Grab Instantly The Rising Of The Moon (Mrs. Bradley, #18) Conceived By Gladys Mitchell Released Through Hardcover
dont read murder mysteries or crime thrillers and Im not quite sure how The Rising of the Moon came to be in my possession, Anyway, it was quite fun to read thistale of two young brothers trying to solve a series of gruesome murders women with their throats slit, taking place in their country town.
I probably would have loved this book at age thirteen when I was devouring every Agatha Christie under the sun and trying to write my own whodunnits, Now, I found it too wordy and farfetched, although I guess you're supposed to suspend disbelief with this sort of book and just go along for the bloody ride, I did, however, like the close relationship between the two brothers, The Rising of the Moon is the most poignant of all of sitelinkGladys Mitchell's novels, Narrated by a gentle and perceptiveyearold orphan, the novel conjures up both the carefree atmosphere that always penetrates a school holiday and the awkwardness of living as a poor relation.
The novel's subtle and fair portrayals of all the characters their strengths and their fecklessnesses makes this the best Mrs, Bradley novel I've read yet,
Simon Innes and hisyearold brother Keith spend their days wandering and playing in their idyllic town of Brentford some time prior to World War II, The boys live with their older, irresponsible brother Jack and his beleaguered and irascible wife June, but, for all that, they lead a more or less carefree existence until a madman begins murdering young women at night during the full moons.
Romantically imagining themselves detectives, the two boys begin investigating the horrid crimes, But what they find makes them begin to suspect that their own brother Jack might be involved,
When Dame Beatrice Lestrange Bradley, psychiatrist to the Home Office and sleuth, arrives on the scene a little over a third of the way through the book, she partners with the Innes brothers to unmask a serial killer.
Usually, delaying the detective's arrival weakens a mystery novel sitelinkNgaio Marsh's sitelinkOverture To Death comes to mind but not in this case!
The Rising of the Moon paints a nuanced portrait of the Innes household.
One can taste the longing of the Innes boys for a time when their parents still provided a more normalized life for them and before they had to shift with one selfabsorbed guardian and one sometimes resentful one.
One feels the pangs of young, unrequitable love through Simon's idolization of Christina, the kindhearted, pretty young woman who lodges at the Innes household, One cringes as Jack tactlessly evokes jealousy in his wife, showing chivalrous kindnesses toward Christina that it never occurs to him to extend to June, One even feels for June, trapped in a marriage with a man who refuses to grow up and forced by circumstance to play mother to two boys in addition to her ownyearold.
One admires the cleverness that Simon and Keith display, first in trying to assist the police and then in trying to foil them and protect Jack, The novel's suspenseful ending kept me reading into the wee hours, How wonderful that the novel has returned to print! But how sad that more people don't know about it!
I truly loved sitelinkThe Saltmarsh Murders, and I didn't think that Mitchell could improve on that slyly funny novel.
But The Rising of the Moon is one of the best novels I've read in any genre, I won't soon forget the Innes brothers' exciting adventure, The best Mrs. Bradley so far.
Gladys Mitchell has evolved a formula for a Mrs, Bradley mystery. Something happens somewhere and there is someone relating those events, That someone may be a relation or just a friend and eventually seeks Mrs, Bradley's help. Sometimes, as is the case here, it is a total stranger who tells the story and it is the Home Office which brings her into the case,
Simon, the older of two brothersand, tells the story, The characters, the family dynamics, the setting are all very convincingly done, So much so that you begin to wonder about Gladys Mitchell's own childhood, her own outlook at that age, The emotions here are more fully formed and deeper, to come. Gruesome murder story narrated byyear old boy
The Rising of the Moon didn't reveal Mrs, Bradley until well into the story, The main characters were two brothers, agesand, Simon, the older brother, narrates the adventure and we follow the gruesome murders through his eyes, Interesting and exciting read with well developed characters,
One of my dad's books, I first read this as a teenager, though I didn't remember that until most ways through which might even be a reason to cut it half a star,
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Simon and Keith Innes,andrespectively, live with their brother, his wife and child, and their lodger, Christina, The three males have a crush on Christina, and the wife, June, understandably resents her, During the younger boys' Easter school holiday, murders begin occurring in their small riverside English village, and Simon and Keith run all over town investigating them, They of course have the time of their lives until the trails begin to lead too close to home,
Mitchell's famous Mrs, Bradley not the same as in the PBS mysteries starring Diana Rigg appears halfway into the book, but frankly seems no more intuitive than the adolescent boys, and the tale weaves its way through some grisly scenes to an uneventful end and a too quick wrapup of loose ends.
The setting, the terrain, is never precise, I felt like a balloon that Simon and Keith tugged along behind them, The boys are always cutting down this alley, down this road, across the canal bridge here, and up the tow path to this field then back again on a totally different route there's no way I could get a feel for the lay of the land.
