More Work for the Undertaker

Rating:
Summary: Maybe not everyone's cup of tea
Review: American readers of the 21st century may find this 1949 mystery based in London to be just a little "abstruse." It takes quite a bit more effort to read than novels we find on today's best seller list, partly because of the linguistic differences and partly, probably, because of the setting and the time. Also, this is the first Allingham book I have read, so the characters were all new to me.

That said, I found the book worthwhile, with respect to learning new things, about London, about the way people spoke in that day and age and in that locale, and about their customs (still driving a horse-drawn hearse, for example), customs which seem pretty unusual today. The book is set in post-World War II years, so it's about concurrent with the publication date.

If you like literary references, you'll find a few here. The character action is muted, compared to today's novels, and only really picks up at the end, when there's a short rise to the denouement and a quick rush to the end. Instead of performing many actions, the characters do a lot of talking, and that's when you get your lesson in Briticisms and cockney accents.

For a book written in 1949, this one holds up relatively well, even for readers like me, used to reading contemporary crime fiction (as opposed to mysteries). Diximus.

Rating:
Summary: Maybe not everyone's cup of tea
Review: American readers of the 21st century may find this 1949 mystery based in London to be just a little "abstruse." It takes quite a bit more effort to read than novels we find on today's best seller list, partly because of the linguistic differences and partly, probably, because of the setting and the time. Also, this is the first Allingham book I have read, so the characters were all new to me.

That said, I found the book worthwhile, with respect to learning new things, about London, about the way people spoke in that day and age and in that locale, and about their customs (still driving a horse-drawn hearse, for example), customs which seem pretty unusual today. The book is set in post-World War II years, so it's about concurrent with the publication date.

If you like literary references, you'll find a few here. The character action is muted, compared to today's novels, and only really picks up at the end, when there's a short rise to the denouement and a quick rush to the end. Instead of performing many actions, the characters do a lot of talking, and that's when you get your lesson in Briticisms and cockney accents.

For a book written in 1949, this one holds up relatively well, even for readers like me, used to reading contemporary crime fiction (as opposed to mysteries). Diximus.

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Summary: More Work for the Undertaker
Review: More Work for the Undertaker (Margery Allingham, 1949) is, with The Case of the Late Pig, with which it shares certain themes, one of Allingham's most bizarre books-a story ingenious and unusual, if somewhat cluttered-"a fascinating case ... one of the classics of its kind".

The story takes place in Apron St., "a strange decayed sort of neighbourhood", Dickensian London-at once entertaining and disquieting, due to Allingham's unique gift for making place as vivid as character, the atmosphere one of frozen time, unchanged since the Victorian era, London described as a series of villages in which the Palinodes act as squires-although, this being Margery Allingham, character is equally vivid, characters "[taking] shape like a portrait under a pencil", the reader, like Albert Campion, "impressed by the graphic quality of ... every movement ... all done by fleeting lights and shadows"-both feel "invigorated, as if life was coming back to a long-numbed corner of the mind."

The most vivid characters in the book are at the centre: the eccentric Palinode family, "queer brainy people, all boarding privately in what was once their own home. They're not easy people to get at from a police point of view, and now there's a poisoner loose among 'em." Allingham sketches in the strange culture of the Palinode family as effortlessly as she did the family in Police at the Funeral. The eccentricity of the Palinodes can be gauged by their habit of speaking in crosswords-"If the Palinode 'family language' consisted of references to the classics, a good memory and a comprehensive dictionary of quotations should go a long way."

It is into this strange boarding-house inhabited by eccentrics that Mr. Campion enters, posing as the nephew of the house-owner Renee Roper, who first appeared in Dancers in Mourning. Faced with these eccentric yet impractical geniuses, Campion "felt that, intellectually speaking, he was having a conversation with someone at the other end of a circular tunnel, and was in fact standing directly back to back with her. On the other hand, of course, it was possible that he had become Alice in Wonderland." The effect is the same on the reader, who steps into a world in which the unusual is commonplace, and in which everything normal is twisted out of recognition into some new mathematical perversion, so that the reader, like Alice in Through the Looking-Glass, finds himself stepping through the door-and ending up back where he started, utterly confused-a maze, amazed. Like Lewis Carroll's classics, the book is at once humorous and disturbing, the whole approach summed up in the following dialogue:

'If you hear any thumping it's just the undertaker.'

'The ultimate reassurance, said Campion.

