Mike Shayne investigates an impossible murder in the Big Easy
It’s not often that Mike Shayne runs with an honorable crowd, but there is a lieutenant in his office mourning the fiancée who killed herself the day before. Honest and heartbroken, he begs this hardened private investigator for help answering one simple, impossible question: Why? It’s a question Shayne has been asking ever since his wife was murdered in Miami and he moved to New Orleans to escape her memory. For the sake of a soldier, he will put his own mourning aside and try to explain a suicide that looks an awful lot like murder.
Katrin Moe was working as a maid in the home of a wealthy New Orleans family when she was found locked in her room, the gas pumping full blast. Coincidentally, a priceless emerald necklace went missing from the house a few days before and the insurance company hired Shayne to find it. On the hunt for a killer, Shayne will find that the necklace and the crook are more closely related than meets the eye.
Brett Halliday (July 31, 1904 - February 4, 1977), primary pen name of Davis Dresser, was an American mystery writer, best known for the long-lived series of Mike Shayne novels he wrote, and later commissioned others to write. Dresser wrote non-series mysteries, westerns and romances under the names
I first discovered the Shayne series over 30 years ago when I found a little used bookstore along US441, near Belleview, Florida. Martin Nevers Bookstore, well known around Central and north Florida, was a prime spot for used books. Nevers had a store before these days of everone pretending to be an antiquarian seller and mis-priced books. Nevers closed in 2006.
At the time, I had little cash, but that worked well as Nevers had a bunch of detective novels from the '40s and '50s at 35 to 50 cents each. I grabbed a bundle and headed back to Orlando. What had caught my eye of some of the novels was the Florida setting. I soon bore into then Shayne series. Floored at the accuracy of the writing of Miami and Miami Beach at the various times the books were written. I was hooked. Now to find more... and I did.
What I didn't care as much about were the books taking place in other locations, like Louisiana. Those were ones I didn't read first and many slipped through. Also, didn't care for the Shayne books after David Dresser shed the Halliday name and moved on, just before 1960.
For about 20 years now, I like to start the new year reading a Halliday novel. Here's a Louisiana book i hadn't read.
This one is set in Louisiana. I don't know the area and can't comment to accuracy, but the plotting is more claustrophobic than when Dresser writes of Miami. I don't mean just the interior parts of the story.
The story telling is similar to the Miami set tales, but this one is more prolonged and involved. Less Shayne charging around and more of a contemplative Shayne. Wondering if this was ghost written?
The story is good and does have a finale of the typical Shayne unexpected. Though, the bad guy does seem obvious from the start. The mechanics of that can't be known until the end. I do like when Dresser makes the answer included in the body of the tale.
Bottom line: I recommend this book. 8 out of ten points.
It's no secret that I love vintage crime fiction. One look at my 2011 reading list will tell you that much. My favorite authors in the genre are Hammett and Chandler, but a close runner up has to be Brett Halliday. He's not as hard-hitting as Hammet, nor is he as artful as Chandler, but there's a vintage charm about his writing that I find utterly enthralling. When reading one of his novels, I feel I've been transported back into the heyday of hardboiled gumshoes, into a world of molls and gats and grifters. Even Dashiell Hammett, the pater familias of all things Hardboiled, can’t utterly engross me the same way. Sure the plots can be formulaic, sure the writing isn't especially amazing (it's still a long way from being bad, though). I don't care. I'm in it for the ambiance, and Halliday has that in spades.
Halliday was actually the pseudonym of Davis Dresser, the author of no less than fifty Michael Shayne detective novels. He later commissioned other authors to ghost-write another 27 titles under the Shayne series for a total of 77 books. His first Shayne novel, Dividend on Death was rejected by 21 publishers before being accepted by Henry Holt & Co. in 1939. So for all you aspiring writers out there, the lesson is: persistence pays off. A few more interesting tidbits: Twelve movies were made using adaptations of his Michael Shayne books, he wrote a slew of non-series mysteries, westerns, and romances under other pen names, and he was given an Edgar award for his non-fiction writings on the mystery genre--quite a pedigree, all told.
