It must be me and a nationalities thing — wow, maybe I’m some sort of literary xenophobe. I’ve gotten off to a bad start with the first and second Ellery Queen books, and failed to connect with ‘Sweden’s John Dickson Carr‘, and have now been left cold by the opening salvo in Dutchman Robert van Gulik’s long-running and much-loved Ming Dynasty-set mystery series. Is my oft-vaunted love of Paul Halter and huge enjoyment various honkaku texts just a bluff? Who do I even trust any more?
Okay, let’s start with what’s good — Dee himself is a fine piece of characterisation, summed up in only a few short, decisive actions that draw him far more clearly than any 50 page biography ever could. Upon arriving in the (fictional) outpost of Lan-fang to discover his predecessor has abdicated his repsonsibilities in the face of a powerful tyrant, Dee makes short work of resetting the balance: people are thrown in jail, a clever ruse is employed to bolster the non-existent troops upon which he is able to call, and the tyrant is arrested and dragged from his citadel-cum-mansion in disgrace. It has a distinct whiff of The Continetal Op in Dashiell Hammett’s Red Harvest (1929) in how peremptory and unexpected his actions are.
In fact, the dealings with the tyrant Chien Mow contain one of my favourite flourishes of recent reading: clearly the man is guilty of a raft of abominable actions, and in sitting down to hear charges against him Dee has to determine which are genuine complaints and which are liars underhandedly attempting to profit from the situation. The nature of how this is established — without hesitation, and in a way that sends a powerful message — is smart, concise, blunt, and merciless. Don’t fuck with Judge Dee.
These are also clearly simpler, more violent times, and as Dee encounters more and more people who have been left disenfranchised by the vagaries of life, the brutality of living so far from a controlled central government and three days away from the nearest army outpost, and forced into lives as thieves and worse in order to make sense of things, van Gulik captures the sense of futility and inevitability superbly. Not only do those who are challenged — the army deserters, the robbers, the opportunistic thieves — make their case simply and without a hankering for pity, but Dee and his cohorts understand and accept these stories completely and sympathetically and then move on in ways intended to help. The opening stages, wherein these difficulties are encountered and overcome are brilliant in their brevity, and a joyous whirligig of thrust-and-parry plotting.
But, well, the reason for this brilliance is also the book’s downfall.
Guys, now is not a good time…
Van Gulik’s commitment to form is to be commended, no doubt. He has gone to great lengths to supply imbrications within a series of intertwined mysteries in the manner and style of such Chinese texts as we written at contemporary to his setting, utilising and expanding upon three existing stories from Imperial China to provide the necessary respectful footing. The precise order of translation here is enough to fill the plot of four more Matrix movies — van Gulik would have read these texts in Chinese, but wrote this in English before translating it into Chinese himself — and so while how ‘genuine’ a translation this is comes into doubt (possibly only for me, I tend to think about these things far too much), this reads to my uneducated eye very much like something that has been translated from fourteenth century Chinese manuscripts.
And, dude, that style of writing is hard to read for a long time. If you’ve read Ye Olde Book of Locked Room Conundrums (and, hey, it’s still available for free and always will be), the opening story of that — ‘Rhampsinitus and the Thief’ by Herodotus, from around 440 BC — is very much the style employed here. He went here. And his men came with him. They were surprised. There was a big fight, and many people died. Then they left, and everyone knew how tough he was. That was clever. Yeesh, is the whole book written like this? It would appear so. Let us have a meal, the room has been cleaned in your absence. I agree with what you have said, let us speak no more of this.
It’s wonderfully evocative, but there’s no atmosphere, no real sense of anything that matters, or of peril or risk — all the emotion is (historically accurately, I’m sure) buried so deep down that it’s almost like a phenomenally lucky game of Scattegories, but one where no-one knew how to be funny. Now imagine playing that for 350 pages, always going on to the next one in the firm belief that something entertaining will result at some point…feeling the laughter getting more and more strained, and watching as the eyes of the players begin to slowly glaze over as they realise how empty they are inside. This was like that for me.
Or a lifetime of reading personality-substitute t-shirts…
But I wanted, so much, to like it. I love me some genre innovation, am a positive genre origins nerd, and appreciate the richness of the material here hugely…so where’s the fault? I’m tempted to lay it at the feet of van Gulik himself, since he feels rather uncertain in his construction, as if having imagined this anfractuous construction and then found the stories to fit was enough…and then realising he had to actually sit down and write the thing. Of course, the amateurish dancing from one point to the next could be a deliberate conceit employed to more accurately echo the style of the time…but you’d like to think that someone would have pointed out how difficult this is to read over 120,000 word were that the case.
Maybe he gets better with age, or maybe I should take on some short stories first — any suggestions? I get the whole “three threads” thing, with the three separate plots working together to form the larger whole, is a deliberate literary style, it’s much more that how it’s written simply bored me to tears. The crimes are interesting, the solutions imaginative, the way the spirit of the era and place is captured is (in theory, at least) the precise sort of thing I’m after…so help me, the internet — how do I get a happy return to Judge Dee and his minions?!
