I'll start this review by including the book summary from the author's website:
Blood Money tells the story of Azzam Abdullah, an Iraqi-born accountant living and working in London for Sun Corp. When Azzam’s employer finds out Azzam’s been informing on him to the CIA, he kidnaps a woman from Azzam’s past to ensure his surrender. A stranger in a foreign land, Azzam has to choose between the life of one woman and the safety of millions.
Blood Money was, for me, a very enjoyable, very well-crafted story that developed interesting and sympathetic characters effectively, offered "thriller" moments, and wrapped everything up cleanly without becoming trite. In fact, I was impressed by how well the author managed to balance the edge-of-the-seat moments with the moments of real humanity.
As I was reading Blood Money, something that jumped out at me was how nice it was to read a story from so many different perspectives: Azzam, the informer who is willing to put his safety on the line when he realizes that he can't sit by and watch his fellow human beings suffer in the name of ideology; Azzam's employer Omar, who is definitely a world-class scumbag but who also is a person with feelings and has to sort through the feelings of betrayal when he learns what Azzam has done; Shah, Omar's henchman, who finds himself unable to commit the crimes required of him when he looks into the woman's eyes and sees a person rather than a commodity. Mitchell never stoops to justifying criminal actions, but she does remind the reader that people who commit horrific crimes are still people. I suppose it's a case of "there but for the grace of God...," and in my opinion it's a good reminder. (After all, dehumanizing people is never the correct response to violent crime from those people.)
There are a number of characters in this book that might be described as "primary characters," but Mitchell develops each one well enough to remind the reader that he or she is a person and that he or she has a story to tell, even if that story isn't a good story. This is quite a balancing act in itself, and it continued to impress me throughout Blood Money. I have a fairly short attention span for multiple characters, but I found myself having no trouble following all of them and, perhaps more importantly, caring about what was going to happen to each of them. As a result, the story was a fairly quick read for me, largely because I just kept moving through it, wanting to know more about what was going to happen.
I noted above that the book wraps up cleanly, but it does so in a way that isn't too contrived. I found the final moments of the climax to be believable and satisfying. Justice is served, but not in such a way that demands blood-lust from the reader (despite the implications of the title). All in all, a great afternoon read.
Two thumbs up from me, for a fast-paced thriller that has a lot of heart to it.
21 May 2013
14 May 2013
Book Review: Vintage Murder, by Ngaio Marsh
It took me the longest time to make a connection between the title of this mystery and its topic. I don't know why, given that the mystery revolves around a bottle of champagne. But for some reason, I couldn't connect "vintage" with the right definition.
Ah, well. Now that I've read it, I don't have any further confusion. And leave it to Ngaio Marsh to develop a story so unique that it's otherwise blah title manages to seem perfectly appropriate.
This is the fifth Inspector Alleyn mystery and, I believe, the first that Marsh chose to set in her native New Zealand. Additionally, it revolves around a traveling theater company, so Marsh managed to incorporate two subject areas with which she was quite familiar. I remember reading a comment from P.D. James a while back, in which she said that her favorite Marsh mysteries are those set in New Zealand, and I'm beginning to understand this. Given the freedom to expand on her homeland, Marsh becomes quite poetic about the landscape and the overall way of life. You get the sense that she reserves her best metaphors for what she loves most.
I suppose in some ways the plot is a little contrived. Inspector Alleyn is taking an extended sabbatical after surgery (not explained) and has chosen to visit New Zealand (also not explained). Sitting on a train in the North Island, he encounters the aforementioned traveling theater group, which is on its way to a performance in the fictional town of Middleton. Because Alleyn is still relatively fresh from his success in the case described in Enter a Murderer, several members of the theater group recognize him, although he asks that they remain discreet. Shortly after, the leading lady Carolyn Dacres asks for Alleyn's assistance when her husband, company producer Alfred Meyer, announces that someone has tried to murder him by pushing him off the train as it rounded a bend.
