Poisoned Pen Press 2017 (Reprint of 1934 edition)
© 2015 Estate of Alan Melville
ISBN 978-1-4642-0870-6
© 2015 Estate of Alan Melville
ISBN 978-1-4642-0870-6
Alan Melville, who (according to Martin Edwards’ introduction)
had a long and fairly distinguished career as a playwright and with the BBC
(radio and then television) from the 1930s to the 1960s, provides us with a
light, satiric look at the state of English theatre in the 1930s, with an
improbable murder tossed in for additional fun.
The book revolves around the opening of a new musical comedy, Blue Music, produced by the famous producer
Douglas B, Douglas starring Brandon Baker and Gwen Astle (both of whom have
appeared in many DBD productions, and written by Ivor Watcyns, whose work never
fails to amuse. Everything appears in
place for another commercial triumph (let’s ignore artistic
considerations).
Among others in attendance at the opening are CID Inspector
Wilson and his son, Derek (a journalist).
(I particularly liked the description of one of the theatre critics,
James Amethyst, who has written—and turned in—his review before arriving at the
theatre.) The first act passes off
rather well, as does most of Act II, Scene 1…until the very end, when a gunshot
(which is supposed to be fired by a prop gun (with no ammunition) in fact leads
to the actual shooting, and death, of Mr. Blake. Inspector Wilson takes charge, with his son
Derek acting as his Watson, and the investigation begins. And shortly, a second death occurs—the actor
(J. Hilary Foster) who fired the gun is found dead, hanging from the ceiling,
in his dressing room.
Part of the charm of the book comes from the interplay
between Wilson pere and Wilson fil, and Derek carries out quite a bit
of the actual investigation. (For one
thing, he is dispatched to a small town in the north, which results both in
some important discoveries and occurrences, but also in an exchange of amusing telegrams
between the Wilsons.
Well. It appears we
have a solution to the crimes, and Inspector Wilson is set to make his arrest
during the first performance of Blue
Magic since the tragic events of the premiere. Justice triumphs, and all is well. Or not.
There is, as it happens, a final series of disclosures…
This is not a masterpiece; it’s light (well, as light as a book
with multiple murders can be), and I particularly enjoyed the relationship
between the Wilsons. It’s a pleasant way
to spend a few hours, and, if you do, I don’t think you’ll regret it.
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