23 thoughts on “#246: On Failing to Engage with the Imperial Sherlock Holmes – The Chinese Maze Murders (1951) by Robert van Gulik”
Never did much for me either …
Thanks, Sergio, it’s nice to know I’m not alone in this — sometimes I wonder whether it’s just me missing a point which is perfectly obvious to all the sane people out there…
Oh dear! I’ve quite enjoyed Gulik’s earlier Dee mysteries but then the writing style worked for me. I loved how steeped in the times the plot is. The Chinese Bell Murders is my favourite. Loved reading it. If you want a greater sense of peril for your sleuth The Chinese Nail Murders is the one to try and has quite an emotional ending to boot. The Chinese Gold Murders was also a good one. Those would be my three suggestions if you do consider trying him again.
That’s the thing — I love the sense of era that comes from the style, but oh my days doesn’t it ever go on! I’m just not sure that this style of description is suited to anything in the long form game.
Been a while since I read one but I don’t remember them being too long winded but I understand that styles are subjective things.
Well, let’s also not forget that “long-winded” for me is probably a book that took you all of 43 minutes to read… 😀
haha if only I was that quick…
Are you in a funk ? 🙂
Ha ha, yeah, I kind of am: I’ve put down three book this week without getting more than a quarter through them, and I feel like I’m still really struggling to understand what my precise problem with them was. Hence reverting to Berrow for my next review — he’s a guaranteed good time, and will hopefully provide a bit of respite.
Sounds like you need some Carr in your life. The Burning Court or The Emperor’s Snuff Box will do.
Yeah, I’m eyeing up my unread JDCs and figuring a trip there may be necessary sometime soon; Unicorn, Arabian Nights, Reader is Warned, Snuff Box…decisions, decisions…
I don’t think I’ve read this one; I seem to recall that neither Ho-Ling nor TomCat found this to be a strong or representative entry in Van Gulik’s canon.
Hoping Berrow gives you much enjoyment!
The various intricacies of how the three plots ae overlayed do imply that van Gulik has a mind suited to this sort of thing…here’s hoping that (as with Ellery Queen!) I find an improvement as things progress. I have another couple of the Dee books, so shall definitely read further. Watch this space ;D
“Don’t fuck with Judge Dee.”
You better keep that in mind the next time you decide to engage in a blatant act of heresy against our national treasure!
Seriously, your criticism is fair enough and Van Gulik did improve with age. You have to remember that he wrote The Chinese Maze Murders on the heels of translating Celebrated Cases of Judge Dee, which obviously left its marks on his initial Judge Dee novel. But he quickly found his own voice in subsequent books.
The Chinese Gold Murders is a good example of Van Gulik finding his footing (although not everyone agrees), which has a creepily somber atmosphere and a clever locked room poisoning a la Paul Doherty. The Red Pavilion has a whole slew of impossible deaths in the same room, but all with different explanations. Something that’s really clever, if you ask me. As far as I remember them, you might also like The Chinese Nail Murders and The Chinese Lake Murders.
On a side note, Stories from a Ming Collection contains a wonderful Chinese crime story from the 1600s, “The Canary Murders,” which reads like a plot-outline for a Judge Dee story. A story of historical interest for genre-scholars and historians.
Okay, cool, so long as I’m not missing something unutterably perfect here I shall persevere. I believe The Chinese Bell Murders is next, and I own that, so I’l crack on. You’ve got me very excited with the idea behind The Red Pavilion, too, so I’ll be sure to track that down if all goes well.
I am also pleased to hear that van Gulik finds a bit more of his own voice, too. The whole mimesis of old-timey documents thing is fine, but there’s something inherently false about it that creeps into my awareness as I’m reading and puts me off. I appreciate the reason for writing it in that way, but a slightly more natural timbre to the writing will also probably help.
A note of warning, you probably won’t like The Chinese Bell Murders. It more of a historical crime story than a proper mystery. So you have been warned!
Awww, dammit! Well, I enjoyed Philip Macdonald’s Murder Gone Mad a great deal after both you and Noah warned me off it…so here’s hoping this lowers my expectations to another suitable degree.
Although…hang on…if I’m expecting to not enjoy it much which in turn means I’ll enjoy it more then that means I’m expecting to enjoy it and so I won’t…hell, I’m caught in a logical paradox now.
Still, I appreciate the warning!
I haven’t read anything by this author, and from the description, I wouldn’t be tempted. Let’s hope there’s a really good book coming your way soon.
Thanks, Guy — you and me both. I often feel like I fall into reading longeurs quite easily, with more disappointing books than good ones nowadays. If I could just lower my standards a bit, I’d have a much happier time!
Still, at least I’ve found a sympathetic and informed audience for when it doen’t go so well, and I’m immensely grateful for that 🙂
I just finished Family Matters by Anthony Rolls and it was excellent.
Ah, good to know — many thanks! Will you be reviewing it? I’ll look forward to more detailed thoughts.
I have a few of the BLCC series on my shelves, and might go there next once I’m done with Berrow. They’ve published some excellent titles, and I can feel that a little Miles Burton or Alan Melville might be the tonic I’m after.
yes my next review will be of Scarweather which I liked parts of. Family Matters is by the same author but it’s a completely different kettle of fish. That review will follow Scarweather.
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My favourite Dee is “Necklace and Calabash” which has a more intimate feel and puts Judge Dee front and centre and lets him do most of the investigating himself while his annoying sidekicks are largely neglected.
You can find a fine review of this book here: