fashion, Byrnside weaves clues into the most innocuous seeming conversations, so the First Rule of Byrnside is: READ CAREFULLY. In that way, he reminds me of Christie – although their styles couldn’t be further apart – Brand, and Carr. The structure of Byrnside’s work adheres most closely to Brand, yet has the tone of Rex Stout and a dash of the classic P.I. authors, including Hammett and maybe Ross MacDonald.
Brand’s influence is the most obvious, from the small cast of characters whose point of view we often share without ever really knowing enough about them to cross them off the list of suspects to the bold-faced narrative announcement that “one of these people had planned the perfect murder” that permeated her work and appears here in Chapter Two. However, while Brand’s characters are essentially likable, Byrnside’s can be abnormal and abrasive, even repellent. One thing he definitely eschews as a modern author is any sense of nicety when it comes to the violence of murder. This bordered on the gratuitous in the first novel; here, it is present but its reasons are downright ingenious.
Goodnight, Irene was set in the 1920’s and made excellent use of the period, incorporating actual events like the Great Mississippi flood into the narrative with excellent results. The Opening Night Murders takes place in 1935 Chicago, and while we get a strong sense of how Manory and Williams have aged, I don’t think the period elements count for as much here. There is a plotline involving the threat of Communism, but it felt incomplete, even a bit too convenient for me here. And I have to admit I was disappointed in how little of the theatrical milieu was actually presented in the novel. I was admittedly confused as to the level of theatre we’re talking about here. At the height of the Depression, I can only imagine how hard it would have been to get financing for a new play, let alone one written and directed by – gasp!! – a woman! Why would they risk casting such a motley assortment of actors, including one who had never performed before? Why would they work with such a barebones crew and seemingly no front of house people? (Forgive me: I’ve read too much Ngaio Marsh!!)
The probable answer is that none of these points matter to the murder plot. The first four chapters introduce the characters, lay out the situation and culminate in (despite Manory’s best precautions) Lisa’s murder onstage in full view of the audience. She plunges from the titular balcony without anyone being near enough to her to cause her fall and is dead on contact. It then falls to the detective to convince the hard-headed police that Lisa was, indeed, murdered, and by one of the six people (her sister, the four other actors in the play, or the technical director) who were the only ones with access to the theatre at the right time.
The rest of the novel moves along briskly and bloodily as the list of victims grows and grows. The second murder is something to behold! It is, to my mind, a direct homage to the second killing in Brand’s Green for Danger: in fact, almost every beat follows that of the unfortunate Sister Bates’ death. It’s a superb bit of writing, with some truly scary bits, and although it becomes a grisly affair, Byrnside ultimately justifies the bloody nature of the killing in a supremely clever way.
Again like Brand, the author keeps suspicion hopping amongst the suspects, and as Manory and Williams uncover one secret after another, the plot becomes a nightmarishly complex, albeit slightly confusing, web of events. As he did in Goodnight, Irene, Byrnside folds in a past murder, a trope that I believe worked better the first time, where past events were horrific enough to inspire present atrocities. Be that as it may, in true GAD fashion, the connections between past and present peel back like the many layers of a huge onion until the truth is finally revealed.
This is done in another tour de force just like we find in Brand, in Carr, in Christie, where the detective sits down quietly to present his theories, but Byrnside takes it even farther – dare I say a little too far? – especially since I guessed the killer pretty early on. I say “guess” with much emphasis because there is no way in hell that I could have figured out the method or the motive for this. While I feel that Byrnside invites us to match wits with him throughout, I don’t see how this could at all be considered “fair play” in the end. In fact, by the final confrontation it feels like even the killer has trouble justifying one of two of their actions, given how events play themselves out. While there is no sense of letdown at the end – the solution is as complex as can be, and wholly earned – it might be my personal preference for the simplicity of Christie over the complexity of Carr that causes my reaction to this outcome to be a little less surefooted than that of my compadres JJ and TomCat.
And just to make this even more frustrating – for me and for you: I have an enormous caveat with one point that I find impossible to discuss without spoiling things. Suffice it to say, there is a moment in a certain conversation where a certain character makes what I believe to be a slip that – because I know my Christie – I was sure pointed in a certain direction. And then, this direction was . . . confirmed, so I waited for my little clue to be brought up. And then . . . it was never mentioned at all. Was it a forgotten point on the author’s part? Was it a typo? I have to say, this is eating me up a bit!!! And now, I pass my obsession on to you, like a cursed videotape or something! Please ignore me . . .
In the end, I heartily recommend The Opening Night Murders. Yes, it feels choppy at points, and there are some awkward transitions in the latter third. (One of the worst of these occurs at the most devastating moment in the novel.) But it is a mystery told with reverence for the past without a slavish dependence on it, and with an astonishing sense of authority in one who has come upon the genre so recently. There are some points I would very much like to discuss, ideally with the author himself (hint, hint!), but I will refrain from saying more in order for you to come to this novel with as little spoilage as possible. Suffice it to say that I’m excited that I’ll get to see more of Manory and Williams when they take on a certain murderous vampire next summer!! Stay tuned!
