It’s been nearly a year since my mild obsession with Cecil John Street aka John Rhode aka Miles Burton launched, mostly inspired by the British Library re-releases of The Secret Of High Eldersham and Death In The Tunnel. In total, I’ve read and reviewed twenty-three Rhode/Burton titles to date – only another 120-ish to go – so I thought I’d share my thoughts on his writing so far. By the way, if you want something more erudite and better researched, you should pick up a copy of Masters Of The “Humdrum” Mystery by Curtis Evans. But if you’re after erudite thoughts, you should know better than to come here…
So, my thoughts, such as they are:
- I really like Street’s books.
Wow, told you to look elsewhere for anything deep and meaningful. But let me go into a little more detail. I would never claim that Street approaches the quality of Christie or Carr. To me, those are the two untouchables in quality and quantity, provided you don’t read Postern Of Fate or any Carr post 1950. But he’s not a million miles away. Some Golden Age writers struggle to catch my interest, but not (usually) Street. I’d certainly place him above Bude and Farjeon on the quality ladder. I’m not saying for a minute that Street is perfect – Pinehurst and Early Morning Murder are evidence of that – but I’m rarely not entertained by his work.
- He likes a complex plot.
Early on, I was a little concerned about a pattern that seemed to be evolving in his books, namely the overly-complex plot. Death In The Tunnel is a great example of this, where someone goes to ridiculous lengths to set up a crime that nobody could work out how it happened, but, just in case someone does, bothers to frame someone else for the crime. Not someone on the scene, as would make sense, but someone who used the same plan as the killer. If you’re going to go to those lengths a) make the death not seem like murder and/or b) frame someone who was (in this case) on the train, rather than someone else who… well, spoilers. It’s not the only case of that structure – The Motor Rally Mystery follows a very similar structure as well. I’m pleased to report though, that since reading those two almost back-to-back, things have become more varied. There is one book where the plot structure is incredibly lazy – namely that one crucial witness has basically been lying their pants off for the whole book making the investigation that you’ve been following fairly pointless. But that’s not one of his best… When he is at his best – in Death On The Board, with its murderous tin-opener and flammable pyjamas, or Peril At Cranbury Hall, with what appears to be the least successful murderer ever – then he shows what he is capable of when on top form.
- He has an eye for detail.
The thing about Christie and Carr, their books are fairly timeless. Generally, they could be set at any time in the 20th century, as the background detail is minimal. Not so with Rhode – he seems to have had more down to earth interests, and he shows it in his writing. Take the background information on the latest sports cars and rallying in The Motor Rally Mystery. It seems almost antiquated now, but it provides much more of a snapshot of the country at the time than the country estates of Christie’s tales. Similarly, again in Peril At Cranbury Hall, we see an insight into sanatorium treatments of the day. Or the workings of an ironmongery empire in Death On The Board. Or what the heck a Vegetable Duck was. I just feel that I learn more about aspects of history from reading Rhode that I would not get from his contemporaries – or even history books, as some of the detail borders on the trivial. Fascinating nonetheless to me, but fairly trivial.
- His characters
His sleuths leave something to be desired – Merrion and Arnold, with the exception of Merrion’s debut – are fairly colourless individuals in the outings that I’ve read so far. His “Rhode” sleuths fair better, but I always hesitate when touting them as Dr Priestley mysteries. Priestley at times is hardly in it, offering sagacious wisdom to Superintendent Hanslet and later on to Inspector Jimmy Waghorn. At times, Priestley’s brief appearance is almost superfluous – take Vegetable Duck, where it’s really Waghorn who unmasks the killer – but his dinner meetings with his cohort of friends are usually entertaining. What is a little annoying after a while is both Priestley and Merrion’s attitude of “well, I’ve told you who the killer was, but I’ve absolutely no inclination to help you prove it”. Merrion even on one occasion resorts to “well, it’s probably murder, but what can you do?” But I do like Hanslet and Waghorn, competent police officers who occasionally need a nudge, rather than the Japp-esque model.
Also, the lead characters in Street’s tales are usually well thought-out, although his background characters can merge into one at times. This doesn’t help when one of those characters is the killer, but generally, that hasn’t been a major problem.
- His titles
I can’t pass on this one – Street was utterly useless at dreaming up titles. Shot At Dawn instils an notion that someone was executed, military-style as the sun came up… No, actually it was just someone who was killed at dawn. By being shot. Similarly Death On The Lawn is about somebody killed on the lawn. Even the exotic-sounding Vegetable Duck is about someone poisoned by a vegetable duck, something people of the time would have known about. And there’s no excuse at all for writing two different books, one Rhode, one Burton, called Up The Garden Path. Bet they’re both about people killed on a garden path…
- The Best And The Worst
One of the problems with Street is that when he’s off-form, his books are not great. So if you’ve finally managed to stumble over a copy of, say, Pinehurst for £10, you might be disappointed when you finally read it. So which ones should you look out for?
- Early Morning Murder – one of the more findable books unfortunately, but it’s poor.
- The Fatal Pool
- The House On Tollard Ridge
- Death On The Board
- The Motor Rally Mystery
- Men Die At Cyprus Lodge
- Peril at Cranbury Hall
- Death In Harley Street
- Murder, M.D.
- Death Paints A Picture
- Legacy Of Death
It is a bit of a lottery, buying a relatively expensive title without knowing much about it. Finding a review of some of the rarer titles is difficult enough in order to make a judgement call, so sometimes you have to make a leap of faith – but I basically cap my obsession at £15 max which has still proved to be fairly successful. But I doubt that I’ll ever have a complete collection – not by a long shot…
So a plea to the estate, on the off-chance they see this. John Street was one of the most prolific Golden Age detective writers and, while no Christie or Carr, one of the most eminently readable and enjoyable writers out there. With the deluge of reprints out there from other, often lesser writers, please let a publisher have the rights to republish his canon of work. As it stands, I doubt I’ll ever be able to read Murder Of A Chemist, Tragedy At The Thirteenth Hole or Murder At Lilac Cottage, or many of the other titles that currently stand to be lost to time or to live out their lives taking up space collecting dust on a collector’s shelves. Those books deserve to be read now as much as they did when they were published – it would be wonderful if they were to see the light of day again. I know I’m not alone in wanting to see them and I do hope that you consider releasing the rights. Thanks for listening.