So you see, a little contrived. But this contrivance is really only a writing ploy to get Alleyn involved in the company's business. He continues to hang around, stumbling across another little mystery when one of the other performers in the company claims that someone has stolen money from her suitcase, and it's probably just as well that he becomes nosy: just after the company's first performance in Middleton, Alfred Meyer actually is murdered and in a way that defies anything but the liveliest imagination. Meyer had planned an on-stage birthday party for his wife after the performance, and he had settled on the idea that at the right moment a jeroboam of champagne would gently float down some rigging and settle before her. What ultimately happens is that the bottle of champagne, released from the weights that hold it down, comes flying down the rigging, smashes into Alfred Meyer's skull, and kills him almost instantly.
Let me pause here to acknowledge that I didn't know what a jeroboam of champagne was, so I looked it up:
Three liters of champagne does seem pretty hefty, so I can begin to understand the damage. Perhaps it's just as well that Meyer didn't hook a Nebuchadnezzar to the rigging, or there might not have been much left of him.
Anyway, Alleyn had been invited to the party, so he was present when the incident occurred. The police arrive soon after and are more than happy to allow his involvement (again, slightly contrived, but even Marsh seems to acknowledge this in places -- hey, suspension of disbelief, and all that!). What makes this story so interesting is that Alleyn and the police soon begin to realize that all of their suspects have seemingly unbreakable alibis. As in, it's literally impossible for anyone to have committed the crime. So Alleyn goes digging and finally locates the hairline crack in the murderer's alibi.
All in all, I enjoyed this story immensely. The only thing I wasn't sure I cared for was Marsh's treatment of the Maori character. His name is Dr. Te Pokiha, and his role is somewhat incidental. Initially, I was happy to see a Maori character in the story, especially one who is portrayed as being intelligent (educated at Oxford) and very well mannered. (How easy it would be to reduce the non-white characters to cheap stereotypes.) But then, she gets a little carried away, and at the end of the story the good doctor loses his temper with someone who calls him a liar. Naturally, comments about him being a "savage" ensue -- and this right after he has confronted the murderer who has arranged for a giant bottle of champagne to crush someone's skull. So who's really the savage...? It's entirely possible, however, that Marsh was playing with the irony here, particularly since Alleyn immediately thereafter goes to stay with the doctor and to speak well of him, in general terms and not just as a Maori, later on. So I'll leave my disappointment open to a wider interpretation of the character. There's still some stereotyping in here; I'll note that Marsh's positive description of Dr. Te Pokiha seems to derive from the fact that he descends from Maori nobility and from the fact that he is lighter skinned than many of his fellow Maoris. But a somewhat positive spin on a non-white, non-European character in 1930s literature is probably the best one can expect from the time period.
Year of publication: 1937
Number of pages: 224
Ah, well. Now that I've read it, I don't have any further confusion. And leave it to Ngaio Marsh to develop a story so unique that it's otherwise blah title manages to seem perfectly appropriate.
This is the fifth Inspector Alleyn mystery and, I believe, the first that Marsh chose to set in her native New Zealand. Additionally, it revolves around a traveling theater company, so Marsh managed to incorporate two subject areas with which she was quite familiar. I remember reading a comment from P.D. James a while back, in which she said that her favorite Marsh mysteries are those set in New Zealand, and I'm beginning to understand this. Given the freedom to expand on her homeland, Marsh becomes quite poetic about the landscape and the overall way of life. You get the sense that she reserves her best metaphors for what she loves most.
I suppose in some ways the plot is a little contrived. Inspector Alleyn is taking an extended sabbatical after surgery (not explained) and has chosen to visit New Zealand (also not explained). Sitting on a train in the North Island, he encounters the aforementioned traveling theater group, which is on its way to a performance in the fictional town of Middleton. Because Alleyn is still relatively fresh from his success in the case described in Enter a Murderer, several members of the theater group recognize him, although he asks that they remain discreet. Shortly after, the leading lady Carolyn Dacres asks for Alleyn's assistance when her husband, company producer Alfred Meyer, announces that someone has tried to murder him by pushing him off the train as it rounded a bend.
So you see, a little contrived. But this contrivance is really only a writing ploy to get Alleyn involved in the company's business. He continues to hang around, stumbling across another little mystery when one of the other performers in the company claims that someone has stolen money from her suitcase, and it's probably just as well that he becomes nosy: just after the company's first performance in Middleton, Alfred Meyer actually is murdered and in a way that defies anything but the liveliest imagination. Meyer had planned an on-stage birthday party for his wife after the performance, and he had settled on the idea that at the right moment a jeroboam of champagne would gently float down some rigging and settle before her. What ultimately happens is that the bottle of champagne, released from the weights that hold it down, comes flying down the rigging, smashes into Alfred Meyer's skull, and kills him almost instantly.
