Arthur
W. Upfield's Death of a Swagman (1945) is the 9th novel
about one of the most unique and striking characters from the genre's
golden era, Detective-Inspector Napoleon "Bony" Bonaparte of the
Queensland Police, but the book could have easily been the first in
the series – as it can be read as a character introduction to Bony.
I don't remember any other title in the series in which Bony's
personality and philosophy is as central to the story as here.
Bony is an half-Aboriginal
police detective and expert tracker who became "an investigator
of violent crime in Australia's outback." A vast, untrammelled
place where "the science of crime detection" differed
enormously from its city counterpart.
In the city, the sciences
of fingerprinting, blood grouping, photography and a close
examination of the crime scene is of "paramount importance,"
but a crime scene in the bush is not confined to a single room, flat
or street – extending instead for beyond its immediate locale. As
criminals don't sprout wings, they have to get around on foot,
horseback or in a car, which inevitably leave tracks for Bony to
read. Bony refers to the soil as pages in the Book of the Bush that
are regularly wiped clean by the rain and wind. So, in the bush, it's
more important to be able to tell "the difference between the
tracks made by a dog and those made by a fox" than finding
fingerprints or analyzing drops of blood.
Bony's skill as a tracker
is complemented by his personal, almost Buddhist, philosophy on crime
and how to apprehend criminals. A philosophy that reveals Bony to be
a terrifyingly efficient manhunter with an inhuman amount of
patience.
Bony believes "evil
is always countered" and, having recognized this universal law
years ago, he never proceeds with undue haste. He calmly waits,
watches and observe as Providence tosses the clues in his open hands,
because Providence is always kind to patient detectives. So he's
basically a big black, blue-eyed cat who patiently stakes out a mouse
hole, but his method has a serious drawback. While he waits for
Providence "to lend a hand" another "poor devil may
be murdered." A serious possibility that comes to haunt him in
Death of a Swagman.
Death of a Swagman
takes place in Merino, a small township of eighty souls, in the
south-west corner of the state of New South Wales where the view is
dominated by an extraordinary, wind-built barrier of snow-white sand
some twelve miles long, three-quarters of a mile wide, and several
hundred feet high – referred to locally as the Walls of China. Six
weeks before, the body of a stockman, George Kendall, had been found
in an isolated hut lying within the sunrise shadow of the Walls of
China. Kendall had been beaten to death and the local police had
gotten nowhere near an explanation.
So, eventually, the murder
comes to the attention of Bony and his specialized skill set and a
record "unblemished by failure" afforded him the luxury to
pick and choose his cases, because he refuses to stultify his brain
with common murders. What excites him are the "unusual
circumstances governing" some murders. The unusual circumstance
here was gleaned from a crime scene photo of the hut with a game of
naughts and crosses scrawled with chalk on the door. Six weeks later,
Bony arrives in Merino in the guise of a stockman, Robert Burns.
The first thing he does
upon arriving is getting arrested for loitering outside a licensed
premise and being insolent to a police officer, but, once safely
behind bars, he reveals his identity to Sergeant Richard Marshall –
who's the senior officer of Merino Police District. Bony convinces
Sergeant Marshall to arraign him before the local magistrate and
ensure he gets two weeks detention to paint the police station. So,
while he paints the station by day, he gets to spend a little money
in the evening at the hotel saloon and people will talk freely to
that poor stockman ensnared by the strong arm of the law. However,
while Bony patiently observes and listens, the body count begins to
climb.
Edward Bennett is an
elderly man who lived in a makeshift hut, on the outskirts of the
town, where he was found dead by his daughter. Apparently, Old
Bennett had died of fright and cut his head as he fell. A short while
later, Bony and Sergeant Marshall find the body of a swagman hanging
from the crossbeams of the hut where Kendall was murdered, but it's
not until someone goes missing that Bony begins to doubt his own
philosophy. A person very near and dear to Bony. And he knew if this
person were to die, the "edifice of the philosophy responsible
for his success in crime detection would fall" possibly
"without replacement by any other." So "the mood of
self-condemnation" was heavy upon him towards the end. What
baffles them the most is the apparent absence of a motive for any of
these crimes.
Upfield retraced and
thoroughly redressed the plot of Winds
of Evil (1937) in Death of a Swagman, which mainly
hinges on the psychological motive of the murderer, but that hardly
detracts from the story, because the plot is of secondary importance
here – taking a backseat to show how Bony struggles with the case
and with himself. Normally, this is a grave, inexcusable offense to
plot purists, like myself, but Upfield's writing is so evocative and
rich that he can get away with it. Upfield was a master storyteller
and an artist who can paint vivid, colorful landscapes with words,
which is what makes him the best of the so-called regional mystery
writers. But he also knew how to stage good, memorable set pieces.
Such as Bony's Jail Cell Tea Party with Sergeant Marshall's
8-year-old daughter or the hearse that comes racing back to town from
a half-finished funeral with a mighty thunderstorm licking at its
heels. Bony also has a nighttime encounter with the masked murderer,
on horseback, which is a scene that would not have disgraced the
pages of a good western.
When it comes to the plot,
Death of a Swagman is not the strongest title in the series,
but, even with the plot taking a backseat, Upfield wrote another
enthralling and fascinating story about strange crimes and peculiar
characters that are as unique to Australia as the kangaroo and koala.
A one-of-a-kind detective series that's not appreciated enough these
days.
Thanks for the review, which seems to confirm my vague memories of the other Upfield reviews you’ve written: that Upfield’s titles are better read for their stories as novels than for their puzzles as mysteries? Or have I missed out on particular titles that work well as puzzle-mysteries?
ReplyDeleteWell, you should never expect a Carr or Christie type detective novel from Upfield, but The Bone is Pointed, An Author Bites the Dust, Venom House and Cake in the Hat Box were all excellent mysteries. Man of Two Tribes comes recommend if you want to read something as weird, and off the wall, as Ellery Queen's And On the Eighth Day.
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