In the comments to my last post, I had a discussion with Sergio of Tipping My Fedora about the late crime writer and critic Julian Symons and his dismissive attitudes to the dossiers, which Symons concluded made dull reading, if it could even be called reading at all (Symons was referring specifically to the English series authored by Dennis Wheatley and J. G. Links, though his remarks seem generalized to include any kind of dossier). I, on the other hand, actually enjoyed the one I read and I think other fans of puzzle-oriented mysteries would as well.
|Porter Hartwell Adams|
Colonel Porter Hartwell Adams (1894-1945) enjoyed a distinguished public career. A direct descendant of American presidents John Adams and John Quincy Adams, Adams graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, where he was one of the first students to study aeronautical engineering. After leaving M.I.T. Adams was planning the first world flight with former classmate Donald Douglas (1892-1981), founder of Douglas Aircraft Company (now McDonnell Douglas Corporation).
The outbreak of World War One necessarily disrupted this scheme, and when the United States entered to conflict, Adams, like John Street's "Miles Burton" detective Desmond Merrion joined Naval Intelligence (though in the U.S., of course, rather than England), overseeing the communication system on the coast of Maine.
After a year spent in Arizona, he moved to his family home in Thetford, Vermont, where he maintained a laboratory, conducting aerodynamic studies. At his second marriage, in 1931, his bride's matron of honor was a certain Mrs. Amelia Earhart Putnam.
In 1934 Adams became President of Norwich University, a private military college in Northfield, Vermont. He served in the office for four years, until his ill health prompted his resignation in 1938 ("Throughout the four years that he was president," noted the Norwich University Record, "frequent fluctuations in the condition of his health induced almost constant doubt as to how long he would live"). Adams died only seven years later, at the age of 51.
|the front endpaper inscription (note the label|
in the lower left corner of Boston's hallowed
Old Corner Book Store)
The book is inscribed
Chief of Defectives
Northfield - Vermont
(+ WHAT an Honor)
The there is a representation of what is called a SOLID GOLD BADGE beneath the inscription.
Active intellectuals and professionals often defended the detective novel as respectable recreational or convalescent reading. Was this the case with Porter Hartwell Adams? Or, as blogger John Norris suggested to me, might this have been simply an "irate doodle" done by a sarcastic college student--meaning the book was not owned by Adams at all.
Coming soon, a novel by Helen Reilly, then one by another woman author, mostly forgotten. TPT