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The Otterbury Incident by C Day Lewis

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I have written elsewhere about A Question of Proof but that was not the only school-set mystery novel by C Day Lewis. The Otterbury Incident was published in 1948 under his own name, rather than his Nicholas Blake pen name, and is aimed at readers of the same age as the characters. It concerns a group of schoolboys who take on a gang of criminals involved in the black market. It is set in the years immediately after the second world war, and the title refers to a bombsite where the boys play an elaborate war game.

If that sounds a bit like an Enid Blyton story, it is much better written, more believable and realistic. Indeed, the narrator is one of the boys. It is also quite funny, particularly when the boys dream up various schemes for making money, after one of them smashes a school window with a football and is ordered to pay for its repair by the headmaster.   

There are hints that the quiet country town of Otterbury where the action takes place is based on Sherborne in Dorset, where Day Lewis himself was a schoolboy, albeit at a rather grander school than the one described here. The town has been untouched by the war, except for one stray bomb that fell, leaving the patch of waste ground known as the “incident”.

It was the first book we were given to read in English when I went to grammar school. I was never really one for fantasy, at that young age preferring stories of people the same age as me doing interesting things. After all, the war games that the boys played in the story were rather similar to the kind of thing we got up to in the local woods. I was brought up on Arthur Ransome, of course. Indeed, I might not now be writing this if my mother had not read Swallows and Amazons aloud to me when I had measles at the age of seven. As the narrator of The Otterbury Incident speculates, where does a story begin?  

Readers of a similar vintage will remember Puffin books with illustrations by Edward Ardizzonne, and this was one of them. A note at the front reveals that it was actually a novelisation of a French film. I had not thought about The Otterbury Incident for a long time, but having enjoyed the Nicholas Blake novels so much, I started to research Day Lewis’ other writings, and discovered that I had actually read him many years earlier.

Now I have a Puffin copy, found via the internet. It is still an enjoyable read, and powerfully nostalgic for me, as it is the same edition I read all those years ago. It was out of print when I was looking for a copy, and I assumed that it was now considered rather old-fashioned. I am pleased to find it has since been re-issued as a Puffin classic, complete with the Ardizzonne illustrations, for a new generation to enjoy.

Day Lewis’ poetry is not so well known today as that of his contemporaries W H Auden and Louis Macneice. It’s strange now to think that when I read The Otterbury Incident at school, he was the poet laureate. Around that time, I went with my parents to see the film Battle of Britain. In those days, prestigious films had a printed programme, like the theatre. In the  programme for this one, there was a poem by Day Lewis, which I have been able to find, again, thanks to the wonders of the internet. I think it is very good and, like a lot of writing by Day Lewis, deserves to be better known today.

The Sad Variety by Nicholas Blake

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The Sad Variety is Nicholas Blake’s penultimate novel featuring the detective Nigel Strangeways. It was published in 1964, so at this point the series had been going for almost thirty years, yet there is no sign of any decline in Blake’s powers or interest in his characters. This story is a compelling mixture of Golden Age detection and the harsh realities of the Cold War.

Here, Strangeways is asked by the security service to keep an eye on an important scientist, Professor Wragsby, who is spending the Christmas holiday at a guesthouse with his wife Elena and eight-year-old daughter Lucy. The girl is kidnapped by two British communists working for a Russian agent. She is ransomed, not for money, but for secrets. So far, so obvious you might think, the story will concern the attempts to get her back.

Things become far more complicated very quickly. The kidnappers arrive in the district with a small boy in tow. They cut and dye Lucy’s hair and substitute her for the boy, so as not to arouse suspicion. What will they do with the rather mysterious boy? It becomes obvious to Strangeways that the kidnappers must have a contact at the guesthouse and he has to try and work out who it is.

The guests are a mixed bunch. There’s a retired admiral and his wife, a young CND supporter and her beatnik boyfriend and a rather bland single man. They all have their secrets, as Strangeways discovers. The revelation when it comes is a real surprise to the reader, linked, as it is, to another jaw-dropping plot twist.

Lucy is a very intelligent and resourceful girl and much of the story is seen from her point of view. She comes up with a clever way of communicating her situation. Blake had written about resourceful young people before, in his 1948 children’s book The Otterbury Incident, published under his real name, C Day Lewis.

This novel is a masterclass in increasing tension and sense of threat and it becomes a real page-turner as the plot reaches its climax.

