A collection of short stories, mostly murder mysteries solved by the Commissioner of Scotland Yard, Sir John Appleby. My dad was called John Appleby. But he didn't belong to quite that level of society. Sir John is a connoisseur of claret and takes guests to his London club. He goes trout-fishing. He and his wife, Lady Judith, visit stately homes; one of them usually knows the owners. His son Bobby wrote a successful anti-novel. This sort of thing might have gone down well when the 'Appleby' series started in 1936 (he appears in at least 20 novels), but by 1975 it looks decidedly dated. Furthermore, the stories are mostly too short to allow a proper deployment of clues and red herrings.
There is a certain amount of nostalgia: I too remember the days when currency restrictions meant that a Briton holidaying in France was only allowed to take £50 plus £15 in cash. Per person but even so it made things tight.
I have read at least one of the novels (Hamlet, Revenge!) but it was a long time ago.
Michael Innes also write critical books and literary novels under his real name J I M Stewart.
Selected quotes:
- "What the old lady must look out for is and adolescent girl - preferably of worse than indifferent education, and necessarily of hysterical temperament. If poltergeists exist, it's almost invariably when some such young person is around." (Poltergeist)
- "It is well known that poltergeists, in common with other agents of the supernatural, frequently sulk when attracting the attention of persons sceptically inclined." (Poltergeist)
- "'But a philosopher's argosies,' he said a shade pedantically, 'must voyage in distant waters, don't you think? They may return all the more richly freighted in the end.'" (Death by Water)
- "He'd toasted his bottom before the fire of life." (A Question of Confidence)
- "It dates from a time when you put on your warmest clothes to go indoors." (The Thirteenth Priest Hole)
If you enjoy elegant if pompous prose and old-fashioned class snobbery, Appleby is the detective for you.
June 2025; 192 pages
First published by Victor Gollancz in 1975
My edition issued as a paperback by Penguin in 1978
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