When is the last time you heard a writer described as a "bon vivant"? I know those killer publicity tours demanded by modern publishers would turn me into a hermit. Maybe they have that effect on the writers who must endure them to sell books.
I'd never heard of George Sims, but he was a nice guy. Although born into wealth himself, he cared about the poor at a time when such compassion was rare. The Victorian Era brought prosperity to England and life was good for the growing middle class. Not for working families, who were paid as little as possible, while their children had no educational opportunities to lift them out of povery.
Conditions in London slums were horrible and Sims wrote poems, books, and plays to bring them to the attention of more fortunate people. So did Arthur Morrison - creator of genial detective Martin Hewitt and monstrous, but fascinating Horace Dorrington. I admire these men who could so easily have looked the other way, but instead used their platforms to call attention to the needs of the less fortunate.
Sherlock Holmes wasn't the only P.I. in gas-lit London. Even women were getting into the act. Lady detective Loveday Brooke is my favorite, but Sims' Dorcas Dene is a corker. Like Holmes, Dorcas solves mysteries with her keen eye for detail. She doesn't just SEE what's in front of her, she pays attention to its meaning.
Most of the female 'tecs then were single women or widows, but Dorcas is married and her husband Paul is a fine character. Not to mention her out-spoken mother, who's never shy about voicing HER opinions. The three of them bring intelligence, creativity, and common sense to the mysteries that Dorcas solves for the detective agency that employs her.
Playwright/producer Saxon is Dr Watson, helping with the footwork and then writing up the cases. With his gift for languages and Dorcas' talent for convincing disguises, they're a formidable team. No wonder Scotland Yard's top men are impressed.
These stories were serialized in magazines in 1897 and '98 and they're LONG by modern standards. What looks like twenty stories in the table of contents is actually ten stories. Most have two chapters and a few have three. Don't worry. You'll get your ninety-nine cents worth and more.
There are tales of wronged wives and missing jewelry. One husband has been accused of murdering his wife, but his mother hires Dorcas to prove him innocent. A doting father is horrified when his daughter is almost killed. Worse, she appears to be shielding the man who attacked her. The heir to a European throne is missing. Kidnapped or out for a night on the town?
Unlike some old mysteries that deal only with rich aristocrats, Sims' characters come from a variety of backgrounds. There's that AWOL prince, but Dorcas also interrupts a much-needed vacation to help a poor widow whose beloved daughter has mysteriously disappeared.
Apparently, Sims didn't share the common English distaste for self-made men. Judkins Barraclough is a "new money" millionaire and he's a stinker. But Sir Joshua Broome turned a small business into a prosperous one and his knighthood is a political plum. Furthermore, Lady Broome is a former governess. Both are admirable and I was delighted when Dorcas was able to help them out of a sticky situation.
Great emphasis is placed on Dorcas' womanliness and delicate feelings, but she has a nice line in cynicism, too. When her friend protests that a clients is compounding a felony by covering up an old family misdeed, she shrugs. "My dear Mr Saxon, if everybody did the legal thing and the wise thing, there would be very little work left for a lady detective."
Well-said, Mrs Dene. Never bite the hand that feeds you. This is a charming book. I'm looking forward to reading Sims' "Memoirs of a Mother-in-Law." I enjoyed Dorcas' out-spoken mother and the narrator of "Memoirs" sounds very similar.