What many of my generation remember learning about the first World War could be summed up as –
1.
The assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand helped to touch it off.
2.
It occurred, roughly, during 1914 to 1918 3. Snoopy was a World War 1 flying ace who flew a Sopwith Camel biplane.
Okay,
I didn’t know it was a Sopwith Camel until I looked it up.
I
find myself of two minds about the Maisie Dobbs series. There are many things to enjoy, but there are
aspects that bothered me. I would be
reading along and suddenly something would happen that would throw me out of
the story in consternation.
Let’s
start with the historical context which is, I think, the strongest part of this
book.
Winspear’s
paternal grandfather came back from WWI shell shocked, which might be referred
to as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder today, and with serious leg wounds. She said in one interview that he was
removing shrapnel from his legs for the rest of his life. His lungs were also damaged by gas. Her maternal grandmother was a munitions
worker in an arsenal, where she was partially blinded in an explosion that
killed several of the girls she worked with.
This
is a topic which Winspear is deeply attached to and her writing
shares her fascination with us. It has
led her to write 9 novels with the 10th on the way in March of this year.
Now,
who is Maisie Dobbs? Maisie is, in some
ways, an orphan because she lost her mother at a young age and then her father sent
her into service, admittedly for her own good.
She is highly intelligent and even attended Girton College
(Cambridge) though women were not allowed
to actually receive degrees at that time.
She is a former nurse, during WWI.
She is a private inquiry agent and a psychologist. She is also a bit psychic, which some people
may be able to enjoy but it really bothered me when it cropped up.
The
first novel, Maisie Dobbs, takes us along as Maisie opens her own office for
the first time, and she meets Billy Beale, a handyman who ends up helping her
with her office and eventually cases. He
remembers her as the nurse at the casualty clearing station in France during
the war 12 years before, who helped calm him while the doctor saved his leg and
his gratitude is heartfelt. As he
continually tells her, “You need anything done, Miss, Billy Beale’s your man.”
I
have read the complaint that at times, it seems as if there is too much detail
in the accounts, every movement and every bit of clothing described. I have felt that way myself, but as we see,
that is the way Maisie was trained by her mentor, Maurice Blanche, to
investigate.
“During
her apprenticeship with him, he had been insistent that nothing was to be left
to memory, no stone to remain unturned, and no small observation
uncataloged. Everything, absolutely
everything, right down to the color of the shoes the subject wore on the day in
question, must be noted. The weather
must be described, the direction of the wind, the flowers in bloom, the food
eaten. Everything must be described and
preserved.”
Maisie’s
first case independent of her mentor and former employer, Maurice Blanche,
arrives in the form of Christopher Davenham.
Davenham is concerned that his wife is having an affair.
Maisie
agrees to look into the situation, on the provision that when she presents her
findings, they will discuss it. She
feels a responsibility for what the ramifications of any information she
uncovers will have on the couple. It is
here we must remember that Maisie is not only a private enquiry agent, but also
a psychologist.
Maisie
sets out to follow the young wife, Celia.
“Maisie
copied the woman’s posture as she walked, and immediately felt her stomach
clutch and a shiver go through her. Then
sadness descended, like a dark veil across her eyes. Maisie knew that Celia Davenham was weeping
as she walked, and that in her sadness she was searching for strength.”
I
confess, this is a bit much for me. I
think that there is a lot to be said for observing someone’s posture, and even
copying it might help a detective think about what state of mind or body would
put someone in that posture, but this takes it a step beyond empathy or
intuition, to have her “stomach clutch and a shiver” run through her.
You
can hold a belief, you may even be correct, but the only way to know what a
person is thinking and feeling is to ask them and then trust that they are
telling you the truth and that they know their own mind. Anything else is conjecture. Just once I’d like Maisie to find out she’s
wrong. But of course, Maisie is nearly
always right.
Maisie
follows Celia to a cemetery in the town of Nether Green, where she places
flowers and weeps over a grave with asingle name, Vincent, engraved on the headstone.
As
Maisie learns more about Vincent and how he died, she pursues her own interest
in his death. Coincidentally, it seems
James, the son of Lady Rowan and Lord Compton, is thinking about moving to The
Retreat.
The
book now shifts back in time to the Spring of 1910 and moves forward from there
for 135 of the 295 pages of the book. It's rather unusual but, to my mind, the
best part of the book. She covers a
great deal of time in those pages, ending in the Spring of 1917.
We
are given a full look at Maisie's service ala the PBS series Upstairs
Downstairs.
Maisie
gets to visit her father on Sundays, her day off. On Wednesday's she is sent to
the public library to get books for the cook and butler, as well as herself,
but Maisie becomes fascinated by the books in the library at the house.
Fortunately,
or unfortunately, Lady Rowan catches Maisie in the library reading early one
morning after a late party. Maisie fears she is going to lose her job but Lady
Rowan has other ideas.
Lady
Rowan proposes to have Maurice Blanche tutor Maisie (though much of her
studying will have to be self-directed, as she already has been.)
Eventually,
Maisie is off to college and getting settled in her rooms when we are
introduced to one of my favorite characters, who will become a friend of
Maisie’s for years to come (throughout the series.)
“Suddenly
the loud crash of a door swinging back on its hinges, followed by the double
thump of two large leather suitcases landing one after the other on the floor
of the room next door, heralded the arrival of her neighbor. Amplified by the empty corridor, she heard a
deep sigh followed by the sound of a foot kicking one of the cases… Maisie
heard footsteps coming toward her room.
A fashionably dressed girl with dark chestnut hair stood in front of
her, and held out her finely manicured hand.
“Priscilla Evernden. Delighted to
meet you – Maisie Dobss, isn’t it?
Wouldn’t happen to have a cigarette, would you?”
Priscilla
eventually takes off to drive an ambulance in the war effort and Maisie decides
to enlist for nursing service.
She
is quickly sent to France and her experiences in training, travel, her post in
a clearing station for wounded, and being courted by a doctor are all depicted
sensitively and painfully at times.
Then
we are back in 1929, and to the mystery, delving right in with an explanation
of how James is suffering from his war wounds and considering moving to The
Retreat.
It’s
a bit of a long out take and while very enjoyable, has completely departed from
the flow of inquiry in a mystery. It’s
like we’ve had a book within a book.
Frankly, the stronger of the two books for me.
I
will say that the ending works for some but not for others. Suffice it to say, it involves singing.
Maisie
does bother me as a character a bit. The
character was created as a little too nice, a little too earnest – her only
flaws come from her trying too hard and being too good. I think this does get better in subsequent books but I have the feeling the author had trouble letting her character falter.
Is
this a novel or a mystery? If it is a
mystery series, are they cozy or detective fiction? What is the difference?
I
would say the first book is more a novel than a mystery. Subsequent books provide the reader with a
more strongly plotted mystery.
You
would think these books would be detective fiction since the main protagonist is a
private investigator but the clues are not all laid out for the reader. There are too many leaps in the process that
are put down to Maisie doing things in the background that the reader isn’t
privy to or letting her make leaps in deduction based on information she
learned in her past that we don’t have.
Simply too many coincidences and intuitions. It falls much better into the “cozy”
category, which generally means minimal references to sex, violence, foul language, drug
usage, etc.
In
summary, the Upstairs Downstairs type atmosphere is interesting and the author
is at her best when writing eloquently about what people suffered during and
because of “The Great War.”
The
mystery does get stronger in subsequent books, but it’s never the strongest
part of the book.
Read
Maisie Dobbs for the history, the relationships and the light, cozy mystery.