"Eh bien, Mademoiselle, all through my life I have observed one thing--'All one wants one gets!' Who knows... you may get more than you bargain for."- Hercule Poirot (Agatha Christie's The Mystery of the Blue Train, 1928)
Last
year, I reviewed A
Most Immoral Murder (1935) by Harriete
Ashbrook, who also wrote suspense fiction under the name of "Susannah Shane," which tend to be smart, lively and well-plotted
detective-and thriller novels, but most book reviewers at the time
gave her a short shrift – resulting in paperback publishers largely
ignoring her work. So she has rarely been reprinted and this
condemned her to almost complete obscurity. And the keyword there is
almost.
One
of the usual suspects, John Norris of Pretty
Sinister Books, wrote a positive blog-post about her work, The
Detective Novels of Harriete Ashbrook, drawing comparisons with
S.S. van Dine, Ellery
Queen, Mignon
G. Eberhart and Craig
Rice. That was enough to place Ashbrook on my radar and we ended
up agreeing that she got the short, grubby end of the stick in life
(as she also died at the age of 48).
After
finishing A Most Immoral Murder, I really hoped some of
Ashbrook's other detective novels would make it back into print and
(sort of) got my wish.
Recently,
one of Ashbrook's dames-in-danger suspense novels was reissued by
Coachwhip and the book
in question, Lady in Lilac (1941), was originally selected as "a $1,000 Red Badge Prize Mystery" – representing one of
her scarce triumphs as a published authors.
Lady
in Lilac has been called a Woolrichian
suspense novel on account of a plot-device apparently closely
associated with the Father of Noir, which involves two strangers
exchanging their identities. An impulsive decision that will place
two women in mortal peril.
Helen
Varney is an aspiring actress, who moved to New York, but in the five
weeks she has been in the Big City she "tried to see every
manager in town" without result and is down to half a dollar.
And she's already two weeks behind on her rent. So Helen is forced to
put her dreams on hold and take a job as a waitress, but fate appears
to intervene when she saves the life of a woman, named Joanna Starr,
who attempted to end her own life in the adjacent apartment – which
has far-reaching consequences. Helen tells Joanna about her dreams
and how she, one day, will get hold of a famous manager, like Hugo
Steinmark, and get her chance to prove herself.
Coincidentally,
Joanna has an appointment with Steinmark, but also longs to escape
from the complications of her own life. So she offers Helen her
identity in exchange for a quiet, uncomplicated existence as a
simple, unknown waitress in a New York Diner. In return, Helen
receives an audience with Steinmark and an opportunity to experience
untold luxury.
There's
a lavish hotel room at the Waldorf in Joanna's name and she traded a
fat roll of five-hundred dollar bills for the last fifty cents in
Helen's pockets, which Joanna assured could be spend as she pleased.
So their personal situations were completely reversed overnight and
Helen experienced what it is like to shop for clothes without "the
constraints of a budget," but she also learned that there's no
such thing as a free lunch.
During
her long-awaited meeting with the theatrical manager, Steinmark is
fatally shot and the unseen murderer threw the pistol into Helen's
lap. This has the unfortunate result that she was seen standing over
the body with a gun in hand and she immediately high-tailed it out of
there. However, everyone is now looking for the enigmatic woman in
the lilac dress and bloodstained slippers. A woman who appears to
have two identities!
The
confusing caused by having assumed Joanna's identity is what allowed
Helen to move through the city without being recognized by the public
at large, but one of the people who knew Joanna intimately has
catched up with her – a man named Paul Saniel and really wants to
know what she has done to Joanna. Helen is not entirely convinced of
Paul's good intentions and refuses to tell him the full story, which
only complicated her personal predicament even further. And there are
other stumbling blocks entering the picture in the background: a case
of bigamy, an unsolved kidnapping/murder case obviously based on the
Lindbergh affair, a suitcase with a secret and an Austrian actress
who suddenly turned up in the United States.
There
are two things I really appreciated about Lady in Lilac: one
of them is the surprising complexity of the plot, full of twists and
turns, which neatly tied all of its plot-threads together by the
final chapter. You should not expect a plot à la Agatha
Christie or John
Dickson Carr, but it was more than what I hoped to find between
the covers of a woman-in-peril thriller. So that was a pleasant
surprise. Secondly, I liked the use of newspaper headlines and
excerpts that keeps both the reader and the characters in the story
abreast of the latest developments in the case on the official end of
the investigation.
It
showed how the case captured the public imagination, but also
explained to the reader why Helen continued to be unrecognized even
when the police learned she was involved in the case under Joanna's
name. Additionally, the story includes excerpts of an article penned
by Lance Sheriton, an "ace detective story writer," who
had been hired by the Gazette to write an exclusive
reconstruction of the case with a final summation penned by the
official sob sister of the paper. I liked how newspaper excerpts were
used to tell parts of the story.
My
sole complaint about the book is the sugary ending that was far too
sweet. Ashbrook probably wrote the ending with a possible movie deal
in mind, but she allowed a character to live who had been riddled by
bullets. She should have allowed that character to be embraced by
death, because it would have strengthened the sweet part of the
ending. Granted, it would have made it a bitter sweet ending, but now
it was one of those having your cake and eating it too endings.
Otherwise,
Lady in Lilac is an excellent, fast-paced suspense novels and really hope
more of her books reappear in print in the years ahead. Both her detective
and suspense novels.
Very glad to see some more Harriette love on the vintage mystery blogs. This is one of my favorite of her later "alter ego" books. It's the first book I know of where she allowed her life as a newspaper reporter to come to the forefront.
ReplyDeleteI own all but one of the five books with her other detective Christopher Saxe that followed this one ( only read two of them so far). All of them are by "Susannah Shane." I've been planning a post about those for ... oh, about four years now! Maybe it'll show up in this autumn.
You really should make a serious effort to finish that post, John. It might help getting more of her work republished in the future.
DeleteIn the meantime, I probably have settle for the 1930s movie based on one of her earlier books. I believe you once mentioned the movie was fairly fateful to the source material.