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Winter 2014
Volume 87, Issue 2
Detective
Fiction
by
Ann Foard
The genre of
detective fiction has been enduringly
popular since its inception in the 19th
century, and continues to be so, as
evidenced by the amount of shelf space
devoted to it in popular
bookstores. Why do some people
enjoy murder mysteries so much?
Because they appeal to two of the
defining characteristics of our
species: we love stories and we
like to think.
But there is more to
it than that. Readers of detective
fiction expect mystery writers to
observe certain conventions. There
is a formula to these stories, and
recognizing that fact can actually add
to the readers' enjoyment as we see how
cleverly the tale has been constructed
within those guidelines. It's like
reading a sonnet: fourteen lines, two or
three stanza forms, yet marvelous
creativity sometimes flowers within that
rigid format.
Devotees of murder
mysteries do not, of course, enjoy
actual murder. Au contraire!
We like order. We like
puzzles. We like matching wits
with the author who, if he or she has
followed the "rules," has provided us
with all the clues we need to solve the
mystery—if we are clever enough and have
not been distracted by the "red
herrings" that have been dragged across
the trail to send us in the wrong
direction. In many detective
stories the murder victim is never even
seen alive by the reader. He
appears only as "the body in the
library" that sets the tale in
motion. All the interest is in the
working out of the puzzle.
Maureen Corrigan
explained the mystery reader's
attachment to tradition in a Sunday,
February 12, 2011 Washington Post book
review:
A
deserted mansion, a lonely churchyard,
a village frozen in time. Throw
in a corpse or two and a dogged
detective, and you have the outline
for the traditional British mystery
novel. Detractors cry,
"Formula," as if that were a flaw, but
those of us who love the form know
better. Indeed, one of the
greatest pleasures of reading a
well-crafted mystery lies in
recognizing the ways a gifted author
rings changes on the basic pattern.
One of the earliest precursors to the
murder mystery is familiar to
everybody. It appears in Genesis
4: Cain's murder of his brother Abel,
the Lord's inquiries, Cain's famous
non-answer, his exposure and punishment.
Leaving aside the theological issues,
this ancient story has some of the
elements of a murder mystery that still
persist: a dastardly crime that
offends the social order; a really
clever detective who identifies and
interrogates the perpetrator; a villain
who tries to evade responsibility for
his crime; an appropriate punishment;
the restoration of order. What it
lacks is the one crucial element that
defines detective fiction: the
puzzle. Everybody knows who killed
Abel.
The puzzle component
is prominent in another example from
early literature: Sophocles' most
famous play, Oedipus Rex.
As the drama opens, the city is
devastated by plague. A prophet
announces that the gods are displeased
because the late king's murder has gone
unpunished. Oedipus, the current
king, announces that he will save the
city by tracking down and punishing the
murderer, no matter what it takes.
Oedipus is warned to let well enough
alone, but in his pride rejects that
advice. Imagine his surprise and
dismay when he learns the details of
King Laertes' death and realizes that
the murderer is—himself! Even
worse, he has married and fathered four
children with his own mother. The
play is devastating in its portrayal of
human misery and the folly of
pride. It also makes a wonderful
detective story, with the unusual quirk
of having the detective, Oedipus, find
out that he himself is the
murderer. He administers his own
punishment in a most grisly way, and
again, order is restored.
Another precursor of
detective fiction in classic literature
is Shakespeare's Hamlet: Hamlet
learns in Act I, Scene 5 that his
father, the King, has been murdered by
his father's own brother, Claudius, who
has not only usurped the crown, but has
also married in unseemly haste Hamlet's
mother, Queen Gertrude. As the officer
Marcellus says early in the play,
"Something is rotten in the state of
Denmark." As with Sophocles, the tragedy
also qualifies as a murder mystery, with
Hamlet playing the detective, feigning
madness, and even setting up a
re-enactment of the murder scene,
"Wherein I'll catch the conscience of
the King." This being a tragedy,
all the main characters die in the end,
but when the solution to the mystery is
revealed, the rottenness is excised, a
new king comes on the scene, and peace,
we may hope, is restored to the
kingdom.