I'm only sitting
here, not exploring the area with them,
As you might think, it was during the grisly scenes that I recalled having read this before, Though this review is marked 'Spoiler', I won't go into details, but the same basic idea was I think used to better effect in the short story Two Bottles of Relish by Lord Dunsany.
If you can find a copy of that anywhere read it! Here in Mitchell's book the idea just doesn't seem to work, I mean whuffor Is there a real reason if so, what Like it's just thrown in for effect, For the other murders too, she IMO doesn't explain the motives, Was it for money, or was it revenge Maybe one motive fit for this murder, and another one for that but she doesn't tell me which for which, I'm left thinking that if she can't be bothered to clearly spell it out, why should I care to figure it out
So in the end, . . eh yeah /stars. This is my favourite of Gladys Mitchells Mrs Bradley books that Ive read to date, It feels very different to many of her other stories which, to be fair, can be variable in quality,
The book is narrated byyear old Simon Innes, an orphan living with his older brother and wife.
It catches the trusting, gungho risktaking spirit, youthful passions and occasional fear of teenage Innes and his wiseyear old brother perfectly, As the boys are the star, Mrs Bradley takes a bit of a backseat but certainly adds her usual colour in the usual ways, and give the story an edge.
There are several gruesome murders, and a slow build up to get you guessing, Its a clever, poignant story,
I loved this book, and its rekindled my passion for Mitchell, Two precociously smart boys take it upon themselves to solve a series of murders in their muddy, seedy, boozy riverside town, Their involvement is both crucial and almost disastrous fortunately Mrs Bradley is on hand to steer them right,
Not as strong or as mysterious as the other Mrs Bradley story Ive read Dead Mans Morris but theres lots to enjoy here, particularly in the characterisation of the boy wannabedetectives: Gladys Mitchell has an excellent handle on the overconfidence and dreadful naivety of clever children, keenly but incompletely observant of everything from vital clues to their older brothers miserable marriage.
Even so their actions after their ghastly discovery in the penultimate chapter stretch credulity as their own narration admits, I began to be assailed by doubts, . . we had no proof that theyintended to kill us, I was still in a state of suspended panic, but the fairygold logic of childhood was reasserting itself, with ultimate hope of victory, in my mind,
The Rising of the Moon has become one of my favourite Mrs, Bradley novels. I had the added novelty of reading this over the Easter period, when the series of murders begins! The story is written as a first person narrative of Master Simon Innes.
Mrs Bradley does not enter the story until part way through, which means that a lot of the detective work is carried out by Simon and Keith Innesandyears old respectively, brothers who find themselves involved in a mysterious case of serial murders in their small village.
The first murder takes place at the Circus, much to the dismay of the boys,
I think Mitchell is very good at writing tales that include children, possibly because she worked as a teacher, She has an excellent ability to understand and explain children's logic, She employs this well in the book in parts where Simon and Keith explain some of their seemingly erratic behaviour, Such as their illegal activities provoked by their loyalty to family and their need to be seen to be 'brave',
There are lots of twists in this story, which really keep you guessing, I had a suspicion of who the murderer was from early on but as the story progressed I become uncertain and assumed that it must be someone else, I was then surprised to find that the murderer was the person I first suspected after all! When the story ended I still felt that there were things that had happened that I didn't understand.
As Simon was narrating the story you only get his impressions of what has happened and therefore the things he doesn't experience or get told about must be missed out.
Despite this, I found the novel really kept my attention and was very entertaining,
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Didn't realize this was part of a series,
Two boys in a small town in England help solve a rash of murders that plague their town, I think this was one my mother picked up at a library book sale, Found it when we were clearing out our mountain cabin, Really enjoyed this tale! This started out a bit of a slog, but had me on the edge of my seat by the end, The intrepid brothers Simon and Keith are quite the young detectives, and later accompanied by Mrs, Bradley who is Miss Marpleish in her crime solving abilities, The area it takes place in was confusing to meI think the language used compounded that, The relationship with the young lady boarding with the boys, their older brother/guardian and his wife was a strange one, Overall a great mystery plot and cast of characters, Un muy interesante descubrimiento: Gladys Mitchell, Una de las grandes damas de la literatura policíaca británica de la época clásica, junto a Agatha Christie y Dorothy L, Sayers por desgracia, no goza de la misma fama que ellas en la actualidad, espero que la publicación de varias de sus obras anime a redescubrirla,
En cuanto al libro, es muy original: el narrador es un niño y cuenta como él y su hermano se ven envueltos en la investigación de una serie de crímenes que tienen lugar en un tranquilo pueblecito.
