Showing posts with label 1951. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1951. Show all posts

Friday, May 11, 2018

The Saint and Scotland Yard by Leslie Charteris (Pan, 1951)


THE SAINT VERSUS SCOTLAND YARD (originally entitled The Holy Terror), tells how Simon Templar relieves crooks of their ill-gotten gains and, while thus helping Chief Inspector Teal of Scotland Yard, at the same time receives a fair proportion for himself and his girl assistant Patricia Holm.  Part I tells how he settles accounts with a professional blackmailer and murderer called the Scorpion and is thereby enabled to pay his income-tax.  In Part II he foils a giant currency swindle, but incidentally leaves a dead man and other casualties to be explained by the exasperated Teal.  In Part III he confronts two diamond-smuggling gangsters after a murder in a train ; Inspector Teal butts in and is fooled, while the Saint takes one of the gangsters on a wild car-ride ; Teal is finally checkmated on the great liner Berengaria and is left to open a strangely filled trunk labelled with his name.
The copy on the back cover of this book is so exhaustive it reads more like a synopsis than a blurb!  The Saint vs Scotland Yard is comprised of three loosely-connected novellas, in which Simon Templar foils the villains and the law, and escapes with the loot.  And his "girl assistant"?  Actually it's made clear that she is his live-in lover, an arrangement that is common today, but must have raised a few eyebrows back when this was written.

No wonder "The Saint" series became so popular.  The character must have been so much fun for respectable and law-abiding citizens to identify with!

Monday, March 20, 2017

The Corpse Came C.O.D. by Jimmy Starr (J. Coker and Co., 1951)

Found at one of the Lifeline Bookfairs, complete with shabby dust-jacket:


Hector Ross, studio dress designer, disappears following  a tiff with glamorous movie star, Mona Harrison.  A few days later, Ross's body, dumped into a packing case, is delivered C.O.D. to Mona's house.  How her boyfriend Joe Medford, ace crime reporter, sets about the task of finding the murderer, provides a story packed with thrills and suspense.
What do you call a fictional character who likes to name-drop real people's names?

George Burns and Gracie Allen were across the way.  They waved at Mona, who returned the greeting.  Edgar Bergen, without Charlie McCarthy, sat in a corner booth.
(Page 43)
 As I strolled in, I noticed Fred Astaire over in a corner with his producer, David Hempstead.  Carole Landis was at the bar, telling stories of her army tour in Africa... Dorothy Lamour and Paulette Goddard, still in studio make-up, were gabbing about clothes in a far booth.
(Page 113)
I looked around the room.  Janet Gaynor and Adrian, the famous stylist, were sitting in the next booth.
(Page 115)
Jimmy Starr (his real name, evidently!) was a screenwriter and Hollywood gossip columnist in the 1930s and 1940s, so this novel really is a case of "writing what you know".   It was made into a movie starring George Brent and Joan Blondell in 1947.