The titular character of the Mike Shayne series is a tall, red-headed, wise-cracking P.I. with an unflinching sense of justice. In the first novels he was based in Miami (and married, no less), but after his wife's untimely death in a later book he moved to New Orleans... and then back again, but that's beside the point. Murder and the Married Virgin takes place in New Orleans. Shayne is hired by the fiancé of a dead girl to find out what happened in her apparent suicide attempt. They were supposed to be married the very next day, but she supposedly went into her room, turned on the gas grate in the fireplace, and drifted off into the final sleep with a smile upon her lips. She worked as a maid at the home of the Lomax family, the very same house where upon the night of her death an emerald necklace insured for $125,000 was stolen. As it so happens (very conveniently so) the insurance company that issued the policy also hires Shayne to recover the necklace, and off he goes to rattle cages, stir the pot, and generally stick his nose where it doesn’t belong. It quickly becomes obvious that both cases are related (duh) and that everyone involved knows more than they’re letting on (double-duh). Shayne continues to bang his head against the wall until he finally breaks through to the truth, gathers all the players together, and then explains the mystery and sends the perpetrators off to the iron bar motel.
I warned you these things could be formulaic, didn’t I? But formulaic or not, it’s still a lot of fun. The writing is utterly pulp, and it’s so hardboiled it’s practically granite. What I find most endearing, however, are the minor aspects of the story and the style. The dialogue is crisp, the action is pumped with machismo, and the period-specific details (telephone operators, typewriters, drug stores, etc.) are as fascinating to me as shiny stuff to a barracuda. I love just about everything vintage anyway, so when you throw mystery and murder into the mix I’m in hog heaven.
I do have a couple of gripes, however. After all, what self-respecting wannabe literary critic could pass up an opportunity to gripe? First, the coincidence of being hired to work two sides of the same case is a little bit too coincidental for me to willingly suspend my disbelief (thank you S.T. Coleridge). Coincidences are fine and all, it’s just that when applied incorrectly they can smack of “author fiat” rather than “random quirk of fate.” In this instance I was able to get past it since it happened at the beginning of the book and the rest of the plot didn’t totally hinge upon it. Second, the plot twist at the end was way too reminiscent of Raymond Chandler’s 1939 short story “Pearls Are a Nuisance.” If you haven’t read a lot of vintage crime fiction, you probably won’t even notice. If you have, well, you won’t care all that much since you obviously like the genre to begin with. You won’t mind that I just spoiled the ending either because you will have seen the ending coming a mile away anyhow. I just can’t pass up an opportunity to sound smart and well-read. It’s a curse, really.
At any rate, if you like old mysteries, or even if you don’t, I encourage you to give Brett Halliday’s Michael Shayne series a try. They’re short and sweet, so you won’t have to invest much time in them. You won't have to spend much money on them either, as they usually go for around $3 or $4 a pop from a used bookstore (if that). With all that considered I give Murder and the Married Virgin a healthy four out of five stars.
This is similar to the locked room mystery. A bride to be is found dead after locking her door, going to sleep, and found dead the next morning. Her emerald necklace worth a large fortune is also gone. It takes Shayne a while but he sets up a sting to reveal the person or persons responsible.
Murder of a young girl the night before her wedding ties into the theft of an Emerald worth more than $100,000. Lots of twists and turns, with an appropriately slimy cast of characters. Very fast and easy read.
Fast-paced Mike Shayne novel that keeps you interested on the task at hand. Mike does all his usual running around but the novel feels tight and focused. Liked it.
Chronologically, Murder and the Married Virgin is the first Mike Shayne novel with Lucy Hamilton working as his secretary and the first with him working out of a New Orleans office. Lucy is new to the detective field and a bit uncomfortable with the sordid details and even threatens to walk out. That light banter is a good foul to the tough detective work Shayne does. This is Brett Halliday's version of a locked-room mystery, trying to solve the mysterious death of a maid who seemingly killed herself right before her wedding day. Halliday throws in the usual mysterious women, nightclubs, gamblers, jewel thieves, and femme fatales as well as the not uncommon all points bulletin for s pickup on Shayne for murder. This is a straight-up solid detective novel. There's no attempt here to be clever or literary. But it's just what the doctor ordered: solid, tough, no-nonsense private eye work.