Anyone who reads my blog regularly has, by now, noticed two
things about me. First off, I’m positively insane. Second, whenever I get
introduced to a new author and am very impressed with the book in question, I
tend to go on a reading binge. I did this earlier in 2012 with Donald E.
Westlake, devouring Dortmunder and Parker novels as though they were potato chips
until I realized that I would soon run out of my supplies if I kept at it. But
I just can’t learn my lesson, and I’m at serious risk of doing it again with
the work of Charlotte Armstrong. The symptoms are all there, and I just got
finished reading Armstrong’s novel Mischief.
In Mischief, Mr.
and Mrs. Peter O. Jones are on their way to an important social function, where
Mr. Jones is due to deliver a speech. They have to leave their daughter Bunny
behind, and they planned to leave her at the hotel with Mr. Jones’ sister. But
at the last moment, she cancels on them, and they’re forced to scramble around
to find a replacement. Fortunately, an elevator operator named Eddie Munro
hears of their plight and volunteers the services of his niece, Nell Munro. The
Joneses are only too happy to accept Eddie’s offer, but something feels odd the
instant Nell steps into room 807…
When they leave, Nell quickly puts Bunny to bed and soon,
the mischief begins. It’s relatively harmless at first, as Nell tosses some
papers around and does a mad dance of sorts. But then she begins to make
malicious phone calls to random people in the phone book. But that’s only the
beginning. Things go very wrong indeed when a stranger is lured into the hotel.
One thing is certain: the Joneses should never
have allowed Nell to babysit Bunny…
Mischief was
originally published in 1950, but happily, it’s been brought back into digital
print by The Mysterious Press, along with several of Armstrong’s novels. I
can’t begin telling you how glad I am about this. Charlotte Armstrong was a
supremely talented writer, capable of conjuring suspense out of thin air,
creating memorable characters and perilous situations. I was aware that I was
reading a work of fiction, but I felt a deep emotional investment in the entire
story, and was on the edge of my seat throughout the book. It’s a short read,
and that’s in its favour: the story unravels quickly and neatly.
But at the same time, Armstrong creates some truly memorable
characters. I particularly liked the character of Jed Towers. He’s about to fly
out of town to take up a new, important job, and so was spending potentially
his last evening with Lyn Lesley. The date had an air of decisiveness around
it: this would either make or break their relationship. Unfortunately, things
get off to a bad start: when they are accosted by a beggar in the street, Jed
walks away and drags Lyn along with him. This upsets Lyn, and they argue about
just how much you can really trust other people. Jed argues that the beggar was
probably quite comfortably off and didn’t need the money, while Lyn says that
even if that were the case, she’d at least have felt better had Jed given the
man some money. With a huff, the two separate, and Jed goes back to his hotel
room… where, from his window, he looks into Room 807 and spies Nell Munro. He
decides that, what the hell, he might as well flirt with her, and so he
inadvertently gets sucked into a deadly game played between the insane Nell and
the rest of the world.
It’s through Jed that Charlotte Armstrong weaves not only an
intricate plot, but also fascinating themes through which she explores the
human condition. Jed begins the evening as the cynical man-of-the-world,
scoffing at Lyn’s naiveté, but he himself is lured into a trap. He soon
realizes that Nell is insane and must figure out a way of escaping her clutches
without exposing little Bunny to the dangers of being left alone with this
madwoman. But nothing quite works out, and everything slowly leads to a tense
climax, where miscommunications, misunderstandings, and delays all add up to
create a memorable conclusion to the novel. As much as I’d like to say more
(both on the plot and the thematic levels), that would necessitate spoiling the
ending… so instead, I recommend reading the book for yourself.
When Mischief was
originally published, Anthony Boucher’s review for The New York Times stated that “Miss Armstrong is amazingly adroit
at fusing action with character development, and at utilizing the most
theatrical devices not only to thrill but to say something about Man and his
world.” I can think of no better way to describe Charlotte Armstrong’s talent
as a writer. Mischief is an
extraordinary achievement, a short but sweet book full of tension. It’s one of
those books that you must read for yourself to fully appreciate it. I, for one,
highly recommend it, and can only scratch my head in amazement that Charlotte
Armstrong could have fallen into obscurity.
Note: This book
was made into a film, Don’t Bother to
Knock, starring none other than Marilyn Monroe as Nell! I have not seen the
movie but am interested in the idea. Monroe never entered my mind as a possible
actress to portray Nell, but the idea of her playing an insane babysitter is
too delightful for words. I might review the film here in the future.
I have this one in 'The Charlotte Armstrong Treasury.' In the preface, Alice Cromie wrote:"'Mischief', in 1950, which began as a play, aptly titled 'Little Nell', and became a movie starring Marilyn Monroe, 'Don't Bother to Knock', must have improved the quality of baby-sitters, if not hotel detection or easy romancers, giving parents pause to think before they selected."
ReplyDeleteAlice concluded her preface with this: 'Once, poking at this keyboard, trying to strike the perfect note to describe her latest novel, I had to settle for: "Charlotte Armstrong is a lady who has already used up all the superlatives in this typewriter, but evokes them all again."'
I am pleased that The Mysterious Press has seen fit to reissue Armstrong's works. I found a nice copy of 'The Gift Shop' at a library sale for 50 cents. But many of her titles don't even show up in used bookstores!
I find her books in used bookstores all the time, Jim. You need to come to Chicago.
ReplyDeleteI think I need to come to Chicago as well to see such a treasure trove for myself!
DeleteA trip to Chicago might fit in with my summer schedule... there's something about trolling some dusty old shelves for the next big find, which a hunt online simply can't provide.
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