9. Death of a Doll by Hilda Lawrence

I do remember where I found this book!  I bought it in Amsterdam, back at the one remaining true english-language used bookstore which while a great little bookstore, has yet to reveal to me any real treasures in the three times I've gone there.  Despite its depressingly banal and unremarkable cover (how fall Pan had falled in cover design by the early 2000s!), it really was it being a "classic" and part of some Pan series that had other good authors that pushed me over the edge in buying it.  I had never heard of Hilda Lawrence before.

Death of a Doll was written in 1947 and is of the American class aspirational cozy mystery sub-genre, where the protagonists and detectives are of "the quality" and a part of the pleasure of the book is sharing both their leisurely, tasteful lifestyle and their benevolent superiority over the victims and supporting cast.  There may be a more official name for this sub-genre.  I've mainly discovered it via Old Time Radio (in particular through the really thorough and well-curated Great Detectives of Old Time Radio podcast, which I highly recommend) with shows like Mr. Chameleon and Mr. and Mrs. North, though to today's readers, Nick and Nora Charles would be the most well-known example.

The detectives are quite quirky here and they don't really appear until about a third of the way in.  Mark East is the private detective, but he is joined by two old, meddling, bickering and comedic spinsters, Bessie and Beulah.  The narrative begins with a young woman, Ruth Miller, who works at a department store and has just found an advantageous lodging at a single women's hostel called Hope House.  Everything seems great until upon walking in, she sees something or someone and becomes deathly afraid. The narrative is from her perspective but the other doesn't tell us any details, beyond her trying to avoid being seen which is almost impossible with the shared bedrooms and common dining area.  We also get perspectives from various characters in Hope House, including the director and her assistant who are in an interesting implicitly lesbian relationship.  Aside from Ruth's fear, they do a lot of controlling of the girls in the house and when she indeed turns up dead, ostensibly having committed suicide by jumping from her window, they ramp up the control.

The detective team is brought in because a good friend of Mark East's (presumably from some ivy league and shared class background), shopped regularly at Blackman's the department store where Ruth worked and had taken quite a liking to her, thinking of maybe hiring her as a nanny.  She doesn't buy the suicide story and the rest of the book follows Mark and the B's investigation and the internal tensions and dramas of the girls in the house as the murder's aftermath impacts their world.

It took me a while to figure out what was going on, not so much with the actual victim and murder, but who the detectives were. I read afterwards in Minette Walters' introduction that this is the third book with these characters and that Lawrence really doesn't give any backstory. You learn about their relationships by their dialogue and actions but no background is ever explicitly given.  Walters also argue that Lawrence was attempting to mix cozy and hard-boiled genres, but I'm not so convinced about that.  Nonetheless, the detective team is certainly a unique one with very different styles, each contributing effectively to the investigation.  The murder takes place during a party in the house, where all the girls dress up in the same burlap dresses and masks (to look like dolls, thus the title), which is effectively unsettling with imagery that keeps coming back.  It would make a great movie.  By the second half, I was definitely flipping pages and stayed up at my bedtime to get to the end.  I wouldn't call it a masterpiece but it is a fascinating and creepy mystery in its exploration of the world of urban single women after the war and an enjoyable dark look into the souls of broken people.  I will keep my out for her three other books.