It takes place at a very specific time, the hard winter of 1962/63. The snowbound countryside, described with Blake’s customary poetic skill, almost becomes another character in the story. The really clever thing is the way the wintry conditions that make it so difficult to get anywhere are integrated into the plot. For example, a body lies undiscovered in a snowdrift, and the Russian agent thinks he is about to be arrested, not realising that the soldiers are only there to clear the roads.

Day Lewis was one of the political poets of the 1930s and the novel represents his final break with left-wing politics. It’s no surprise that the Hungarian uprising of 1956 features so prominently here, because this was the event that caused many former left-wing sympathisers such as Day Lewis to take a long, hard look at Russia and the inhumanity of the communist regime.

The Russian agent Petrov is a nasty piece of work, who enjoys violence for its own sake. Paul, the British communist, has been blackmailed by the Russians into taking part in the plot because of his homosexuality. He is thoroughly disillusioned with the Party: “I don’t set myself up as a model of the virtues, but at least I don’t pretend that whatever suits my book is the truth, like you and your bloody Party do.”          

Battle of Britain by C Day Lewis

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The skies over South East England have been quieter and emptier than we are used to of late. Eighty years ago they were full of warplanes as the Battle of Britain began.

This poem was written in 1970 by the then poet laureate, Cecil Day Lewis, for the thirtieth anniversary.

The big-budget cinematic re-enactment of the battle was released around that time, and if my memory is correct, this poem was printed in the programme for the film.

I like the way the narrator of the poem is a witness to the real events, speaking to someone younger for whom they are history. It deserves to be better known, I think.

 

Battle of Britain by C Day Lewis

What did we earth-bound make of it? A tangle
Of vapour trails, a vertiginously high
Swarming of midges, at most a fiery angel
Hurled out of heaven, was all we could descry.

How could we know the agony and pride
That scrawled those fading signatures up there,
And the cool expertise of those who died
Or lived through that delirium of the air?

Grounded on history now, we re-enact
Such lives, such deaths. Time, laughing out of court
The newspaper heroics and the faked
Statistics, leaves us only to record

What was, what might have been: fighter and bomber,
The tilting sky, tense moves and counterings;
Those who outlived that legendary summer;
Those who went down, its sunlight on their wings.

And you, unborn then, what will you make of it—
This shadow-play of battles long ago?
Be sure of this: they pushed to the uttermost limit
Their luck, skill, nerve. And they were young like you.

 

 

 

John le Carré and Nicholas Blake

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David Cornwell was educated in the 1940s at Sherborne, one of the great Public Schools of England, and he didn’t like it very much. Some years later, he took his revenge, when as John le Carré, he published his second novel, A Murder of Quality (1962).

Sherborne became Carne, an unpleasant institution, riddled with snobbery and class prejudice. Those who run the school are not above a bit of blackmail when it comes to getting a teacher in on the cheap.

Unusually for le Carré, this is a detective story rather than a spy novel. It’s actually an extremely good example of a genre with which he is not usually associated. (Although you could argue that Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is really a whodunnit.) Here, a newly retired George Smiley plays detective.

Like all le Carré’s early fiction, this novel has its roots in the second world war. Smiley becomes involved in the mystery because a wartime intelligence colleague contacts him about it. It turns out that one of the masters at the school, and a potential suspect, is the brother of Smiley’s wartime boss. Smiley therefore feels obliged to take the case on.

Oddly enough, le Carré was not the first old boy of Sherborne to write a detective story set in a school. In 1935 Nicholas Blake had published A Question of Proof. This was the penname of the poet Cecil Day Lewis, formerly of Sherborne and like le Carré, a schoolteacher before becoming a full-time writer. I don’t think either of them ever returned to teach at Sherborne, though. Le Carré taught at a prep school and then Eton; Day Lewis taught at several other schools.

Day Lewis had much fonder memories of Sherborne than le Carré. He wrote warmly about his time there in the poems The Chrysanthemum Show and Sketches for a Portrait. Sudeley Hall in A Question of Proof is a prep school in the heart of the country, not a grand institution like Carne. Dark deeds take place against the background of a rural idyll, when the body of the school’s most unpopular boy is found in a haystack on sports day. The climax comes after a second murder a week later, on the day of the parents versus pupils cricket match.

The atmosphere is that of the inter-war years with references to the first world war, the general strike and the scarcity of jobs. It feels like an accurate portrait of life at a school of that type at that time.

The main character, a teacher who comes under suspicion of murder, is having an affair with the headmaster’s wife. I have read that this nearly cost Day Lewis his job at the time, as the chair of governors of the school in which he was then teaching, refused to believe that this was fiction.