Let me pause here to acknowledge that I didn't know what a jeroboam of champagne was, so I looked it up:
Three liters of champagne does seem pretty hefty, so I can begin to understand the damage. Perhaps it's just as well that Meyer didn't hook a Nebuchadnezzar to the rigging, or there might not have been much left of him.
Anyway, Alleyn had been invited to the party, so he was present when the incident occurred. The police arrive soon after and are more than happy to allow his involvement (again, slightly contrived, but even Marsh seems to acknowledge this in places -- hey, suspension of disbelief, and all that!). What makes this story so interesting is that Alleyn and the police soon begin to realize that all of their suspects have seemingly unbreakable alibis. As in, it's literally impossible for anyone to have committed the crime. So Alleyn goes digging and finally locates the hairline crack in the murderer's alibi.
All in all, I enjoyed this story immensely. The only thing I wasn't sure I cared for was Marsh's treatment of the Maori character. His name is Dr. Te Pokiha, and his role is somewhat incidental. Initially, I was happy to see a Maori character in the story, especially one who is portrayed as being intelligent (educated at Oxford) and very well mannered. (How easy it would be to reduce the non-white characters to cheap stereotypes.) But then, she gets a little carried away, and at the end of the story the good doctor loses his temper with someone who calls him a liar. Naturally, comments about him being a "savage" ensue -- and this right after he has confronted the murderer who has arranged for a giant bottle of champagne to crush someone's skull. So who's really the savage...? It's entirely possible, however, that Marsh was playing with the irony here, particularly since Alleyn immediately thereafter goes to stay with the doctor and to speak well of him, in general terms and not just as a Maori, later on. So I'll leave my disappointment open to a wider interpretation of the character. There's still some stereotyping in here; I'll note that Marsh's positive description of Dr. Te Pokiha seems to derive from the fact that he descends from Maori nobility and from the fact that he is lighter skinned than many of his fellow Maoris. But a somewhat positive spin on a non-white, non-European character in 1930s literature is probably the best one can expect from the time period.
Year of publication: 1937
Number of pages: 224
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11 May 2013
Book Review: The Mystical Theology of the Eastern Church, by Vladimir Lossky
The Mystical Theology of the Eastern Church falls into one of two categories for most readers: either you're interested, or you're not. And I don't mean that dismissively. The reality is simply that you're either interested in delving into the complexity of Eastern Orthodox theology, or it's not something that you'll pursue. Even among Orthodox Christians, this is pretty heavy stuff. In fact, I was three-quarters of the way through this before my priest mentioned that for now it's best to stick with a more basic overview of Orthodoxy. (He wasn't chiding or discouraging me in particular; he was just saying that Orthodox theology is best taken in time. Things do move very slowly in Orthodoxy. "Read the heavier books later on. Maybe in twenty years or so, it would be time to visit a monastery.")
But since I was almost through it, I decided to keep reading and finish it. The priest's recommendation notwithstanding, I'm glad I gave myself at least a taste of Orthodox theology at this level. There's a lot in here, a lot to think about, a lot to learn, a lot to digest. I only scratched the surface of understanding it. Walking away from this book with at least a beginner's understanding of apophatic and cataphatic theology is a good start, as far as I'm concerned. God willing, I'll spend years studying it further.
As for the "mystical" element, it's not as airy-fairy as it might seem at first. In the opening pages, Lossky notes the following:
Year of publication: 1944 (republished 1976)
Number of pages: 252
But since I was almost through it, I decided to keep reading and finish it. The priest's recommendation notwithstanding, I'm glad I gave myself at least a taste of Orthodox theology at this level. There's a lot in here, a lot to think about, a lot to learn, a lot to digest. I only scratched the surface of understanding it. Walking away from this book with at least a beginner's understanding of apophatic and cataphatic theology is a good start, as far as I'm concerned. God willing, I'll spend years studying it further.
