Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book through a Goodreads giveaway for the purpose of writing this review. No other compensation was requested or offered.
The life of a soldier is hard and often dangerous, but the life of a soldier’s spouse has its hardships and hazards as well. This book collects the stories of various British Army wives from the Crimean War (where wives sometimes shared tents near the front lines with their husbands) to the modern day, when social media allows spouses (now including husbands) to worry about the servicemember’s safety in “real time.”
After chapters on spousal travel and accommodations, the remainder of the book is in roughly chronological order. There tends to be more information on officers’ wives than those of enlisted men, as especially in the early days they were more likely to be literate and thus leave behind letters, journals and memoirs. Most of the women covered are ordinary people who rose to the occasion, but there’s also Lady Elizabeth Butler, who was a famous painter even before marrying a famous soldier.
The epilogue is about life after the army, both in the general sense, and the fates of the specific women used as examples in the book. There’s a nice center section of pictures, many in color, plus a bibliography, end notes and an index.
As always, learning about the lives of people in unusual circumstances is fascinating, and there is quite a variety of women and outcomes represented. The writing is decent, and some sections are emotionally affecting.
On the other hand, covering so many different stories means that some feel as though they’ve gotten short shrift. Edith Tolkien, for example, gets two pages, mostly about the codes her husband (J.R.R.) slipped into his letters to let her know where he was. And the section on soldiers who came home from World War One with facial disfigurements has no direct testimony from wives at all.
That said, this book should be of interest to those interested in military history (especially about women in military history) and those considering being the spouse of a military person.
And now, a video of the British Army Wives’ Chorus:
Book Review: The Tuesday Club Murders by Agatha Christie
Author Raymond West has what he thinks is a smashing idea. A series of Tuesday night gatherings where the six people present discuss mysteries they’ve run across, particularly juicy murders. In addition to himself, there’s an artist, a lawyer, a clergyman, a retired Scotland Yard commissioner, oh, and his Aunt Jane. She’s a darling maiden aunt who has seldom left her home village, and is obsessed with knitting, but she might have an insight or two. But he needn’t have worried about her falling behind, for Miss Marple knows a thing or two about human nature.
Agatha Christie’s beloved elderly lady of detection first appeared in these short stories beginning in 1927. The collection of them in a book (originally titled The Thirteen Problems) didn’t happen until 1932, so The Murder at the Vicarage (1930) is the first Miss Marple book. The format of the first six stories is the Tuesday night meetings, beginning with “The Tuesday Night Club” and ending with “The Thumb Mark of St. Peter.” Then Sir Henry Clithering, the retired Scotland Yard man, gets Miss Marple invited to a dinner party where six more mysteries are told, from “The Blue Geranium” to “The Affair at the Bungalow.”
The last story, “Death by Drowning” has Miss Marple ask Sir Henry to look into a young woman’s apparent suicide–she’s figured out what actually happened, but has no proof.
Miss Marple’s primary method is finding analogies. Although she has seldom left her largish village of St. Mary Mead, Aunt Jane has had a long life and a keen interest in the people around her (and an ear for gossip.) Thus she can almost always find something in her past that is reminiscent of the case at hand, and gives her the clues she needs.
Despite the title, not all of the stories involve a murder; “Ingots of Gold” for example is about a robbery. Some of the tales may be more difficult for a reader to unravel due to them becoming dated; one relies on older British slang, while another requires a knowledge of obsolete work practices. On the other hand, one of the tales has a trick ending of the type that made Ms. Christie’s work famous. There’s some period sexism and classism, and one story involves domestic abuse.
While not Agatha Christie’s best work, and Miss Marple would have some character development in later books, (she’s kind of smug here) these are fun short mysteries that are very much of a time and place.
Comic Book Review: Poseurs written by Deborah Vankin, art by Rick Mays
Jenna Berry is a Jewish-Cherokee teen living in a downmarket part of Los Angeles. Her mother is a hard-drinking legal secretary who has been dating a string of pretty boys, and they’re always on the verge of poverty. When Mom’s shoplifting costs Jenna her part-time job, Jenna needs a new way to make money so she can pursue her avocation of photography.
As it happens, Jenna’s got a look that makes her a good fit for a job as a party guest for rent, making Los Angeles events appear even more prestigious than they already are. Jenna hasn’t quite mastered socialization, but she does make two new friends. Pouri is a “parachute kid” from Taiwan who was sent to the United States for an education, but her guardian has bailed, and she prefers partying to studying. Mac is a whitebread kid from suburbia with a habit of trying to create new slang; he’s a busboy, so works the same parties Jenna does, but at a lower payrate.
