At least for this year. With luck, The Passing Tramp and the world will still be around a year from now for yet another countdown of the best books blogged. In the meantime, here's #'s 5-1. #'s 10-6 can be found here.
#5 The Night of the Fog (1930), by Anthony Gilbert (reviewed 27 July)
The best detective novel that I have read by the prolific second-string English mystery writer Anthony Gilbert (Lucy Beatrice Malleson) is this tale of murder at a moldering, candlelit manor house--enshrouded, on that fateful night, in fog. A highly atmospheric setting, with more realistic (if glum) characters and a good mystery plot (with true detection), Fog is a real winner from the dark heart of the Golden Age of detective fiction.
#4 The Listening House (1938), by Mabel Seeley (reviewed 3 June)
More squalid realism--though urban and American in this case--is found in this intelligent and spirited updating of the old HIBK novel by Mabel Seeley, once considered one of the brightest rising stars on the horizon of mystery fiction. Real-life events are referenced to great effect in the novel, which is set in a fictionalized St. Paul, Minnesota. Seeley believed terror was more terrible, because more credible, if "aroused by incidents which are within the reader's possible experience." Certainly this formulation triumphs in The Listening House, an atmospheric, eerie and well-plotted mystery with memorable characters and a compelling heroine acting as amateur sleuth.
#3 Banshee (1983), by Margaret Millar (reviewed 21 August)
Ingenious plotting coupled with insightful explorations of troubled human emotional states makes Margaret Millar one of the all-time greats in crime fiction. Banshee is an excellent late novel by the Canadian-American author, the wife of Kenneth Millar (aka Ross Macdonald), combining a tricky plot with a moving look at modern childhood. One hopes that Margaret Millar's inclusion in Sarah Weinman's new Library of America anthology of women suspense fiction writers will give this talented author more of the attention that she deserves.
#2 Black Money (1966), by Ross Macdonald (reviewed 18 October)
And here is Mr. Millar, with what is, I think, my favorite novel by him from the 1960s: his moving meditation on the Great Gatsby legend, something which clearly touched a deeply personal chord of memory within him. Complexly plotted yet not nearly so reliant on the inter-generational family dysfunction plot that came to so preoccupy him (see my discussion of Macdonald's The Instant Enemy in the linked piece), Black Money represents Macdonald at the apex of his considerable abilities.
#1 The Last Talk with Lola Faye (2010), by Thomas H. Cook (reviewed 8 March)
Thomas H. Cook's novel belongs here, in the august company of the Millars, one of mystery writing's all-time "power couples." Cook resembles the Millars in his ability to construct complex, compulsively page-turning plots that include insightful examination of the human condition in the manner of the mainstream novel.
Cook, an Alabama native, is especially fine when when he looks at the American South, as he does in Lola Faye. The sense of place in the novel, which dexterously weaves back and forth from the past to the present, is palpable, as in the best suspense novels of the late, great Ruth Rendell. Lola Faye is a superb novel from one of our finest modern crime writers, satisfying the desires of crime fiction readers for a story that is both deftly plotted and emotionally affecting, touching both the mind and the heart.
Well, there you have it. I just noticed that this is my most temporally diverse "best" list ever, with three books from the Thirties, one from the Forties, one from the Fifties, two from the Sixties, one from the Eighties, one from the Nineties and one from the new century. Just shows you the great riches of crime fiction over the last hundred years. A Happy New Year to you all! I hope to discuss many more books on the blog in 2016.
I haven't read any of these books, or their authors, so I thank you!
ReplyDeleteYou're most welcome, Nan!
DeleteWhat an interesting list (including part I which I did read earlier today). I especially like the inclusion of Margaret Millar and Ross Macdonald. I did not know that Thomas H. Cook was a native of Alabama, as I am. I have The Last Talk with Lola Faye (and I have not read any of his other books) so I shall have to try that one.
ReplyDeleteI grew up in Alabama and have to admit that's a factor in my enjoyment of Cook's novel. Definitely proud of that man!
DeleteRoss Macdonald is an author I haven't sampled yet. I'l have to do something about that.
ReplyDeleteGive him a try! Ivory Grin, or Morgue, or The Ferguson Affair, or Black Money or....
DeleteI remember your reviewing the Cook book - you made me want to read it, and I haven't managed it yet but will get to it! A happy New Year Curt, and looking forward to another year's reading and blogging all round.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Moira, can't believe I have been doing this blog four years now! Look forward to reading your blog another year too.
DeleteI hope I haven't overpraised Lola, L, O, L, A, Lola for people, but I really liked it. Felt it had that Millar magic of being cleverly plotted, page-turning and moving too.
I know that this is quite off Topic but I read your blog for a year now and I just wanted to thank you for your excellent work. It is so exciting to follow you on your gad-expeditions. best regards, Rob Reef
ReplyDeleteRob, that sort of comment is never off-topic as far as I am concerned. ;) Thanks!
DeleteI have read yesterday a book by Anthony Gilbert, Don't Open The Door (1945), a good thriller, with a good atmosphere and with a degree of tension high enough, not because you ignore the identity of murderer which is obvious, despite the writer tries desperately to disguise it by staging a fake death, but because you have to find in the shortest possible time the heroine who is going to be killed as an eyewitness. However, when the heroine is saved, the novel loses bite, because everyone understand who is the murderer.
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Pietro, I agree, from the detection standpoint Anthony Gilbert has been disappointing in some books I have read, particularly the later Crook series. I think she is better with the earlier Egerton series, as far as detection goes.
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