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You raise some valid point here, Brad, and I can totally see how the complexity of this would run contrary to your love of Christie’s simplicity — for my money, he even outdoes Carr with the web he weaves (Carr was, at heart, a remarkably simple plotter when you get down to it), but that Brandian reveal of the answer at the end is astonishingly good, and makes it all worthwhile in my estimation. But, yeah, I can see where you’re coming from.
I love the Manory/Williams dynamic; it’s surprising how difficult that judging of humour and respect can be…I guess this is why we typically reach fro Archie and Nero when we want to draw on an example, because so many detective/sidekick relationships end up feeling either semi-abusive or weirdly not as much fun for the reader as the author. The fact that I’m so caught up with Manory and Williams, and that Byrnside is doing such great work in the impossible crime, is no doubt at least part of the reason I’m more than happy to embrace the gigantic complexity of this, too. I’ll follow those two anywhere!
Also, I’d love to know that enormous caveat of yours…
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I’m completely with JJ on this one. You have to keep in mind this is only the second novel by someone who has only been seriously reading Golden Age detectives since 2017. So not only the webwork plotting is something to get excited about, but that we get to see a legitimate, neo-GAD writer grow and develop, which pretty much ended with the Golden Age. A period when publishers gave their authors the room to grow and built an audience. Who knows? Years from now he might pen a modern-day equivalent of Christie’s Death on the Nile.
My only complaint, as mentioned in my own review, is that Byrnside still leans a little too much on Brand as a foundation for his own work. Something he should eventually move away from or else it’s going to distract from his own ideas. So, that being said, I can’t recommend Goodnight Irene and The Opening Night Murders enough as Western-style shin honkaku mystery novels.
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I agree with you, TC. That point about leaning too heavily on Brand resonated as I experienced the second murder. Reread that scene in Green For Danger – or, better yet, watch the movie. Take the gore away, and they’re the same scene, beat for beat, (leaving a party after threatening the betraying lover with exposure, going to the original murder site to gather hidden evidence, and encountering the killer in a way that presages modern slasher movies). It’s a lovely homage, but ultimately JSB will have to go it alone.
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I’ll e-mail you about the caveat.
Archie Goodwin is a wry hilarious character whose presence undercuts that collection of old-fashioned eccentricities that comprise Nero Wolfe. He gives as good as he gets, and it makes Wolfe more human. We know that, somewhere beneath that tub of lard Wolfe loves Archie.
Byrnside does something different here, something more modern. He makes both men more human and intellectually more on par with each other while still maintaining a sense of Holmes and Watson. Plus, look at how the relationship advances in only two novels. I know Scott has a personal reason for this, but it makes, for me at least, the best drama in the series.
I found this so complex that I gave it up half-way. Perhaps I am getting old !
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Take a deep breath and try again, Santosh. Perhaps you can hire a young person to read to you and bathe and feed you afterwards! 😜
Perhaps I can hire you ! Your icon photo clearly shows that you are a very very young person. 🙂
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Very happy, Brad, to hear that there are contemporary writers who keep up the GAD traditions, and who are able to put together a story that weaves them in. Even if there are some things here and there that don’t work so well, it’s interesting to see how the GAD traditions are still doing just fine, thank you.
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The truth is, Margot, that he’s taking a big risk hewing so closely to these bygone tropes. That said, I think his prose feels like a fresh take on the classics, which holds a lot of promise for his future!
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Thank you for the review, Brad. I’ve learned first-hand the effectiveness of the blogosphere in getting the word out to genre fans, so I really appreciate it. I’d love to discuss spoiler-filled caveats. Feel free to send them to my author e-mail — email@example.com
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Thank you, Scott, will do!
I’m impressed with how often you guess or jump to the correct culprit. Can’t say I’m there yet, though I haven’t re-read Christie as much as you have!
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I didn’t say Christie got me to the truth; she got me to something, though. However, it might be a fluke! I have to check with the author!! 😎
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(The kindle edition will be released soon)
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Thanks, Santosh! I just ordered it!
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Thanks for the review, Brad – I’m only replying now as I’ve only just finished it. I think I know what the caveat is – because an apparent inconsistency jumped to my face, but I wondered if it were a typo. And then when certain revelations were made, I wondered if it were a Freudian slip by the character. But when no mention was made of it – I reverted to wondering if it were a typo!
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It has been so long since I read this, John, that I can’t remember all the details; nor can I recall if I talked to James about it, as he so kindly offered. It seems awfully convenient to be a typo when it would have made such an apt clue! I do think Mr. B. is getting better with each book, as my review of the third one might suggest! It’s fun to be in on the start of a (hopefully) long career!
Sadly this seemed to put an end to Manory’s career, leaving only the possibility of prequels like Barrington Hill. 😔
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