Parties are fun, but Pouri’s made some poor life choices, and now she’s getting threatening texts. Also, it’s crunch time–she needs to pass her SATs or her parents will force her to come home to Taiwan for an arranged marriage. Pouri comes up with a wacky plan, and then something goes drastically wrong. Can Jenna save the day?
Deborah Vankin is a Los Angeles Times writer covering the culture beat, so presumably well-versed in the party scene. This is her first young adult graphic novel (I see that it may also have been published under the title Insta-Life.) Rick Mays is an experienced comic book artist, working in black and white here.
The theme of the story, as indicated by the title, is that the characters are pretending to be people they’re not, or projecting an image. Even Mac is trying to seem more cool by spouting nonsensical slang. Only when the characters start being more honest with themselves and each other does the plot resolve.
If anything, the depiction of the party scene seems a little sanitized. Pouri drinks, but Jenna doesn’t, and there’s no other drugs, and no sex. Presumably this is to stay in a “Teen” rating. Senior high students should be okay, but parents of younger readers may want to talk to their kids about some of the behavior modeled by the protagonists.
This is a good first effort by Ms. Vankin, but the characterization is a bit thin, and there’s a bit too much fourth wall breakage, so future works by her should be better. The art works very well with the subject matter.
Manga Review: Case Closed (Detective Conan) by Gosho Aoyama
Shin’ichi Kudou (Jimmy Kudo) is a teen genius detective, well known for solving cases that baffle the police. One day while visiting an amusement park with his female friend Ran Mouri (Rachel Moore), he witnesses a murder by two men in black. They catch him, and one of the men decides to try a new poison their organization has developed.
Shin’ichi vanishes, initially presumed dead by the assassins. But in fact the poison has caused him to physically regress to about six years old. He contacts Dr. Agasa, an eccentric scientist of his acquaintance, who isn’t a biochemist and has no idea how to reverse the effect. Ran appears, looking for Shin’ichi, and the boy comes up with a name based on the spines of detective story books he was looking at, Conan Edogawa. (From Arthur Conan Doyle and Rampo Edogawa, the latter being best known in Japan and having taken his pen name from Edgar Allen Poe.)
Ran is told that Conan’s parents are out of the country, and Dr. Agasa asks her to look after him until they’re back. Ran’s father, inept private eye Kougoro Mouri (Richard Moore) is not happy about this, but is soon distracted by a murder case. Conan figures out whodunnit, but has to use Kougoro as a mouthpiece to avoid blowing his cover, so the older detective gets the credit.
After that, Conan continues to solve cases, mostly murders, while looking for clues to track down the Black Organization. This requires a lot of subterfuge, as he supposedly cannot tell Ran or Kougoro the truth, lest they also be targeted by the Organization (this has become increasingly hypocritical over the years as they come into dangerous unknowing contact with the Black agents repeatedly) and thus cannot let the police or other responsible adults in on it either.
This is a very long running series, up to 51 volumes in North America, which is several years behind the Japanese releases. That creates some weirdness as it’s all supposed to be taking place in one year after Shin’ichi is shrunk. (An early case had a cell phone that could fit in a lunchbox as a cool new gadget; a more recent case has the absence of cell phones in a writer’s story as evidence he had been housebound for years.)
Due to marketing concerns, the title of the series and some of the names were altered for the North American market to get the anime version on television. This didn’t work out as well as hoped; while the main character looks like a child and thus the U.S, networks expected a kid-friendly show, the manga is actually shounen (aimed at junior high boys and up) and features gruesome murders and some other violence. There’s also some mild fanservice.
Over the course of the series, it’s accumulated loads of characters; Conan’s first grade classmates, Shin’ichi and Ran’s friends, rival detectives, many police officers, recurring criminals, members of the Black Organization and of course a whole new cast of murder suspects in most stories. Most of them are pretty self-evident, or re-introduced when they show up, but I should mention Ai Haibara (Anita), the scientist who developed the experimental poison for the Black Organization. She later took it herself to escape them, and poses as Dr. Agasa’s ward.
The cases are usually enjoyable, if sometimes a bit repetitive when a few volumes are read in a row. And it is always a delight when there is actual movement on the Black Organization plotline. (This won’t actually be resolved until the manga ends, of course.) Once familiar with the basic premise, a reader should be able to pick up any volume and have a good read.
