La belle dame sans merci hath thee in thrall.
If the people in her mysteries are anything to go by, Margot Bennett had a poor opinion of the human race. OK, some days I agree with her, but it's hard to get interested in a book without giving a damn what happens to any of the characters.
She certainly believed in powerful, evil women and weak, impotent men. In "The Widow of Bath" (published in 1952) Lucy Bath has all the men she meets under her spell, with the exception of her husband, who's got her number. That's why she wants him dead.
In "The Man Who Didn't Fly" (1955) it's not a woman, but charming, worthless Harry Walters who has two otherwise sensible women unable to resist him. Probably there are others, but they didn't get into the book.
This book appeared in 1958 and goes back to the more traditional female temptress. Sarah Lampson is an ambitious beauty born into poverty who's determined to use her looks to move uptown. Nancy Graham (also a poor girl) is her side-kick and one-time roommate. Nancy is perfect casting for the friend of the beautiful girl, not so ugly that she attracts attention, but plain enough not to be any competition. Nancy is also capable of being fierce and sometimes a woman needs a fierce friend.
Nancy is a free-lance writer and barely surviving. Sarah has gone up the ranks in the magazine she works for, but a career isn't her goal. She wants a marriage that will move her into the moneyed class. She's on the brink of success when the anonymous letters start. The letter-writer threatens her with death, but even more dangerous is the monkey-wrench he might throw into her engagement to a wealthy businessman.
It's someone from Sarah's past. Specifically, it's a man she's been involved with and dumped to move up the food chain. Seeing Nancy at a restaurant, she begs for her help in finding the letter-writer and sends her the latest letter. Notice the casual way Sarah assumes everyone (male or female) will drop everything to help her. That powerful confidence is the key to her success.
Nancy knows four men who were crushed when Sarah dumped them. Peter is from her old neighborhood. Uneducated and with no family, he keeps turning to petty crime in hope of keeping Sarah satisfied. Oddly, she feels some loyalty to him. When he gets out of prison, she goes to him. But she knows Peter will never provide what she wants and she makes it plain to him.
Lawrence is a poet. He gives the girls the education in the arts and literature they would have gotten in a private school if they'd been born into wealthier families. Nancy is curious about everything and Sarah knows she needs to appear well-educated to attract the kind of man she wants. So Lawrence, too, is used and thrown aside.
Michael is an actor who's rising in his career. He was Nancy's friend first, but that didn't stop Sarah from co-opting and marrying him. For a while, it seems Sarah has found what she's looking for, but Michael is too self-absorbed to give her the adulation she craves. Eventually, they divorce.
Then she takes up with Donald, a weak man from an upper-middle-class family. He's not rich, but he has the upper-class polish Sarah hopes will rub off on her. And so Donald serves his time with Sarah, who takes what she needs from him and then moves on.
One of them killed her. Nancy's in love with Donald and he's one of the suspects. So she tries to draw attention from him and ends up being a suspect herself. Typical of Bennett's heros and heroines, she does everything possible wrong. She's smart, but emotionally weak. She stands up to police interrogation, but when Michael grills her for information, he gets it. Then, like a character in a cheesy romance novel, she storms "I'll never speak to you again!" if he passes the info along to the police. Like he believes that or cares if he did.
It's beautifully well written and one of the silliest, most irritating books I've ever read. All of the characters are losers. We never learn anything about Sarah's new man (except he's loaded with money) but if he isn't insane or terminally weak or an alcoholic, it's a first for Sarah. She never sees past what a man can give her to what kind of trouble he'll cause her.
The ending is offensive, even for 1958 when domestic violence was the norm and women were expected to ENJOY being doormats. Given the quality of the writing, I can stretch a point and see why a committee of male writers would award it the British Crime Writer's Silver Dagger. Probably it mirrored their experiences with women and their attitudes toward females.
That Martin Edwards considers it an appropriate selection for the British Library Crime Classics is bizarre. Normally, I have a great tolerance for out-dated attitudes. If that was the norm, then it was. A good book shouldn't be discounted because it reflects the times it was written in.
While appreciating the fine writing, I still think it's a fourteen-carat stinker of a book. "The Man Who Didn't Fly" is an enjoyable mystery. "The Widow of Bath" is OK. This one is awful. One woman's opinion. Take it or leave it.