The Catherine-Wheel by Patrcia Wentworth was first published in 1951 and it’s a Miss Silver mystery.
Jacob Taverner is getting on in years and despite the fact that he resembles a tramp in looks he is in fact rather well off. He has no children of his own and his family is not a close one as a generation ago there had been a big family split over money, with the result that the cousins are all strangers to each other. Jacob decides to put an advert in a newspaper asking for descendants of his grandfather to come forward, and several do.
It’s arranged that they will all meet up in an old inn called The Catherine-Wheel which had been owned by Taverners in the past, in fact it still is owned by Jacob, he had leased it out over the years and the lease had recently run out. The inn had been a well known haunt of smugglers in the past and it seems that Jacob is hoping to glean information from his cousins about the location of a secret passage. He’s hoping that their grandparents will have talked to them about it.
Jacob’s advert has drawn the interest of the police and they manage to place Miss Silver in the inn as a guest, if there’s anything shady going on she’ll sniff it out. Sure enough it’s not too long before a murder is committed and Miss Silver is in her element solving the puzzle before the detectives do. Of course she manages to blithely sort it all out whilst knitting a blue dress and matching knickers for her two year old great niece Josephine.
This was a good mystery which kept me guessing. For some reason Wentworth has Miss Silver coughing before she spoke, in fact there were so many ‘Miss Silver coughed’s in the book that I began to wish that someone would give her some Benylin or Covonia, or better still honey and lemon.
All of the men in this book are ghastly in some way, bullying, domineering control freaks who seem to think that it’s their business to order the womenfolk around, be they wives, cousins or sisters. If I had been Miss Silver I would definitely have been thinking – thank goodness I never bothered to get married.
You might know that I’ve been doing an awful lot of library borrowing in recent months. Sixteen local libraries (Fife) are under threat of closure and I and lots of other people have been doing a bit of campaigning to try to get at least some of the libraries a reprieve. I’m concentrating on Glenwood, Markinch and Falkland as those are the ones nearest me. I’ve been to all three of them this week and my library haul is:
1. The Lady in the Tower by Alison Weir
2. Smut by Alan Bennett
3. The Catherine Wheel by Patricia Wentworth
4. A Particular Eye for Villainy by Ann Granger
5. Snare of the Hunter by Helen MacInnes
6. Peter Wimsey Investigates the Late Scholar by Jill Paton Walsh
7. Bertie’s Guide to Life and Mothers by Alexander McCall Smith
8. Scotland’s Hidden History by Ian Armit
Jack has also borrowed books:-
First World War Poems chosen by Andrew Motion,
The Fires of Autumn by Irene Nemirovsky
21st Century Science Fiction edited by David G Hartwell and Patrick Nielsen Hayden
and The Untouchables by John Banville (which he actually has a copy of but not read yet and only borrowed to boost the numbers.)
I haven’t read anything by Ann Granger before but the librarian likes her writing, nor have I read anything by Alan Bennett, but I’ve enjoyed his work on TV. Scotland’s Hidden History by Ian Armit is the only non-fiction book and it’s about the many Neolithic tombs, stone circles, brochs, hillforts, standing stones, Viking graves and such which are scattered all over Scotland.
I intend to read them all, it seems like cheating to take books out of the libraries and not read them – just to put the reader statistics up – but at this rate I’ll definitely have to stop buying books as my own unread books just keep piling up!
Have you read any of these book and if so what did you think of them?
The Silent Pool by Patricia Wentworth was first published in 1956 and it’s one of the many books which Peggy brought me from the US.
It’s a Miss Silver mystery and of course she’s never far from her knitting needles and wool. In fact I’ve come to realise that Miss Silver’s knitting fulfills the same function as Mr Harding’s cello in Trollope’s Barchester books, it’s a way of relaxing and de-stressing, an aid to concentrating on a problem.
Miss Silver is visited by a retired actress Adriana Ford, she suspects that someone in her household is trying to murder her. Adriana suffers from ill health and she has several members of her extended family living with her. They all rely on Adriana for a roof over their head, she’s financing all of them and they know that she has left them money in her will. It seems that one or more of them want to get their hands on the money sooner rather than later.
This was an enjoyable mystery and I didn’t guess who the culprit was. There are a fair few ghastly characters in the book, which can sometimes be a problem for me as I have no real wish to spend my time with people I really don’t like. It was saved by a couple of really likeable characters though. I’ll be reading more by Patricia Wentworth in the future.
Patricia Wentworth began her Miss Silver series in 1928 and she wrote the final one The Girl in the Cellar in 1961 which was the last book which she wrote. As Wentworth was born way back in 1878 I calculate that she was 83 when she wrote the book, which probably accounts for it not being quite up to the standard of some of her earlier books.
Having said that I did still enjoy it. It begins with a young woman recovering consciousness on stone steps, she has no idea how she got there and is horrified to discover a dead body at the bottom of the stairs in what turns out to be a house cellar. She has no idea how she got there and doesn’t even know who she is, she has forgotten everything and her only clues to her life are in a handbag which she finds on the cellar steps.
Bewildered and shocked she makes her way out of the house and gets on a bus where she is noticed by Miss Silver who takes her for a nice cup of tea of course.
Miss Silver doesn’t appear all that much in the book, but she is still knitting, a pink shawl to begin with and at the end she is on to a football jersey. There are crazy coincidences but it’s still readable.