Humorous and hilarious-but the undercurrent of something wrong, of death, of insanity, of things not being quite right, is vividly tangible. London suburbia is transformed into something rich and strange, a world in which the sordidness of gangsterdom is contrasted with the bizarre symbolism of the means they use to escape the law--somehow involved with the shady undertaking business of Magersfontein Lugg's brother-in-law Jas. Bowels, a symbol of the unpredictability of the book's approach-"an unreliable interment hardly bore imagining". The whole culminates in a surreal chase of a coffin brake through London by police squad cars-the real world has fused with the world of the bizarre-the mad world of the Palinodes.

The solution is perhaps rather cluttered, with the villain's professional criminal activities successfully carried out on one hand, his bungling amateur murders on the other. Yet the criminal's desire to "stop the clock"-a motive corresponding to the fact that the book's Dickensian approach is "an impressive anachronism, unlikely and nearly as decorative as a coach-and-four"-is well-conveyed, suiting the impression of the character the reader has received from his description and profession-character takes the place of clues, although the clues that are there are well designed, one of glasses in particular being well-hidden yet stressing the idea of frozen time, old habits dying hard.

More Work for the Undertaker is one of Margery Allingham's best-a book which lingers in the mind, filled with unforgettable characters and scenes, and with a plot bizarre and baroque, a rich triumph of the imagination-the reader can only applause and say, "Oh, very good, very good indeed... Nicely told and very good work."

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Summary: Going Up Apron Street
Review: The Palinode clan defies description. They are extraordinarily bright and eccentric, there are a fair number of them (siblings Evadne, Lawrence and Miss Jessica, plus niece Clytie) and they are extremely poor. They live in the old Palinode home as tenants of Renee Roper, its new owner and an old pal of Campion's. And, for no apparent reason, someone seems to be trying to kill them off. Campion, to the rescue as always, moves into Renee's boarding house, while Lugg, his factotum, moves in with Jas Bowels the undertaker down the road.

Subplots abound. The police suspect something is rotten in Apron Street, but aren't sure what. A coffin belonging to Bowels and his son keeps appearing and disappearing, a pharmacist dies unexpectedly and Clytie's boyfriend takes a hard bash on the noggin. Confusion is endemic and the Palinodes sit at the center of the storm calmly writing crossword puzzles and cooking recipes from a book entitled "How to Live on One-and Six."

Even though murder is a grim subject, Margery Allingham once again manages to turn it into a perfect comedy of manners. "More Work for the Undertaker" will have you snickering as the antics of the Bowels and struggling to understand Palinode quips. Nowadays there is altogether too much noir fiction. It's a great relief to settle down with one of Allingham's lighter novels and return to a London as far away as Alice's Wonderland.

A special treat in this novel is the first appearance of Charlie Luke, a Divisional Detective Inspector, as Campion's partner in detection. Now that Stanislaus Oates has become old, important, and a bit stuffy, Allingham seizes the moment to introduce Luke. His bluff and animated personality is a perfect contrast with Campion's. He will go on to be a regular in Allingham's stories from now on, taking his place with Lugg and Amanda.

Rating:
Summary: Going Up Apron Street
Review: The Palinode clan defies description. They are extraordinarily bright and eccentric, there are a fair number of them (siblings Evadne, Lawrence and Miss Jessica, plus niece Clytie) and they are extremely poor. They live in the old Palinode home as tenants of Renee Roper, its new owner and an old pal of Campion's. And, for no apparent reason, someone seems to be trying to kill them off. Campion, to the rescue as always, moves into Renee's boarding house, while Lugg, his factotum, moves in with Jas Bowels the undertaker down the road.

Subplots abound. The police suspect something is rotten in Apron Street, but aren't sure what. A coffin belonging to Bowels and his son keeps appearing and disappearing, a pharmacist dies unexpectedly and Clytie's boyfriend takes a hard bash on the noggin. Confusion is endemic and the Palinodes sit at the center of the storm calmly writing crossword puzzles and cooking recipes from a book entitled "How to Live on One-and Six."

Even though murder is a grim subject, Margery Allingham once again manages to turn it into a perfect comedy of manners. "More Work for the Undertaker" will have you snickering as the antics of the Bowels and struggling to understand Palinode quips. Nowadays there is altogether too much noir fiction. It's a great relief to settle down with one of Allingham's lighter novels and return to a London as far away as Alice's Wonderland.

A special treat in this novel is the first appearance of Charlie Luke, a Divisional Detective Inspector, as Campion's partner in detection. Now that Stanislaus Oates has become old, important, and a bit stuffy, Allingham seizes the moment to introduce Luke. His bluff and animated personality is a perfect contrast with Campion's. He will go on to be a regular in Allingham's stories from now on, taking his place with Lugg and Amanda.