
by Mary Roberts Rinehart
Rating: ★★★★
Publication Date: January 1, 1938
Genre: mystery: golden age (1920-1949)
Pages: 399
Project: a century of crime
Murder visits a seaside mansion in this gothic mystery from the #1 New York Times–bestselling author known as the American Agatha Christie. The house called Sunset has been Marcia’s summer home for her entire life. Both of her parents died there, and she and her brother spent their youth exploring its rambling hallways and seaside grounds. They love the old house, but Marcia’s sister-in-law has never taken to it. Juliette loathes the sea, and soon comes to loathe her husband, as well. After they divorce, Juliette pays a final visit to Sunset, demanding alimony. She is there for a few tense days before she disappears. It takes them a week to find her body. The peace at Sunset has been shattered, and Marcia must work quickly to keep her beloved childhood home from being forever spoiled. Somewhere in the creaky old mansion, a murderer lurks. Will Marcia be accused of the crime? Or will she be the next victim?
I have absolutely no idea why this book is titled “The Wall.” There is no wall. There may have been a ladder, but it was definitely not central to the plot. Having now gotten that out of the way, I really enjoyed this mystery, first published in 1938.
I retired just over two years ago – July 3, 2023 was my last day of full time work. I jokingly told all of my friends and family that July 4, 2023 was my personal Independence Day. I’ve never been the biggest fan of summer, but since my retirement, I’ve decided that I enjoy it a lot more. There’s something to the idea that summer is for slowing down, and vacationing, and endless hot days spent on the patio. These are pleasures I couldn’t take advantage of as a full-time, practicing lawyer with a busy caseload and a stressful job.
It took me basically two years to shake off the feeling of unease that I wasn’t doing retirement right, or that I would be going back to work soon. So, this summer is the first summer that I’ve really been able to lean into the idea of summer. Part of doing that has involved seeking out books that feel like summer to me.
This is a long introduction to one of the reasons that I enjoyed this book so much. It is set on one of those New England island/coast places where rich people spent their summers, in a grand but fading house, among the New York set that comes up to escape the city heat for the months of July and August. Sounds grand, doesn’t it? As long as you don’t get murdered.
It was August by that time, and August is the gay time on the island. Usually my calendar then is filled from morning until night, from club pool to lunch, from lunch to golf or a sail on the bay, and after that cocktails here and dinner there. But during the early part of that month I did little or nothing.
I have always disliked August – for many years, it was my least favorite month. I would like August if it was a gay time, filled with pools, lunches, sails on the bay and cocktails (I also dislike golf, so that’s not a draw). I’m trying to hate August less.
This is the third or fourth book by Mary Rinehart that I’ve read, and they all (so far) have shared a theme: the narrator is a young woman, usually from a wealthy family that is in decline (perhaps they lost all of their money in the Depression), there is a murder, she is vaguely involved, and there is a masculine love interest of some sort. I snagged this one on sale for $1.99, and I have a few more available to read. I’m looking forward to them.