Along with the
puzzle, the restoration of social order
is one of the primary requirements of
detective fiction, particularly before
the post-modern era. A crime is
committed. The social order is
disrupted. The criminal must be
discovered and punished. It's a
neat package. Done well, it can be
enormously satisfying.
The murder mystery
genre as we know it began with Edgar
Allen Poe and his stories about the
fictional French detective Auguste
Dupin, "The Murders in the Rue Morgue"
(1841) and "The Purloined Letter"
(1845). Dupin is probably based on the
French detective Vidocq, founder and
head of the French plainclothes unit La
Sûreté, who published four volumes of
hugely popular "memoirs" in the years
1828-29. To the modern reader, Poe's
tales may seem ponderous, but the
puzzles they pose remain gripping, and
in them Poe invents many of the
conventions of detective fiction that
still obtain in the 21st century:
the eccentric, brilliant detective able
to see and understand clues everyone
else misses; the admiring assistant who
functions as narrator and as stand-in
for the reader; the dim-witted or
unimaginative police who seize on the
most obvious though erroneous
conclusions; the wrongly-accused person;
the sealed room; and the solution by
unexpected means. In these stories
we first hear the axioms: "When you
have eliminated all other possible
explanations, the one that's left,
however, unlikely, must be true,"
and "The more outré the crime, the
easier it is to solve." We
also see in Poe's stories the trail of
false clues laid down by the murderer
and the clever ploy of hiding something
in plain sight. Arthur Conan Doyle
picked up on all these tropes in the
Sherlock Holmes stories.
Those wildly popular
stories began appearing in 1887 with A
Study In Scarlet. Eventually
there were fifty-six stories and four
novels, and they have been in print
continually. Probably the best-known is
The Hound of the Baskervilles.
Like most Holmes tales, it includes the
paired characters introduced by
Poe: the brilliant, eccentric
detective and his faithful
companion. Doctor Watson isn't
really dim-witted; he's like us—smart
and brave enough, but lacking the genius
of his mentor. As in Poe,
there is a suspicious death, a set of
baffling clues that seem to have no
logical explanation, a limited number of
suspects, several false clues, and an
unlikely solution. There is also a
good deal of heart-pounding
tension. It seems at times
as if the hound that menaces the moors
must be a supernatural being. But
that is another rule of detective
fiction: no supernatural
elements allowed. The
solution must be a rational one, as
indeed proves to be the case here.
Many Holmes stories
have been televised or made into movies;
you can occasionally catch one on Turner
Classics. The BBC series starring Jeremy
Brett as Holmes is, in my mind,
definitive. BBC has a new series
featuring Sherlock Holmes set in the
21st century, recasting some of the
original stories in contemporary London,
and has done amazingly well in
transferring the essential Holmesian
qualities into the modern world.
From Doyle in the
late 19th and early 20th centuries, we
move into the "Golden Age" or "Classic"
era of detective fiction. There
were many purveyors of the craft, none
more popular or inventive than Agatha
Christie (1890-1976). In her
sixty-six novels and fourteen stories,
Christie used all the plot devices
developed by Poe and Doyle and a good
many more. While she follows the
unwritten "rules" of the genre (e.g.,
that all clues must be presented to the
reader, that the writer cannot lie to
the reader or use supernatural elements
to solve the mystery), she pushes those
conventions right to the edge. Murder
on the Orient Express is a good
example. The mystery unfolds on
the luxury train from Istanbul to Paris,
which runs into heavy snow, stranding
the train. In the night a murder
takes place. No one can have entered or
left the train, so the murderer is among
a small group of people, all of whom, it
develops, have a motive for the
killing. It is up to the famous
detective Hercule Poirot to solve the
mystery, which he does by interrogating
everyone and employing his "little grey
cells" to figure out the solution.
