"There should be no combination of events for which the wit of man cannot conceive an explanation."- Sherlock Holmes (Valley of Fear, 1915)
Herbert Brean was an American journalist
and a "Perennial Sherlockian," who switched from reading detective stories to
writing them and Wilders Walks Away (1948) is his most cited and popular
work to date. Personally, I prefer Hardly a Man Is Now Alive (1952), mandatory
reading for John Dickson Carr enthusiasts, and The Traces of Brillhart
(1961), in which a magazine writer, William Deacon, investigates the alleged
immortality of a New York music composer.
The Traces of Merrilee (1966) marked the second, and final, appearance of Bill Deacon and
meddling in police business paid off at the start of this book – as a banking
friend hires him to take passage aboard the Montmartre to protect a
multimillion dollar investment. Loans were given to fund a big-budget movie,
based on Helen of Troy, but a successful return on their investment
depends on Merrilee Moore and she disappeared for the time being. There was a
solemn promise from the actress to be aboard, but gave an impression of being
scared and fearful of the crossing.
Interestingly, there are snippets of
impossible crime material present here! Merrilee believes she inherited the
gift of Extra-Sensory Perception (ESP) from her mother, who developed the power
touring dingy theatres and joints with a mind reading act. The solution to the trick
was revealed in a throwaway line, inside a brief back-story, but it's actually
pretty clever and could generate year's worth of discussions on its fairness –
if properly and prominently used in a detective story. Merrilee's mother
predicted she would die at sea (how lovely) and has a recurring nightmare herself
about man with a green face hanging by the throat in a closet.
This makes The Traces of Merrilee
a borderline impossible crime novel, but the elements are too weak and superficial
to, officially, qualify the book as such. This is, however, not to the
detriment of Brean as a mystery writer, because they weren't the main focus of
the plot and Brean learned from Wilders Walks Away a full-blown locked
room mystery wasn't one of his strong suits – hence why I prefer the titles
mentioned in the opening of the post.
The Best of the Brean Novels |
Back to the story. The recurring nightmare
about the green-faced man, hanging from a hook inside a closet, becomes prophetic,
however, Deacon simply disposes of the body by dumping it one of the lifeboats.
A popular spot for a body dump on an Atlantic cruise, because the murderer
picked another lifeboat to discard of the second victim. Unfortunately, the
dying words of the victim never translated into Ellerian dying message. The
detections of Deacon further consists of tailing a notorious industrial spy,
which becomes complicated when there are two men sharing the same name on the
ship, slipping in and out of cabins (or being locked up in them) and avoiding
being maimed – before confronting the killer during a staged visitation from
beyond the grave.
Not very original as far dénouements
go, but that's emblematic for The Traces of Merrilee. Brean penned a
breezy, fast-paced and fairly clued detective that was fun to read, but, except
for the mind-reading act, nothing stood out as particular clever or inspired.
Merrilee and Deacon were pretty much the only characters in the book and
everyone else simply played their part. I'd place the book closer to (TV
lightweights) Murder, She Wrote and Midsomer Murders (fun but
unchallenging) than to the Golden Age ancestors Brean penned earlier in his
career.
Thanks TC - I don't think I've read any of his novels (though I suspect I got through some short stories) - must remedy this - thanks again.
ReplyDeleteYour welcome and they’re well worth your time, because I suspect Brean wrote the kind of mysteries he would love to read as a fan. I haven't read any of his short stories and don't think they were even collected. In any case, a (new) collection of Brean stories is long overdue.
DeleteYour mention of "Traces of Brillhart" brought back memories, not entirely fond ones. There was an error in the back pages of old paperbacks from the joint publishers of Brean and John Dickson Carr that mistakenly ascribed "Brillhart" to Carr in a list of available paperbacks. In the days when I used to stand behind the counter at a mystery bookstore, about once a year I had to haul out the reference books to demonstrate to an eager Carr completist that, no, it wasn't a Carr novel that you haven't read yet, it's just a silly mistake. And a couple of times they got mad at me for depriving them of the pleasure of a JDC they hadn't read yet!
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