I stumbled on this 2020 edition of a 1935 novel at the Poisoned Pen bookstore in Scottsdale and picked it up, having heard of Mr. Moto, the Japanese secret agent/detective, for years, and having recently seen the first movie, "Think Fast, Mr. Moto," with Peter Lorre. In this Otto Penzler edition, the introduction by crime writer Lawrence Block repeats the apparently-common wisdom that respected author John P. Marquand was asked by The Saturday Evening Post to come up with a new "Oriental detective" after the death of Charlie Chan's creator, Earl D. Biggers. So I was frankly expecting a whodunit. "Your Turn, Mr. Moto" is nothing of the sort, though. It's essentially a "get the thing before someone else gets the thing" adventure, set in Japan and China, and one of the amazing aspects of the book is how familiar the beats are. Down on his luck hero meets mysterious woman who may or may not be up to no good...dead body in the hero's room...hairsbreadth escape out the porthole of a ship...gunshot's just a flesh wound in the arm, nothing to worry about...interview with polite but supremely powerful criminal who wants the thing...hairsbreadth escape from a free-for-all in a nightclub...the fate of nations hanging in the balance because of the thing but then there's a twist because the story has to end without the real world being changed...you've seen so many of these so many times, but in 1935 they'd probably only appeared a hundred times, rather than a hundred thousand. And none of this happens to Mr. Moto--he's not the hero; he's a Japanese spymaster politely manipulating the hero, a really unattractive American aviator who is gradually pulled into some semblance of decency. Marquand called his book "No Hero," and it's a good one. I have no idea what The Saturday Evening Post thought. (But they must have liked it, since Marquand wrote several sequels very quickly, all with "...Mr. Moto" in the title, and the movie series--with Moto as more of a highly-dangerous international agent solving crimes--got going quickly.)
What does raise the book into the realm of of real interest is the reportage. This is a 1935 novel ABOUT many aspects of 1935, from a first-hand perspective. Marquand notes, with real wonder and excitement, how cities like "Tokio" and Shanghai are becoming Westernized, with enormous skyscrapers. In the nightclub scene, a Chinese singer does a bad but sincere imitation of "negro" singing, and a detail like that, too specific to have been invented, is a snapshot of the past. It's quite clear from the book that the possibility of war between the US and Japan was a very real possibility in 1935--six years before Pearl Harbor--and Marquand's hero notes that, modern as "Tokio" is becoming, that so much of it is wooden houses that would go up in flames in a bombing raid. Which is exactly what would happen less than a decade later. Marquand is, though, surprisingly easy on prewar Japan. The book was written two years before the "Rape of Nanking," but Japan had already, in 1931, carved out an illegal area of Manchuria for itself, calling it "Manchuokuo." Marquand's hero figures, Japan feels threatened from many sides, its population is too large to be confined to its tiny islands, and, hey, Russia owned Manchuria a generation earlier, so why should America -- being run by "communistic" New Dealers -- be so hypocritically condemnatory? I found myself pushing through all that until the plot started. By the way, in terms of plot--I don't believe the one murder is ever actually solved. Oh, and while looking for the thing, Mr. Moto supervises a full body cavity search of the hero which must have been really shocking in 1935 and might have inspired Ian Fleming to ratchet things up many degrees with a wicker chair and a carpet beater in "Casino Royale." Now, I want to read the sequel...to see if Mr. Moto actually solves a crime.