What struck me though was the difference between modern crime writers and the ones from the past. Ian Rankin set out to write a Rebus book every year and Rebus aged chronolgically as a real person would have. But the old writers tended to ignore such things, Miss Silver started off as an elderly retired governess in 1928 and by the time Wentworth was writing the last book in 1961 Miss Silver would have had to have been over 100, but she seemed always to be stuck at the same age. I suppose Wentworth must just have decided to write her that way, thinking about it though – Margery Allingham chose to begin with a young and seemingly wet behind the ears Campion and aged him into a more interesting maturity eventually. I think I prefer a character to develop over a series, but I don’t think Agatha Christie aged Miss Marple over the years, I suppose some characters are just best stuck in aspic.
The Chinese Shawl was first published in 1943, it’s a Miss Silver mystery and I must say that the more time I spend in the company of Miss Silver – the more I like her. In fact I really loved this book, possibly because I read it just after reading Gray’s Lanark which wasn’t exactly a relaxing read for me. There are times when vintage crime is the only thing which hits the spot.
Tanis Lyle is one of those women who should have ‘dangerous to men’ stamped on her forehead. Well that’s a wee bit unfair because she’s equally as damaging to women, especially those who have husbands or fiances. Tanis just loves to make other women’s men her slaves, gets as much as she can out of them then dumps them.
Tanis has been brought up by a much older cousin, Agnes, and they live in an old house called the Priory which has been in the family for generations, but they are only tenants as it is owned by Laura Fane, another cousin and she has been estranged from the family due to the fact that her parents had run off to get married when her father had been expected to marry his cousin Agnes. Cousin Agnes is determined to buy the Priory for Tanis and as Laura is going to be 21 soon and so able to make financial decisions on her own, Agnes intends to get her own way and twist Laura’s arm, so with that in view Laura is invited to the Priory which she hasn’t even seen before, although she owns it.
What a ghastly thought, marrying a cousin, but it used to be quite normal amongst the upper classes, to keep the money and property within the family. It explains a lot about the so-called upper classes!
Anyway, there’s a murder, and plenty of suspects. But as Miss Silver is one of the guests staying at the Priory it’s obvious that she’s going to get to the bottom of it. Not only does she solve the mystery but she does it whilst knitting two pink baby’s vests, two pairs of bootees (one pink, one blue) with an intricate design and towards the end she has a small pale blue jacket on her clicking needles. She’s some woman that Miss Silver!
The Clock Strikes Twelve is a Miss Silver mystery, first published in 1945 but when the story begins it’s New Year’s Eve, 1940. The Paradine family has gathered at the family home for the celebrations. James Paradine, a widower and the head of his family, makes a speech to the effect that someone in the family has been disloyal, and some documents have gone missing.
He expects the culprit to visit him in his study before midnight.
But he doesn’t survive the night, and he must have been murdered by one of his relatives. Miss Silver is called in to investigate.
I enjoyed this one, it’s a typical big house whodunnit, and the various family members are well written, with their various dislikes and suspicions of each other.
On the surface, Miss Maud Silver seems so similar to Miss Marple that you would think that Agatha Christie would have had grounds for complaint because Miss Marple first appears in 1926 whereas Miss Silver comes to life in 1928. But although they are both elderly ladies, and spinsters who have a penchant for crime solving as well as knitting, they are in fact quite different.
Miss Silver is a retired governess who is very professional, unlike Miss Marple who is far more airy fairy in personality, whether actual or cultivated. Even Miss Silver’s knitting is more convincing, we are told that she is knitting a suit for young Roger, a three year old of her acquaintance, the colour of her wool and the design and she finishes the leggings just as the book comes to an end. As a knitter myself, I like to know what people are knitting, just as much as I enjoy hearing about the books that people are reading. Mind you, I like Miss Marple too.
This is another gift from Peggy Ann who is a keen vintage crime fan, much like myself. I’m sure I read some books by Patricia Wentworth way back in the year dot but I’m fairly certain that they weren’t Miss Silver mysteries. This book was originally published in 1955.
Miss Silver is Wentworth’s equivalent to Miss Marple, a spinster who manages to knit as she solves crimes. The twist is that Miss Silver is valued by Detective Inspector Frank Abbott of Scotland Yard and in fact it is he who sends her to the small English village of Tilling Green where someone is sending poison pen letters to the inhabitants, leading to tragedy in at least one case.
Miss Silver is a retired governess and she finds it easy to pose as a lady on holiday in the village and quickly immerses herself in the social scene. She’s soon able to hear all the local gossip and realises that there has been a murder and that there is a vicious and demented killer at work.
It’s absolutely years since I read an Agatha Christie but I think that this book was every bit as good, if not better than a Christie. I didn’t guess who the culprit was, which is always a plus. Miss Silver managed to finish knitting a blue twinset and start a red cardigan whilst she solved the case – not bad going! I’ll be reading more of Wentworth’s books in the future.
I decided to participate in Book Beginning on Friday which is being hosted by Rose City Reader, join in here, if you feel like it.
My book beginning is from Poison in the Pen by Patricia Wentworth and was first published in 1955.
Miss Silver looked across the tea-tray a good deal in the manner of the affectionate aunt who entertains a deserving nephew, but the young man who leaned forward to take the cup of tea which she had just poured out for him was not really related to her in any way. He was in fact Detective Inspector Frank Abbot of Scotland Yard, enjoying a Sunday afternoon off duty and very much at his ease.
Well it’s not exactly what you would call an exciting beginning but it’s a vintage crime book and what with that and the book title, it tells me that I’m going to be involved in a cosy mystery, most likely including anonymous letters and murder.
Don’t ask me why vintage crime books and murder equal cosy comfort reading – they just do and hopefully I’ll be inhabiting a village in 1950s Britain whilst I’m reading this one.