A Question of Proof was the first novel to feature the amateur sleuth Nigel Strangeways, who appeared in many more, including The Beast Must Die (1938).  Blake was still publishing in the 1960s, as le Carré was getting started, so the careers of the two writers overlapped.

Carne is not the only school to feature prominently in a le Carré novel. Thursgood’s prep school in Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is a rather seedy establishment, named after its owner. He is unaware that Jim Prideaux, last-minute replacement teacher at the beginning of the term, is a retired spy. Buried in the countryside, it’s an ideal place for someone who wants to lie low. Jim seems like a man out of his time, with his Alvis sports car, and fondness for reading Jeffrey Farnol to the boys. In fact, both he and the school belong more to the world of A Question of Proof than the 1970s.

The Beast Must Die by Nicholas Blake

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The Beast Must Die by Nicholas Blake was published in 1938. It is an example of the type of detective story where the identity of the criminal is known, or appears to be, right from the start. It has some of the expected features of novels of the “golden age”, but is also strikingly different. It feels like an attempt to do something more realistic with the genre conventions, closer to Graham Greene than Agatha Christie.

This is hardly surprising, given that Nicholas Blake was the pen name of Cecil Day Lewis, poet and critic, who was poet laureate from 1968 until his death in 1972. The Beast Must Die was the fourth book to feature his series detective, Nigel Strangeways.

Depending on your view of these things, you might see him as a serious poet writing commercial fiction on the side, or as an innovative and brilliant crime writer who also wrote a great deal of poetry. What is undeniable is his talent for language.

Day Lewis wrote sixteen Strangeways novels, and four “stand alone” mysteries, from the early 1930s to the late 1960s. All of them anticipate the more psychological approach adopted by later writers in this genre.

The plot of The Beast Must Die concerns the attempts of Felix Lane to take revenge on the man who killed his young son in a hit-and-run accident. The opening section of the novel is presented as Felix Lane’s diary, describing in great detail how he goes about identifying and tracking down the driver.

Like his creator, Lane is a man with an alter ego. He is in fact, Frank Cairns and Felix Lane is the pen name under which he writes detective stories. It is his knowledge of detection that enables him to find the speeding driver, garage owner George Ratteray, and the use of his pen name that enables him to cover his tracks.

Lane/Cairns has told us right from the start that once he has found the driver he intends to kill him, yet when Ratteray is found dead, Lane insists he has been framed and calls in Nigel Strangeways to clear his name.

The latter part of the novel is on the face of it, more conventional, as all the occupants of Ratteray’s household come under suspicion, and Strangeways works in conjunction with the police inspector to crack the case.

Strangeways begins to suspect that all may not be as it seems when the evidence he gathers conflicts with what Lane wrote in his diary. Has Lane deliberately falsified his account, or has he accurately recorded that Ratteray lied to him?

Strangeways gets to the truth in the end, and the solution is highly ingenious, involving the interpretation of a literary reference in Lane’s diary. It’s an early example of textual analysis as detection, the sort of thing done later on by Colin Dexter in The Wench is Dead.

The greater depth than usual comes from the characterisation and the moral questions that the reader is asked to ponder. Ratteray is a domestic monster who beats his wife and tyrannizes his sensitive son. He has callously covered up his responsibility for the death of a young boy. He would be no great loss to the world.

But the central question of the book, on which the mystery depends, is just what sort of man is Felix Lane.

The criticism that is often made of “golden age” stories is that tragic events seem to make no real impact on anyone. That is not the case here; Lane has been devastated by his boy’s death and there is a suggestion that his nurturing relationship with Ratteray’s son Phil is a substitute for that with his own lost son.

Like all the Blake novels, it is fluently written and highly readable. The peaceful English rural locations, seen at their best in the summertime, are an effective counterpoint to the sad events of the story.

The 1969 Claude Chabrol film adaptation of this book is very good, but omits Strangeways altogether and alters the ending somewhat. The use of the diary in the book would be difficult to reproduce on screen in any case, as it depends for its impact on the sense that Lane/Cairns is confessing directly to the reader.

I am pleased but also somewhat wary to find that the BBC are going to do another adaptation. Pleased because I am a huge admirer of the Blake novels and I think they deserve to be better known today. Wary, though, because I wonder how the finished version will actually turn out. This story is quite dark enough as it is, and does not need any alterations. In the end, there is more than one victim.

(An interesting footnote is that the story was said to have been inspired by a similar incident in Day Lewis’ own life, when his young son had a “near miss”. Perhaps Blake/Day Lewis and Lane/Cairns had more in common than we might think.)