Al principio no pasa de ser un pasatiempo y una forma de escapar de la vigilancia de los adultos, pero pronto se convierte en algo mucho más serio cuando su hermano mayor es sospechoso de ser el asesino.
Una galería de personajes muy bien construidos, una improbable detective, mezcla de Miss Marple y psiquiatra y, sobre todo, una forma de narrar que atrapa y hace que se lea la novela de un tirón.
Lo mejor, las descripciones, que generalmente son tediosas y con Mitchell resultan cautivadoras, y el personaje del narrador: es muy deifícil hacer que el protagonista sea un niño y resulte creíble, sin ñoñerías o pedanterías generalmente suelen resultar niños repelentes o completamente irreales.
En este caso, el protagonista y su hermano me recuerdan mucho a los Jem y Scout de "Matar a un ruiseñor",
La única pega que le pongo a este estupendo libro es la horrible edición, plagada de erratas y faltas de ortografía atroces, Hacen que a veces estés más pendiente de cazar el fallo que de la lectura, Its unclear to me exactly what kind of book Mitchell had set out to write here: it doesnt work as juvenile adventure story, even though it follows the farfetched exploits of a couple of kids.
As a crime novel, it lacks the sort of tension required for that genre to succeed, If its supposed to be a mystery, its neither the “cozy” sort nor a compelling detective novel, Mrs. Bradley, the selfappointed detective only makes her first appearance aboutpages in, And as far as Im concerned, she wasnt worth the wait, The plot is shaky, the atmosphere vague, the dialogue offkilter, the characters uninteresting, Altogether, a deeply flawed mishmash,
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Flawed, intriguing GoldenEra style mystery, written in, which is a lot late for that Era, Author Mitchell has a mashup going here, with a boysown adventure vying for the edge against a villagecozy mystery, occasionally veering into other territory, Also a crackedjewelbox Edmund Crispin style mystery, it should be said,
A lot of stage direction, basically a continuing dollyshot, follows a pair of adolescent boys and takes us in the location is a Thameside village sometime before the era of publication, far enough from London to be its own island of drama, near enough to be vulnerable to big city evil.
Within the town, there is no end to the connections and pathways: “, . . I did not dream of crossing the lockgates and the footbridge on my return, but hurried up the slope of the road bridge and came out where the old chapel used to be, and so to the bustle of the high street, glad for the first time, I think to see street lamps as well as the moon, and to hear the noisy buses and grating trams instead of the little sounds of the flowing water.
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For some reason, and without aid of a map, the reader is guided, maneuvered, reversed and rerouted throughout the entire length of the book, The pace of the story is tight and driven enough to keep us on the trail, but really: “, . . This time the bridge was that which carried the alternative pathfor the path I had selected branched off from another at about a hundred yards from the village of boatsover the canal to a path which was not part of the towing path but had been made for the convenience, I suppose, of the men who used the small dock at the mouth of our river.
The bridge was narrow and high, A stone ramp led steeply up to it, and on the other side of this ramp there was a handrail which was continued up to and over the bridge, . . ”
Luchino Visconti directed a film called 'Le Notti Bianche' that visually presented this kind of milieu, and benefitted from the sleepwalking 'maze' quality in alleys, mews, canals, bridges, lockgates, etc almost entirely by moonlight.
But the bookish version of same doesn't really pull it off, Any dedicated mystery reader, myself included, would probably have been game to give this a chance with a map on the flyleaf, but as it is.
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Mitchell is good at the scene change, hastening the next act and deftly placing the hinges where the reader doesn't notice, She's not so good at Orientation, and substitutes a game of Chutes amp Ladders where she might have been better off with a simpler locale, Or a map. Did I say map
Alongside the merry chase up and down the bridges, we have something here in the best tradition of the 'Cozy' where eccentricity, and the harmlessness of Quirk turn sharply to terror, on the turn of a page.
As we get to the end of the convoluted wandering of the boys and the climax draws close, there is a kind of sicklysweet quality of Ruin and Rot, just below the placid surface of things.
The scene where a man's head is found under the cover of a kettle boiling on a deserted hearth and is identified by the one, black tooth, . takes us right into a Grimm's tale in an enchanted wood,
As much of the story also takes place in an Antique Shop, we also get the ephemera and flotsam washed onto the shore of the Edwardianera empire, although not developed into an active element.
For us, damascened sabers and Indian Goddesses, Japanese lacquers and daggers in velvet scabbards are the indicators of distant misadventures not so in the author's day, It's been sketched in conscientiously, though,
In the end, it's a worthwhile if confounding ride, for a short mystery, The author's idea to stack and cascade her scenery as she does her clues looks less like the Escher graphic it might have seemed in the original conception, But there are moments enough of original English Mystery strangeness to make it a rewarding read, Take a compass.
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