As for the "mystical" element, it's not as airy-fairy as it might seem at first. In the opening pages, Lossky notes the following:
In a certain sense all theology is mystical, inasmuch as it shows forth the divine mystery: the data of revelation. On the other hand, mysticism is frequently opposed to theology as a realm inaccessible to understanding, as an unutterable mystery, a hidden depth, to be lived rather than known; yielding itself to a specific experience which surpasses our faculties of understanding rather than to any perception of sense or of understanding. (p. 7)Lossky thus aims to reconcile these concepts and to reveal how they are united in Orthodoxy:
The eastern tradition has never made a sharp distinction between mysticism and theology; between personal experience of the divine mysteries and the dogma affirmed by the Church...To put it another way, we must live the dogma expressing a revealed truth, which appears to us as an unfathomable mystery, in such a fashion that instead of assimilating the mystery to our mode of understanding, we should, on the contrary, look for a profound change, an inner transformation of spirit, enabling us to experience it mystically. Far from being mutually opposed, theology and mysticism support and complete each other. One is impossible without the other. If the mystical experience is a personal working out of the content of the common faith, theology is an expression, for the profit of all, of that which can be experienced by everyone. (pp. 8-9)There's a lot in here, in just these few sentences. And the rest of the book follows suit, so to return to my initial comment if this interests you the book might be something to read. If not, there's nothing wrong with that as well. If you do decide to dive in, giver yourself some time to get through it. The book is only around 250 pages and still required several weeks of patient, thoughtful reading from me. No getting through this one quickly. But then again, that appears to be a metaphor for living Orthodox Christianity.
Year of publication: 1944 (republished 1976)
Number of pages: 252
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05 May 2013
Holy Pascha: Christ Is Risen
Lyrics and translation (from Serbian)
Ljudi likujte, narodi čujte:
Hristos voskrese, radost donese!
Zvezde igrajte, gore pevajte,
Hristos voskrese, radost donese!
Šume šumite, vetri brujite,
Hristos voskrese, radost donese!
Mora gudite, zveri ričite,
Hristos voskrese, radost donese!
Pčele se rojte, a ptice pojte
Hristos voskrese, radost donese!
Anđeli stojte, pesmu utrojte,
Hristos voskrese, radost donese!
Nebo se snizi, zemlju uzvisi,
Hristos voskrese, radost donese!
Zvona zvonite, svima javite,
Hristos voskrese, radost donese!
Slava ti Bože, sve ti se može,
Hristos voskrese, radost donese!
People rejoice, all nations listen:
Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!
Dance all ye stars and sing all ye mountains:
Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!
Whisper ye woods and blow all ye winds:
Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!
O seas proclaim and roar all ye beasts:
Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!
Buzz all ye bees and sing all ye birds:
Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!
O little lambs rejoice and be merry:
Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!
Nightengales joyous, lending your song:
Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!
Ring, O ye bells, let everyone hear:
Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!
All angels join us, singing this song:
Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!
Come down ye heavens, draw near the earth:
Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!
Glory to Thee, God Almighty!
Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!
Glory to Thee, God Almighty!
Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!
Sv. Vladika Nikolaj
http://www.podignimostupove.com
01 May 2013
Blogs I Love
I was going to do a follow-up post about the Sunshine Awards, but I realized I couldn't condense my blog reading into the expected format. Instead, I'm going to share a little about the blogs I read all the time and explain why I appreciate them.
Book Blogs
Reading to Know: This blog is owned by my long-time friend from Texas, Carrie. We've known each other for longer than I can really count (quite literally, as I met her before I knew how to count), and we've kept in touch throughout all these years. In a way, we've gotten to know each other better through blogging, despite the distance, and I love reading what she has to say about books, Christianity, and life in general.
Lines From the Page: I've been following this blog for some time, and I love the articulate and analytical approach that the author takes in all posts. There's always something to be learned here.
ExUrbanis: I came to know Debbie's blog through a comment, and I'm glad I found it. There's always something insightful here, something interesting to think about, or something unexpected to read. Additionally, Debbie has some of the most organized posts that always inspire me to assemble my thoughts a little better. (And I think she has a great template! I love clicking on her blog -- instead of just reading on Feedly -- since I love to see how it looks.)
Lifestyle Blogs
(Granted, not the best description, but I couldn't figure out a better name.)