That solution is revealed in classic
detective fiction style, Poirot
assembling all the suspects and
explaining his deductive process,
finishing with the inevitable accusation
of the guilty party—all the
suspects have conspired to murder the
victim. In another famous Christie
story, And Then There Were None,
the murderer turns out to have been
among the supposed victims, having in
fact faked his death to avoid
suspicion. And in the most
notorious example of pushing the limits
of tolerance, in Who Killed Roger
Ackroyd?, the narrator himself did
the deed.
In 1945, the literary
critic Edmund Wilson's New Yorker
essay "Who Cares Who Killed Roger
Ackroyd?" blasted such unlikely
plot devices and indeed the whole genre
for being unbelievable and silly. While
his criticisms are valid, he missed the
point. Part of the pleasure of
reading these stories consists in
admiring the author's ingenuity in
coaxing the reader to suspend his or her
disbelief as the puzzle unfolds.
When the author cannot do that, when the
plot devices become too labored, the
mystery just does not work. With
Dame Agatha, we're usually willing to go
along for the ride, because the ride is
so intriguing.
On this side of the
Atlantic the detective story took
another turn, what we now call the
American Hard-Boiled Detective
Story. This variation may have
grown out of the corruption and cynicism
of the Prohibition Era—dirty cops, mean
streets—and also out of the cowboy
tradition—the American hero as
loner—moving west, beyond the reach of
effete civilization. The cowboy or
detective hero rides into town, or
accepts a case, and tackles the
corruption flourishing there. Humphrey
Bogart as Philip Marlowe is just a
grittier version of Gary Cooper in
High Noon. Often the mystery
deals with low-lifes—bums, petty
criminals, mobster—but as the detective
works his way into his case, often at
the risk of his own life, the underlying
mystery turns out to be rooted in the
corrupt past and current dark doings of
the upper class, that past often coming
back to destroy the wrongdoers.
The detective is not necessarily a
paragon of virtue. Often he is a
former cop who has washed out or quit in
disgust and is now at odds with the law
enforcement agencies, who themselves are
peopled with corrupt and/or incompetent
officers. He is unmarried, perhaps
divorced or widowed, has relationships
with women that never work out, in part
because he cannot commit, or feels no
decent woman should be tainted by
him. He has turned private eye
with a chip on his shoulder, operating
on the edge, or slightly over the edge
of the law. He does business out
of a dingy office, "on the 4th floor of
the Acme Building," like Garrison
Keillor's affectionate parody, Guy
Noir. There he sits, wondering how
he's going to pay the rent, and waiting
for a client. Often that client is
a beautiful woman with a mysterious past
and a strange request.
Cue Dashiell
Hammett's sleuth, Sam Spade. If
you haven't read The Maltese Falcon,
you have certainly seen the movie
version with Humphrey Bogart, and the
movie gets it exactly right.
Hammett has created a memorable
collection of truly disreputable
characters, any one of whom would sell
his grandmother for a candy bar, much
less the fabulous treasure they are all
pursuing, and for which they are willing
to lie, cheat, steal, and, if necessary,
kill. For a while it seems as if
Sam Spade himself is going for the main
chance, but of course he is stringing
the crooks along, as well as holding off
the cops, until the mystery is all
wrapped up and ready for delivery. It's
a great story.
Although it has its
own conventions, the hard-boiled
detective story fits the formula of
mysteries in general: a crime or
series of crimes that disrupts the
social order; the detective who is
cleverer than anyone else and pursues
the criminal doggedly; the inadequate
police force; the string of clues
discovered by the detective and laid out
for the reader. Absent is the
dim-witted narrator, however. These
stories are often told in the first
person, so the reader looks at things
through the eyes, if not the mind, of
the detective. The detective is a
moral force, although it is a personal
morality. He may appear to be
corruptible but turns out not to
be. The social order he restores
at the end is small, specific, and
temporary because he lives in a corrupt
world.
There have been many
successors to Dashiell Hammett.
Among the best are Raymond Chandler and
Ross MacDonald, both of whom wrote more
fully developed and well-written
mysteries. In 1940, Chandler also
published a marvelous critical essay
called, "The Simple Art of Murder," in
which he analyzed the detective genre,
exposing many of its flaws, but ending
with a passage that defines the
hard-boiled school at its best:
But
down these mean streets a man must go
who is himself not mean, who is
neither tarnished nor afraid.
