(review by Ed Gorman)
THE INNOCENT MRS. DUFF, Elizabeth Sanxay Holding
For
some reason, much as I've pushed her, I'd never read THE INNOCENT
MRS. DUFF by Elizabeth Sanxay Holding. It is remarkable in many ways,
not least because the protagonist, Jacob Duff is drunk for virtually
the entire novel. And we see 95% of the book through his eyes.
Functionally drunk for most of it but also falling-down drunk in
places. Holding's genius was to sustain a sense of
dread that I
don't think even Ruth Rendell has equaled. There are times in her
novels when I have to put the book down for a few minutes. They are that
claustrophobic in mood and action.
That's the first remarkable
aspect of the book. The second remarkable aspect is that we see the
book through the eyes of one of the most arrogant, self-involved, cold
and self-deluded men I've ever encountered in fiction of any kind. I
hated the bastard so
much--I'm not enamored of the upper-classes,
alas, and Duff embodies everything I loathe about them--I almost gave
up after chapter three. I wasn't sure I wanted to learn anything more
about this jerk,
But Holding has the voodoo, at least for me.
She makes me turn pages faster than any best-seller because what you're
rushing to discover is the secrets of her people not just plot turns.
All the good folks in
this one are women, especially Duff's younger,
beautiful and very decent wife. He constantly compares her unfavorably
to his first wife, though we soon learn that he didn't care much for
his first wife, either. At
age forty he's still looking for his dream woman. God have mercy on her soul if he ever finds her.
As
always with Holding, as with much of Poe, what we have is not so much a
plot (though she's as good as Christie) as a phantasmagoria of
despair, distrust and suspicion that consumes the protagonist. Is his
wife
cheating on him? Is she setting up his death so she'll inherit his
estate? Is she turning his young son against him? Has his wealthy aunt,
his life-long mentor and mother confessor, taken the side of his young
wife?
Has his drinking disgraced him in his small town and are all those
smirks aimed at him? And finally, is he a murderer? And why does he have
to sneak around these days to drink?
If you're curious about
Holding, this is a good place to start. Anthony Boucher always said that
she was the mother of all psychological suspense novelists. What's
interesting is how few, fifty-some years after her death, have come
close to equaling her enormous powers. Not for nothing did Raymond
Chandler call her the best suspense novelist of his generation
4 comments:
A welcome reminder to me that I need to read her work!
She is worth it, Margot.
Seconded, that, though I've read only about three or four so far of her novels.
Ed had a flair for championing great, often unsung, works.
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