Lisa Writes: Lisa has the most generous spirit in her blogging style, and I love to read her thoughts on her life and her faith. Her humility is inspiring, and I always feel like I'm learning a little more about growing in my own faith.
The Seasoned Homemaker: This is mum's blog. She -- justifiably, I should add -- considers herself a seasoned homemaker and loves to discuss all things home, including cooking, gardening, sewing, and crafts. In the interest of full disclosure, I'll confess that the only one of those categories in which I have any strength is cooking. Can't garden. Can't sew. Can't do crafts. This apple flew pretty far from the tree. (And for what it's worth, I knew how to cook well before she picked it up :)
Orthodoxy Blogs
Orthodoxy and Heterodoxy: I found Fr. Andrew Stephen Damick's blog Roads from Emmaus after reading his book (also called Orthodoxy and Heterodoxy) and before he actually started his Orthodoxy and Heterodoxy blog. I'm so glad he started the second blog as well, and I've learned a great deal about Orthodox thinking since then.
Orthodixie: Father Joseph Honeycutt is a blast to read, but he's also an excellent writer with a wonderful articulation of Orthodox Christianity. His book Defeating Sin was very helpful for me.
The Morning Offering: I plugged this one recently, but I'll mention it again. Abbot Tryphon is definitely worth adding to the morning routine.
Orthodox-Reformed Bridge: Robert Arakaki started this blog to help bridge the differences between the Reformed community and Orthodox Christianity. Granted, this blog is written from an Orthodox perspective, so a few readers of the Reformed persuasion have wondered why there's not more in the way of 50-50 discussion about the value of each. But that would be missing the point of the blog. Robert is far more focused on reaching out to Reformed Christians to explain some of the reasons behind the traditions of Orthodoxy. I should also point out that he's unceasingly gracious and friendly to his readers.
Silouan: Always fun for something interesting. And edifying as well. Usually focused on Orthodoxy, but occasionally a few comments about life and/or society in general.
Book Blogs
Reading to Know: This blog is owned by my long-time friend from Texas, Carrie. We've known each other for longer than I can really count (quite literally, as I met her before I knew how to count), and we've kept in touch throughout all these years. In a way, we've gotten to know each other better through blogging, despite the distance, and I love reading what she has to say about books, Christianity, and life in general.
Lines From the Page: I've been following this blog for some time, and I love the articulate and analytical approach that the author takes in all posts. There's always something to be learned here.
ExUrbanis: I came to know Debbie's blog through a comment, and I'm glad I found it. There's always something insightful here, something interesting to think about, or something unexpected to read. Additionally, Debbie has some of the most organized posts that always inspire me to assemble my thoughts a little better. (And I think she has a great template! I love clicking on her blog -- instead of just reading on Feedly -- since I love to see how it looks.)
Lifestyle Blogs
(Granted, not the best description, but I couldn't figure out a better name.)
Lisa Writes: Lisa has the most generous spirit in her blogging style, and I love to read her thoughts on her life and her faith. Her humility is inspiring, and I always feel like I'm learning a little more about growing in my own faith.
The Seasoned Homemaker: This is mum's blog. She -- justifiably, I should add -- considers herself a seasoned homemaker and loves to discuss all things home, including cooking, gardening, sewing, and crafts. In the interest of full disclosure, I'll confess that the only one of those categories in which I have any strength is cooking. Can't garden. Can't sew. Can't do crafts. This apple flew pretty far from the tree. (And for what it's worth, I knew how to cook well before she picked it up :)
Orthodoxy Blogs
Orthodoxy and Heterodoxy: I found Fr. Andrew Stephen Damick's blog Roads from Emmaus after reading his book (also called Orthodoxy and Heterodoxy) and before he actually started his Orthodoxy and Heterodoxy blog. I'm so glad he started the second blog as well, and I've learned a great deal about Orthodox thinking since then.
Orthodixie: Father Joseph Honeycutt is a blast to read, but he's also an excellent writer with a wonderful articulation of Orthodox Christianity. His book Defeating Sin was very helpful for me.
The Morning Offering: I plugged this one recently, but I'll mention it again. Abbot Tryphon is definitely worth adding to the morning routine.
