[Note: Although I read the first title in this edition, I have saved the second to read when I get to that title in the order in which they were published.]
Part of my goals over the last year and a half is occasionally working a classic Nero Wolfe mystery from Rex Stout into my rotation. The goal is to read them in order and Too Many Cooks is supposed to be the fifth in the series. Unfortunately, the only copy I could find was a double-edition with Champagne for One. I say, unfortunately, because the latter is the thirtieth in the series as far as I can tell. So, I’ll have to wait till later to finish this volume.
Meanwhile, Too Many Cooks establishes a perfect setting for Nero Wolfe, idiosyncratic and self-indulgent gourmand/detective. Told, as usual, through the narrative of assistant Archie Goodwin, Too Many Cooks begins with an improbable (for Wolfe, at least) train trip to a luxury resort where 10 of 15 “masters” [equivalent to Michelin’s top-rated chefs] are vying for bragging rights among their peers. The eventual mystery is foreshadowed by having nearly all of the attendees believing that the [Hey! It’s so obvious that this isn’t even a spoiler.] victim has stolen from them in some way, from recipes to wives and daughters.
What wasn’t as enjoyable for me was Archie’s deliberately boorish sense of humor in attempting to confuse people with obvious misinformation. It is one thing to exaggerate with an intent to let people in ,on the joke, but simply to obfuscate and prevaricate (Wolfe would appreciate my diction there) with no motivation, no goal? It seems unnecessarily cruel and useless. In this “episode,” it wasn’t even amusing.
Don’t get me wrong, though. There are interesting bits of dialogue in between Wolfe’s recalcitrance to do anything reasonable and Archie’s boorishness. For example, I loved it when a potential suspect said that he wasn’t even glad that the victim was dead. In the best line I’ve read/heard since “Revenge is a dish best served cold,” the character said that “…death doth not heal, it amputates.” (p. 55) At another point, I smiled because of Wolfe’s predilection for not voluntarily moving very far from his chair. He surprises Archie with a willingness to not only move, but move early, saying: “What the tongue has promised the body must submit to.” (p. 79) Although he is deliberately enigmatic himself, Archie gets frustrated with Wolfe’s mysterious ways, complaining: “…once again I had to follow his tail light [sic] without knowing the road.” (pp. 81-82)
Now, part of the beauty of reading a book written in a given era is that one learns more about that era. Though born in a later decade, I seem to very much enjoy books, films, and music from the ‘30s and ‘40s. Too Many Cooks, originally published in 1938, should fit that bill. Sadly, some of the books from that era reveal something I would rather not have seen. The racial discrimination is evident when a U.S.-born Chinese woman says that the police wouldn’t listen to her because she was Chinese (p. 87). It is also prevalent on p. 21 when the security guard for the resort refers to African Americans by the familiar “n-“ epithet (and on p. 94 when Archie demeans the kitchen staff as “blackbirds,” as well as on p. 123 when the sheriff returns to the familiar denigration Fortunately, Wolfe treats them with respect on p. 102 when he states that many of them are more American than he is. Still, by that time, the hard lesson about U.S. attitudes has been re-learned. I certainly knew it, having seen segregated rest rooms and drinking fountains in the South of my youth, but Archie isn’t from the South. Still, Archie uses the derogative “pickaninnies” on p. 107. I would criticize the publisher if they bowdlerized the text of this novel for modern sensibilities, but the usage in this novel among such sophisticates cut me to the quick (and that’s probably as it should be).
As for the mystery itself, I can’t say why without creating a spoiler, but I was both right and wrong about the motivation for the murder and the person or persons carrying it out. The clues were there and, in general, the foreshadowing should have been clear enough for me to make a clean sweep of solving the mystery. As it was, I disregarded the significance of a key statement and the importance of a seeming insignificant action. So, I was very satisfied the central conundrum, just unsettled by some of the historical and sociological realism.