
by Anthony Berkeley
Rating: ★★★★
Series: Roger Sheringham #9
Publication Date: January 1, 1933
Genre: mystery: golden age (1920-1949)
Pages: 274
ReRead?: No
Project: a century of crime
When a murder is committed at a party given in honour of a famous writer-detective, the guests impersona te famous murderers and the victim is found hanging from a f ake gallows erected as a joke. '
I’m finally jumping into my A Century of Crime project, even though I haven’t yet finished A Century of Women because I am finally feeling some enthusiasm for it, and figure I’d better seize the moment
So, this British Library Crime Classics reprint is my inaugural book, and covers the year 1933. The 1930’s seem like a really good place to start this project, since that decade is the prime period of the Golden Age of Murder. I’m quite a fan of the BLCC series, and not just because of the covers, although those are wonderful. This is a good example.
This mystery has a really fun opening premise: Berkeley’s primary sleuth – Roger Sheringham – has been invited to a fancy dress party where the theme is famous murders. The various party-goers are dressed as either victims or murders. I’m sure that for a 1930’s reader, every costume would have been recognizable. I wasn’t familiar with all of them, but it was still fun.
The murder comes fairly late in the book, and the reader is never really fooled as to the identity of the murderer. There is a twist at the end of the book that does provide a surprise.
The victim is intended to be extremely unlikeable, but, at the same time, man, people were harsh with their friends/acquaintances back then. And their attitude toward suicide was basically “either stop talking about it or do it,” which is, wow. Also, it was apparently fine to murder your wife (this is not a spoiler; just talking about the general attitude) if she was sufficiently annoying and you’ve fallen in love with someone else. Cold man, cold.
Anyway, I liked this one. It kept me guessing, and I was entertained. I’m going to keep my eyes out for more by Berkeley, who apparently also wrote under the name “Francis Iles.” I think I have a copy of The Poisoned Chocolate Case somewhere around here on a bookshelf.