Tied up in Tinsel is a book about a very rich man, Hilary Bill-Tasman, who has an obsession for the past. He repurchases the old family home, tracks down old furniture and paintings and repurchases them, and plans to restore the house in general. But to do that and to maintain it, he needs servants. But where is one to find servants in the 1970s? Why prison, of course! More specifically, the entire staff is composed of murderers who have left their penitentiaries behind. This is seen as a form of rehabilitation… but things get very awkward when somebody begins to play malicious pranks recalling the murders that the staff had committed years ago! And it’s even worse when an unpleasant butler disappears after having played the role of The Druid (aka Santa) for the local children at Christmastime…
The problem is that as marvellous as the set-up is, Marsh loses interest as soon as the butler disappears midway through the book. We get long scenes where nothing happens and Troy waits around for Alleyn to show up—because heaven knows, an intelligent independent young woman couldn’t possibly solve a nasty crime like murder (Oops, did I give that away? Well don’t kid yourself—you knew it was coming.)… especially not without a man around. When the butler disappears, we sit around for ages waiting for the altogether-too-obvious corpse to show up and it gets very dull very quickly. Alleyn shows up and promptly gets to work... by refusing to get involved and trying to say “no” as politely as possible. Our hero, ladies and gentlemen…
Truth be told, this mystery falls apart because the solution comes like an afterthought in the final pages. Alleyn pulls the solution out of his a––––. (I say, there are ladies present!) He’s right of course because, well, how couldn’t he be? Oh, Marsh makes a lame attempt at trying to explain the solution, but it is pulled more-or-less out of nowhere and gives no satisfaction as an ending, especially since not everything is adequately explained. This could have been an ingenious little mystery but Marsh decides to show people sitting down, servants insisting that they’re not murderers—at least, not anymore, sir—and all the fun liveliness and quirkiness of the set-up dissipates.
I don’t recommend Tied up in Tinsel. This is a book that contains some marvellous scenes, especially when the Christmas presentation is being planned and presented. There are even some fun characters, including a simply marvellous Colonel. But none of it is tied convincingly together. If you want to read the excellent set-up, go right ahead, but tune out after the disappearance. Nothing good lies beyond that point. And if you want to find out whodunit, come up with your own solution… and don’t feel the need to justify it with logic. Marsh didn’t care enough; why should you?
Seems to tie in with my Marsh experiences - takes forever for the crime to happen and then nothing else interesting happens. The sidelining of Troy happens in the same way in Clutch of Constables - just as I was warming to her, Alleyn shows up with his "Foxkin" - a nickname which must entail gossip about the pair of them - and she is packed off to a hotel for the rest of the book.ReplyDelete
Nice to be able to say this, given the size of it, but Marsh isn't part of my TBR pile anymore. She's had her chances...
I'm a forgiving sort of chap so I will keep going ahead with Marsh, but I have been told that this was one of her weakest periods and that there are several other books from an earlier period that are far better.Delete
@Puzzle Doctor I'm glad someone else doesn't like Marsh. I've read seven books now from throughout her career and I didn't enjoy any of them. The reason I perservered was that each one was a letdown in quite a different way, so I could always convince myself that the next one might be good. I'm still going to read Death and the Dancing Footman, because I've bought it and the subgenre it inhabit interests me, but unless that's a tour de force I think I'll be giving up as well...ReplyDelete
Death and the Dancing Footman was the last Ngaio Marsh novel I read and that was almost three years ago. *cue ominous music*
I enjoyed the following (and I have scored some of her books at 2.5/5)ReplyDelete
Death in a White Tie (1938) 4/5
Overture to Death (1939) 4/5
Death of a Peer (1940) aka Surfeit of Lampreys 5/5
Death and the Dancing Footman (1941) 4/5
Final Curtain (1947) 4/5
Scales of Justice (1955) 4.5/5
Clutch of Constables (1968) 4/5
Marsh is not bag either. Unlike Christie, Queen, and Carr of whose stories and characters I remember decades after reading them, I can recall nothing about Marsh's books. Wait! VINTAGE MURDER had a great murder weapon -- a magnum of champagne. That's it. I can't even tell if I liked any of the five (four? six?) books I read ages ago. I abandoned her early in my reading. They just didn't excite me.ReplyDelete
Reading a Marsh makes you appreciate the skill of a Carr or Christie in keeping the story going whilst still feeding the reader clues. Marsh takes ages to set the story up, and then brings everything to a crashing halt whilst Alleyn spends endless pages interrogating everyone. This is a case where the BBC adaptions from a few years back are much preferable to the originals.ReplyDelete
I'm pleased that this post has triggered a discussion on Marsh. Although I must admit she has been far from my favourite, two books *is* a small sample size and so perhaps I ought not judge by these. Still, there definitely *are* good points to Marsh-- as I said in the review, the opening was wonderful and the satire uproariously funny. The disconnect between Part I and Part II is not, I gather, an original observation...ReplyDelete