Bookends: The Case of the Sulky Girl (1933)/The Case of the Postponed Murder (1973)
Books published 1920-59: 97
The Case for the Crown
Diversity: Yes, you read that correctly: by my count (and I’ve cross-checked a couple of times just in case) Erle Stanley Gardner published ninety-seven books in the space of 39 years, and that’s not including short story collections and without considering the individual stories themselves – somewhere in the realm of 200 of them (Wikipedia informs me that Gardner set himself a target of 1.2 million words a year – 100,000 a month, approximately the total word-count of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – while writing short fiction for the pulps, many of them under pseudonyms). With that much output comes one of two things: the same story, worn infinitely thin and threadbare through retelling, or a range of styles, approaches, forms, characters, and ideas that tell of an imagination on fire, quenched only by its own overflowing.
Inevitably it will only be possible to have sampled a small proportion of that, but what I’ve seen of Gardner covers a truly spellbinding range: obviously his Perry Mason legal thrillers – which, while often unsteadily constructed and rather episodic in their nature (at leat to my experience), show a propensity to link together some startingly-realised ideas with supremely vivid writing – but also his Doug Selby “The DA [does something]” novels – the three I’ve read are head-spinning in their complexity (and, at times, their frank unlikeliness…) and showcase some excellent technical writing – which, despite sharing the same DNA, exist in a separate realm of plotting, construction and development. He also, as A.A. Fair, wrote noirish novels about private eyes Bertha Cool and Donald Lam, one of which – I’m pretty sure it was Bats Fly at Dusk (1942) – was the first Gardner I ever read, without even realising it was a Gardner (it is, unfortunately, now lost to various house moves).
Additionally, though often without Gardner’s explicit involvement, the character Perry Mason was adapted to TV, movies, comic books and radio, ensuring the broadest range of media for any single King. That there was such scope for this author’s work speaks volumes, I’d argue, for the clarity of the idea at its core; he could be taken into almost any area and preserved by dint of the essence of what he represented, and that’s no small feat (just witness the recent Tommy and Tuppence adaptation the BBC fouled up, and it’s not like they were especially complex characters…).
Growth: I’ve read around 25 Gardner novels, and what particularly strikes me about his novels is the hooks that latch into you in the opening chapters – an actress hired for a job she has doubts about, say, or a man curious about the behaviour of his wife. From this was then spun a sometimes spurious but nevertheless hugely entertaining narrative where the entire system you came to depend on in a crime novel was up for grabs. It was only after reading ten or of Gardner’s increasingly-frenetic plots that I learned of his proclivity for plot wheels as used by Edgar Wallace: forget Raymond Chandler’s “When in doubt, have a man come through the door with a gun in his hand”, this was a wheel of fortune of plotting from which was spun your next device or incident (examples can be found here).
Now, it’s very much a matter of opinion, but while this in no way improved Gardner’s plotting, which was played as something of a short game, I’m very much of the school that feels it helped his writing no end. While resorting to such measures should probably be disdained, what happened was that Gardner side-stepped the conventions of formula time and again; never given an opportunity to rest on the laurels of a structure that had serves him well in the past, he wrote for his life to negotiate the next twist – possibly as unexpected for him as it was for us, if you want to get all meta about it. So here’s how I think Erle Stanley Gardner grew the genre: he showed, time and again, how to tell a story in vital, economic, and thrilling prose. He made it impossible to claim that quantity of output lessens quality of expression (arguably the latter excels the former in several cases), and raised whatever bar-metaphor you like for acceptable written standards in the genre. If even 1% of the authors working today could write – never mind plotting, just simple one word and then the next word writing – as well as Gardner, we would be spoiled with a richness of prose that would be barely comprehensible for its origin.
Of course, he also extended what was permissible in crime novel protagonists. I have no proof of this, so please correct me if I’m wrong, but it’s my distinct impression that Bertha Lam was the first female PI in fiction (I’m aware Andrew Forrester’s The Female Detective has been reissued by the British Library Crime Classics series, but she was rather more of an amateur, wasn’t she?). Don’t forget that An Unsuitable Job for a Woman by P.D. James was seen as a fairly big deal upon publication in 1972, and Gardner definitely beat that to the punch. Additionally, the one Gramps Wiggins book I’ve read, The Case of the Smoking Chimney, is perhaps the only Elderly Spinster Detective novel wherein the Elderly Spinster is actually an Elderly Bachelor (though again the British Library have brought J. Jefferson Farjeon’s tramp protagonist Ben to my attention, but again I’ve not read any of those books).
And, of course, it’s hard not to credit Gardner with the unscrupulous lawyer archetype, be he a devilish trickster or a charming rogue. But you know all about that, I’m sure, and I’m going on, so let’s skip ahead.
Durability: For someone of Gardner’s undoubted productivity, it should be easy to trace the ripples of his splash in our crime writing pool (hmmm, stretched metaphor much?). You can draw a direct line from Bertha Lam to Dennis Lehane’s Angie Gennaro, Sue Grafton’s Kinsey Milhone, Sara Paretsky’s V.I., Warshawski, but does that mean those stories have endured? If you say “Perry Mason” these days, people probably think of that sub-burlesque-music theme song and Raymond Burr rather than the man who created the character, and asked to name a novel most people will draw a blank look (and, dear crikey, there are enough titles to choose from). But then, the character in whatever form has entered the public consciousness, which is more than can be said about last week’s king Anthony Berkeley. For me there are two key aspect beyond merely his novels, though.
The first is, as I’ve said above, the sheer quality of his writing and the ways this impacted on the genre. I see shades of Gardner in Carr, in Queen, in Berkeley, in Stout (who he just edged out for this fourth throne), and I feel him in my perfectly valid expectation of enjoyable prose and a high standard of writing every time I pick up a novel. Writing cheaply and cheap writing are very different things, and Gardner showed how this was possible. The second, and this is perhaps a little out of my remit, is the thousands and thousands of hours he poured into The Court of Last Resort – an enterprise he set up with other legal and medical experts to review potentially unsafe convictions and challenge attitudes, evidence or slapdashery where they may have been invoked incorrectly to jail innocent people. Not only is this a staggeringly selfless and wonderful endeavour that speaks of the kind of soul-enhancing service for humanity that so many more us should be capable of, it has also provided the basis of many a crime novel in the decades that have followed, and but for Gardner we may never have believed such a thing possible.