The detective in this kind of story
must be such a man. [...] He
must be [...] a man of honor, by
instinct, by inevitability, without
thought of it, and certainly without
saying it. [...] He is a
relatively poor man, or he would not
be a detective at all. He is a
common man or he could not go among
common people. He has a sense of
character or he would not know his
job. He will take no man's money
dishonestly and no man's insolence
without a due and dispassionate
revenge. He is a lonely man and
his pride is that you will treat him
as a proud man or be very sorry you
ever saw him. [...] The story is
his adventure in search of a hidden
truth […]. (Chandler)
This passage
describes, of course, the American hero,
whether he appears in the guise of a
detective, a cowboy, a soldier, an
explorer—or even as a woman.
In the early days of
detective fiction, a woman sleuth would
have been unheard of, but since the
mid-20th century, women detectives have
become more and more common.
Agatha Christie's Miss Marple is an
early example. In the United
States, Sue Grafton's Kinsey
Milhone and Sara Paretsky's V.I.
Warshawski are not only private
detectives, but also belong to the
hard-boiled school, and except for their
gender, fit the gritty Sam Spade mold
much more than the genteel Miss Marple
one. Since the 1980s, female detectives
of all varieties and female mystery
writers have dominated the mystery
market. One of the most popular
recent ones has to be Janet Evanovich's
incompetent heroine Stephanie Plum, a
big-hair New Jersey girl who works for
her unsavory cousin Vinnie the
Bailbondsman because she can't get a
real job. Stephanie works as a
skip tracer, tracking down miscreants
who have failed to show up for their
court dates and hauling them off to
jail. Her misadventures and well
as her love affairs make for hilarious
reading, and yet, after all the dust has
settled, she somehow solves the mystery.
Women detectives and
humorous mysteries are among the many,
many variations that detective fiction
has produced in recent years.
Whatever part of the country or the
world you live in, whatever your hobbies
and special interests, there is probably
a mystery series related to it.
The detectives can be part of an
organized police force, private eyes,
amateurs, or accidental
detectives. What do they
share? Curiosity, persistence,
method, logic, and a sense of justice.
While much detective
fiction can be filed under the heading
"escape literature" or "entertainment,"
a significant and growing proportion of
it cannot be so easily dismissed.
P.D. James and Elizabeth George write
dark and densely plotted psychological
novels that go way beyond figuring out
"Who done it?" As in any genre,
there are excellent examples and a lot
of junk. You can usually tell the
difference within the first chapter and
act accordingly.
Graham Moore
pinpoints the reason for the popularity
of mysteries in his recent novel, The
Sherlockian. In detective fiction,
says one of his characters, "we live in
an understandable world. We live
in a place where every problem has a
solution, and if we were only smart
enough, we could figure them out." He
continues:
"There
needs to be something at the end, some
sort of resolution. It's not
that the killer even needs to be
caught or locked up. It's that
the reader needs to know. Not
knowing is the worst outcome for any
mystery story, because we need to know
that everything in the world is
knowable. Justice is optional,
but answers, at least, are
mandatory. And that's what I
love about Holmes. That the
answers are so elegant and the world
he lives in so ordered and
rational. It's beautiful"
(Moore).
References
Chandler, Raymond. "The Simple Art of
Murder". The Atlantic Monthly,
December 1944.
Corrigan, Maureen. "The Usual Suspects,
But Ingenious". The Washington Post,
12 February 2011: C3.
Moore,
Graham. The Sherlockian. New
York: Twelve, Hatchett Book Group, 2010.
About the Author
Ann Foard is a retired community
college English teacher from Upstate
New York. Her "guilty secret"
interest in detective fiction began
with Nancy Drew and Sherlock Holmes
and continues to the present.
Ann now lives in Northern Virginia
with her husband Doug, both charter
members of the Blue Ridge Torch
Club. The paper was presented
at the Blue RidgeTorch Club,
Leesburg, VA on February 21, 2012.
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