How Josephine Tey Led Me into a Life of Crime

For the 2003 Edgar awards program book.


I have a confession to make.

The first two books I ever checked out of the Seldovia Public Library were The Hidden Staircase and The Clue in the Old Stagecoach. Yes, I loved them, and yes, they returned me hotfoot to the library, where, yes, I went through the rest of the Nancy Drews on the shelf in about a month.

But after that? I didn’t read mysteries much. My mother loved them, especially those of British authors, including Ngaio Marsh, Dorothy L. Sayers, and Agatha Christie. Perhaps, in the perverse way of children, because she did, I didn’t. She didn’t give up, though. It took her twenty-one years of patient persistence to get me to read Josephine Tey’s The Daughter of Time.

The Daughter of Time

It was a revelation. To this day, The Daughter of Time remains the finest crime novel I have ever read, and one of the finest novels of any kind. In it, a policeman is confined to a hospital bed, literally unable to sit upright, and from that bed he solves a double homicide committed four hundred years before. The crime scene is sixteen generations out of date, there is no surviving forensic evidence, and the chroniclers of the time only prospered through patronage, which could and did influence their reporting.

And yet, Tey’s hero prevails, and this in spite of the fact that he spends the entire first paragraph staring at the ceiling. Yes, really, and in this era of kiss kiss bang bang yet another reason to marvel at the craft of this novel.

The plot is above reproach, perfectly paced and sustaining of tension throughout, an extraordinary accomplishment when you realize that the facts of the case have been known for over four centuries. Tey takes the murder of the Princes in the Tower as her text, and in a completely convincing exercise of revisionist history exonerates Richard III, the man history has judged guilty of the crime.

The characterization is phenomenal, from that intelligent, charming protagonist, Inspector Alan Grant of Scotland Yard, to the much-maligned Richard III himself. The cast of secondary characters is equally appealing. There is elegant actress Marta Hallard with “her best lower-register Electra voice;” Marta’s “woolly lamb” Brent Carradine who “said goodnight in a quiet smothered way, and ambled out of the room followed by the sweeping skirts of his topcoat;” Sergeant Williams, “large and pink and scrubbed-looking.” How can you not want to read more about Mrs. Tinker, whose “homely face appeared in the aperture surmounted by her still more homely and historic hat?”

And then there are the dead-on and frequently devastating sidelights that have nothing to do with plot and everything to do with condition and culture, as in Marta’s report of her fellow actor’s “disappearance” from a play in the middle of its performance, a hilarious window on another world. Or how about this description of the pile of books Grant’s friends have brought him in hospital:

…the public talked about ‘a new Silas Weekly’ or ‘a new
Lavinia Fitch’ exactly as they talked about ‘a new brick’
or ‘a new hairbrush.’…Their interest was not in the book
but in its newness. They knew quite well what the book
would be like.

Ouch. After that, I won’t even mention Tey’s character assassinations of Mary, Queen of Scots and Sir Thomas More.

Reading The Daughter of Time was my epiphany. In that moment, I realized you could do anything in detective fiction, so long as a) there was a mystery, and b) by the end of the book that mystery was solved.

I launched an extensive remedial reading in the genre, working up from Nancy, Frank and Joe to Travis, Kinsey, and Cadfael. I learned that most detectives were loners, with barely a working relationship between them. I learned that a lot of them weren’t professional police officers or even licensed private investigators, but Flavian imperial agents and archaeologists and jockeys and salvage consultants and monks. I learned that most of these were cordially disliked by their official counterparts on the local police force, but not all. I learned that despite their frequently cynical and world-weary surface they shared a rock bottom resolution to fight for the right.

You read that many detective novels and you develop an itch to write your own. The Daughter of Time started me down the road that led to Kate Shugak and Liam Campbell, and I will be forever grateful to Josephine Tey for the nudge.

Pardon? Oh. You wanted to know whodunit.

Think Tudor, not York.

Josephine Tey

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Dana’s Salmon Bouillabaisse

[from the vaults, March 23, 2011]

It’s that time of year when Alaskans start cleaning out their freezers of last year’s salmon so as to make room for this year’s. Here’s a sort-of bouillabaisse made with half a filet of silver salmon out of the Kenai River, caught by Becky, also my deer liver provider last year. Love Becky.

Put a frying pan over medium high heat, and fry some chopped bacon in a little olive oil until it is crisp.

Add some chopped onion, chopped celery and chopped carrot. Saute for three minutes.

Add a chopped tomato, a diced potato, a chipotle chile, and about a tablespoon of tomato paste. I had a little broth left over from boiling a pork rib a couple of days ago so I added that, plus a glug of wine, plus enough water to cover. Cover, bring to a boil, reduce to a simmer, and cook for twenty minutes.

Put a heaping tablespoon of mayonnaise in a small mixing bowl. Whisk in a clove of squished garlic, a couple of healthy shakes of red pepper, and some chili powder. Go ahead, be brave, make it really spicy.

Remove cover and add skinned, cubed, deboned salmon filet. Cover, turn off the heat, and let sit for no more than two minutes. Remember the curse!

Use a slotted spoon to dip out solid ingredients and pour broth over last. Garnish with the spiced mayo and eat at once.

Cook’s tip:
*I would have made garlic croutons if I’d had any bread.

Cook’s caveat:
*The recipe below calls for red wine. I had white. I used it.

Cook’s homage:
This meal was begun by reading the recipe for “Bobbie’s Bouillabaisse” on pages 382-3 of The New Basics Cookbook.

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