Orthodox-Reformed Bridge: Robert Arakaki started this blog to help bridge the differences between the Reformed community and Orthodox Christianity. Granted, this blog is written from an Orthodox perspective, so a few readers of the Reformed persuasion have wondered why there's not more in the way of 50-50 discussion about the value of each. But that would be missing the point of the blog. Robert is far more focused on reaching out to Reformed Christians to explain some of the reasons behind the traditions of Orthodoxy. I should also point out that he's unceasingly gracious and friendly to his readers.
Silouan: Always fun for something interesting. And edifying as well. Usually focused on Orthodoxy, but occasionally a few comments about life and/or society in general.
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Good News
We might have found a new place to live.
Our reaction:
Prayers, please, that it works out if it's supposed to.
Our reaction:
Prayers, please, that it works out if it's supposed to.
30 April 2013
Book Review: Enter a Murderer, by Ngaio Marsh
Enter a Murderer is one of Ngaio Marsh's theatre-related books, which are always fun to read since she had a background in the theater (and, I suspect, it was always her primary passion). It also proceeds in the typical fashion of Marsh mysteries, with multiple characters, multiple motives, and multiple lies on the part of principle witnesses. Best of all, Roderick Alleyn is at the helm of the crime-solving vessel, so to speak, and it's great to see him and his jaunty attitude in action once more.
Alleyn's long-time journalist friend Nigel Bathgate, who is introduced in the first Marsh mystery A Man Lay Dead, invites Alleyn to join him at the theatre for the popular production The Rat and the Beaver at the Unicorn Theatre. Bathgate's university friend Felix Gardener is playing the title role of the Rat, while the universally disliked Arthur Surbonadier is playing the role of the Beaver. Surbonadier also happens to be the nephew of the Unicorn's owner Jacob Saint, although there isn't much love lost between them: if anything, Saint offers his nephew roles begrudgingly and makes it clear he believes his nephew has limited talent as an actor.
Additionally, Surbonadier is obsessed with Gardener's current arm-candy Stephanie Vaughan, an actress in the production, but any affection she might return has long since vanished. Not that this stops Surbonadier from propositioning her and threatening her if she doesn't leave Gardener. (For her part, Stephanie Vaughan is pretty good at taking care of herself.)
All of the tension comes to a head on the night that Bathgate and Alleyn attend the production (of course!). At the end of the final act, the Rat (again, Gardener) is supposed to shoot the Beaver (Surbonadier). The scene is set up so that the Rat fires an empty gun, while one of the stage hands simultaneously fires a blank backstage to generate the sound. On that fateful evening, however, Gardner fires a live round into Surbonadier onstage, and Surbonadier dies. Perhaps fortunately, the audience has no idea about this until later on. But Alleyn seems to realize it and immediately takes control of the situation.
From here, the plot takes its expected twists and turns as Alleyn tries to determine who loaded the gun with live rounds. Obviously, Gardner fired the gun, but that doesn't necessarily make him guilty of murder; everyone in the production knew how the scene worked, and anyone could have placed the rounds in the gun (or, at least, placed them in the scene so that Gardener loaded the live rounds by mistake, instead of the "dummy" rounds). As a result, anyone who is part of the production could be guilty. And there proves to be plenty of motive floating around, since Surbonadier make himself disagreeable to the entire cast and crew.
I feel as though I'm finally getting the hang of Marsh's writing with this story, as I was able to figure out who the murderer was before the big reveal. (In this case, there was a single line, early in the story, that tipped me off. It wasn't necessarily obvious, but it was one of those lines that left me thinking all the way through. If it proved to be an accurate perception, then everything else hinged on it.) Guessing in advance didn't make the ending any less enjoyable, however. I liked seeing how Marsh put Alleyn into action and how he worked to trap the killer red-handed.
A winner for me. And recommended, of course. But since I'm a Marsh fan, I can't imagine you expected anything else.
Year of publication: 1935
Number of pages: 191
Alleyn's long-time journalist friend Nigel Bathgate, who is introduced in the first Marsh mystery A Man Lay Dead, invites Alleyn to join him at the theatre for the popular production The Rat and the Beaver at the Unicorn Theatre. Bathgate's university friend Felix Gardener is playing the title role of the Rat, while the universally disliked Arthur Surbonadier is playing the role of the Beaver. Surbonadier also happens to be the nephew of the Unicorn's owner Jacob Saint, although there isn't much love lost between them: if anything, Saint offers his nephew roles begrudgingly and makes it clear he believes his nephew has limited talent as an actor.