The volume to hand, #51 is typical. First, the flashback Snow Maiden case is wrapped up. Then a waitress at Cafe Poirot slowly realizes that texts she’s getting from a little boy mean he’s trapped alone in a car…somewhere (this one has a happy ending.) The Detective Kids (Conan’s classmates who enjoy mysteries) help our hero solve the murder of a clamdigger.
After that, Kougoro finds himself catsitting a Russian Blue (based on the author’s real life new cat, see the cover illustration) while tackling a difficult cipher. The volume wraps up with Ran’s rich but airheaded friend Sonoko (Serena) inviting her, Conan and a new classmate named Eisuke to her country home. On the way there, they stumble on a locked room mystery…complicated by Conan’s suspicions of Eisuke. Is the new fellow really as clumsy and unlucky as he appears? There’s circumstantial evidence that he’s sharper than he looks.
This volume ought to go over especially well with cat lovers.
Book Review: The Jail Gates Are Open by David Hume
Cardby and Son is a detective firm comprised of ex-Chief Inspector Cardby (late of Scotland Yard) and his son Mick. They’ve been engaged by a consortium of banks to discover where a recent flood of “slush”, counterfeit money, is coming from. Nick realizes that one way of tracking down forgers is to consult an expert. As it happens, a former forger of note is being released from Dartmoor Prison, and owes the Inspector a favor.
While on his way to pick up the soon to be ex-convict, Mick runs into (nearly literally) a man named Milsom Crosby. Mr. Crosby is a wealthy man who interests himself in the rehabilitation of criminals, especially those who have committed particularly brutal or violent crimes. He’s at Dartmoor to pick up Bonny Slater, a hard man who’d done time for assaulting a police officer. Mick is intrigued, but has other business to attend to.
Back in London, Cardby and Son soon have a new client, a Mr. Carter. It seems his son Kendrick had served a term for bank robbery and recently been released, but failed to come home. His only communication has been a letter saying that he was under the care of…Milsom Crosby. When the father tried to visit, he was told that Kendrick was on holiday in south France, but he smells a rat.
Shortly thereafter, a beautiful woman tries to engage the firm for a lengthy but lucrative embezzlement investigation in Barcelona. The Cardbys point out that this would be better accomplished by a forensic accountant that speaks Spanish, and she is forced to reveal that she is Iris Crosby, and the person she’s speaking on behalf of is her father, Milsom Crosby!
This is a thriller, rather than a mystery, and it’s soon obvious that Milsom Crosby is behind the counterfeiting ring and sundry other crimes. But this cunning criminal mastermind will stop at nothing to punish those that get in his way–can Cardby and Son save their beloved wife and mother, let alone themselves?
This 1935 novel is part of the Tired Business Man’s Library, published by D. Appleton-Century Company, and “David Hume” appears to be a pen name (certainly not the famous philosopher!) There’s a prologue in which the author explains some of the British criminal slang that is used in the book for “authenticity.”
Mick Cardby is very much the protagonist of the story, a young clean-cut fellow who’s athletic, clever and formidable. We don’t get any background on him except that he has worked with his father in the firm for some years to great success. His father, as noted above, retired from Scotland Yard, and his old partner Chief Inspector Gribble (a hardened pessimist) is scheduled to join the firm on his own pending retirement. Both of them, and the various other policemen who show up, are primarily extra hands when Mick is outnumbered or busy doing something that needs concentration.
Milsom Crosby is a clear forerunner of the Bond villain–wealthy, powerful, a veneer of respectability, but a tendency to gloat and not quite as clever as he thinks. Genre-savvy readers will see his repeatedly taking the choice that will least accomplish the goal of deterring the Cardbys and shake their heads.
As is sadly common in adventure fiction of the period, women’s roles are limited. Mrs. Cardby is taken hostage, rescued and otherwise not in the story at all (she has zero knowledge of or interest in her husband and son’s business other than fretting). An engraver’s pretty daughter, taken hostage to ensure his cooperation with the counterfeiters, is only marginally more useful and mostly serves as a mild romantic interest for Mick.
And then there’s Iris Crosby, who tries to act the femmefatalebut is easily thwarted by locking her in a room. There’s a couple of nasty twists involving her in the final chapter, just so Mick can drive home how completely she’s failed.
Mick is pretty callous about usng violence, and sheds not a tear for a man he sends to his death (even cutting a deal with his murderer later on!) He’s also willing to use a veiled homophobic slur, Mr. Crosby being quick to take offense at it being directed at him.
This book doesn’t seem to ever have been reprinted, so your chances of finding it outside of hole-in-the-wall used bookstores are slim. Still, it’s a fun read suitable for unwinding after a long day at work.