Here comes another change to the Ellery Queen mysteries: This is the first novel or short story where the title has nothing specifically to do with the story.
A Hollywood studio has hired Ellery as a writer. He’s been in Los Angeles, with a plush office on studio grounds for two weeks, but with no actual assigned work, which means, yes, frustration at the studio, but also enough time on his hands to solve a murder. Ellery appears, ever so briefly, with laryngitis and a beard: by losing them both, he is able to take on the identity of ace reporter Hilary King. Amazingly, no one sees through the disguise.
The initial clues point one way, but Ellery finds the clues had been planted once the murderer’s original plans went awry. Other than that, there is not much of interest in this novel. The pace is well written, but the characters and plot all seem destined for a B-studio back lot. Perhaps the cousin’s own frustrations with writing unproduced screenplays for Hollywood are shining through, sure, but it is too bad that the frustrations bled from screenplays into one of their novels.
The cousins did not seem to like Hollywood, but also seemed, on at least one level, to appreciate the people who did like Hollywood. The novel opens with this description:
“Hollywood, like the Land of Oz, possesses a quaint and fluty flavor: it is the place where tin Christmas trees suddenly sprout around lamp-posts in December under a ninety-degree sun, where restaurants take the shape of lighthouses and hats, ladies on Saturday nights stroll the boulevards in trousers and mink coats leading
baby leopards on a leash, where morning newspapers cost five cents and evening newspapers two, and people wait in queues for unexhausting hours to witness other people pressing their hands into juicy cement.”
The cousins were obviously bemused what they found outside they confines of the Northeast. They decided the laid-back lifestyle did not appeal to Ellery:
“That’s just the bloody trouble!” shouted Mr. Queen. I want to be rushed. I want to work day and night. I want to hear a human voice. I want to engage in debates about the weather. What did you bring me out here for, anyway?”
As one character aptly pus it, “ Mr. Queen doesn’t understand the Hollywood way of doing things.”
But he would certainly write more about the film industry: this was the first of Ellery Queen’s Hollywood Trilogy.
These were not the best of the series. Four of Hearts is some what better and introduces Paula Paris. It seems he is out of his arrogant Philo Vance mode by this time. They say it starts in the Door Between. What do you think? Do you agree?
The cousins were still coming out of the “Philo Vance” phase, which was a long, slow process. It could be said to really have started anywhere around the Spanish Cape Mystery, on. I think his relationship with and experience in Hollywood helped this transition.
Edward D. Hoch was right in saying that this was not the right mileu of Queen. The Origin of Evil is a post Wrightsville Hollywood Novel from about 12-13 years later that works somewhat better than the later ones.
Oops. Mean to say “better than the earlier ones”.
It’s not really one of the cousins’ best, but it is interesting to see Ellery as a fish out of water. Glucke comes around eventually but he’s initially hostile, which forces Ellery to be sneakier than usual.
I read the first 20 pages or so, and the build up of characters just seemed very obtuse, even confusing at times
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