Additionally, Surbonadier is obsessed with Gardener's current arm-candy Stephanie Vaughan, an actress in the production, but any affection she might return has long since vanished. Not that this stops Surbonadier from propositioning her and threatening her if she doesn't leave Gardener. (For her part, Stephanie Vaughan is pretty good at taking care of herself.)
All of the tension comes to a head on the night that Bathgate and Alleyn attend the production (of course!). At the end of the final act, the Rat (again, Gardener) is supposed to shoot the Beaver (Surbonadier). The scene is set up so that the Rat fires an empty gun, while one of the stage hands simultaneously fires a blank backstage to generate the sound. On that fateful evening, however, Gardner fires a live round into Surbonadier onstage, and Surbonadier dies. Perhaps fortunately, the audience has no idea about this until later on. But Alleyn seems to realize it and immediately takes control of the situation.
From here, the plot takes its expected twists and turns as Alleyn tries to determine who loaded the gun with live rounds. Obviously, Gardner fired the gun, but that doesn't necessarily make him guilty of murder; everyone in the production knew how the scene worked, and anyone could have placed the rounds in the gun (or, at least, placed them in the scene so that Gardener loaded the live rounds by mistake, instead of the "dummy" rounds). As a result, anyone who is part of the production could be guilty. And there proves to be plenty of motive floating around, since Surbonadier make himself disagreeable to the entire cast and crew.
I feel as though I'm finally getting the hang of Marsh's writing with this story, as I was able to figure out who the murderer was before the big reveal. (In this case, there was a single line, early in the story, that tipped me off. It wasn't necessarily obvious, but it was one of those lines that left me thinking all the way through. If it proved to be an accurate perception, then everything else hinged on it.) Guessing in advance didn't make the ending any less enjoyable, however. I liked seeing how Marsh put Alleyn into action and how he worked to trap the killer red-handed.
A winner for me. And recommended, of course. But since I'm a Marsh fan, I can't imagine you expected anything else.
Year of publication: 1935
Number of pages: 191
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28 April 2013
Sunshine Award
I'm super-duper behind on everything blog-related right now, since we were out of town all week, but I wanted to thank Debbie at ExUrbanis for the Sunshine Award that she has given me. (Perhaps somewhat ironically, we were out of town getting some much-needed sunshine...) See the link for more information. I was extremely honored to receive this award from a blogger I admire so much.
Thank you again, Debbie!
At some point in the next few days, I'll put together a Sunshine Award list of my own, since I like the idea of passing it forward.
Thank you again, Debbie!
At some point in the next few days, I'll put together a Sunshine Award list of my own, since I like the idea of passing it forward.
The Morning Offering
Abbot Tryphon, of the All-Merciful Saviour Russian Orthodox Monastery in Vashon Island (WA), has a blog where he posts The Morning Offering. I've found it to be very insightful, so I thought I'd pass on the recommendation. He also lists out the saints commemorated each day, as well as the Scripture readings. It's been nice for me to get a better sense of the rhythm of the church year through these features. (Somehow, "features" doesn't seem like the right word, but I'm vocabulary-dry at the moment.)
Additionally, Abbot Tryphon's Morning Offering is also included in the form of a podcast on Ancient Faith Radio. See here.
A quick note on his most recent post: today is Palm Sunday for Orthodox Christians (or Willow Sunday at my Ukrainian Orthodox Church, since there are no palms to be found here :) Also, for Orthodox Christians in most Slavic churches, there's a slightly different calendar being used (Julian vs. Gregorian), so that explains the double dates: April 28/April 15.
Additionally, Abbot Tryphon's Morning Offering is also included in the form of a podcast on Ancient Faith Radio. See here.
A quick note on his most recent post: today is Palm Sunday for Orthodox Christians (or Willow Sunday at my Ukrainian Orthodox Church, since there are no palms to be found here :) Also, for Orthodox Christians in most Slavic churches, there's a slightly different calendar being used (Julian vs. Gregorian), so that explains the double dates: April 28/April 15.
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