Brand, Christianna -- Death in High Heels (1941)

I found Christianna Brand's 'prentice novel still quite enjoyable on my second reading. While the mystery plot is only mildly interesting, being not tremendously complex and but lightly clued, Brand does a fine job of keeping the reader hanging on to rapidly shifting suspicions and turns of events--a tecnhique she beautifully perfected a few years later in her widely acknowledged masterpiece, Green for Danger (though one event here, rather melodramatically absurd, is hard to swallow).

What I enjoy most about Death in High Heels is the setting, which is one of the best realized of the Golden Age period (if we stretch the usually accepted years of the Golden Age just slightly). The dress shop atmosphere, with its colorful coterie of ladies and men (along with designer Mr. Cecil, who is somewhere in between the two previously mentioned sexes), is strongly and amusingly conveyed. The dumb stereotype of British Golden Age mystery -- that all these books take place in upper-class country houses, posh London flats or highly stratified Cranford-style villages -- certainly is belied by Brand's first novel, which takes place in a hardnosed London business establishment where most of the characters are working girls who by no means are economicially well-settled. Brand was such a "girl" and worked in such an establishment herself, I believe, which certainly lends authenticity to her setting in Death in High Heels.

Especially refreshing in Death in High Heels is the light badinage about sex. The ladies are breezily and pleasantly irreverent on this subject, while the presentation of Mr. Cecil and "the boyfriend" seems quite explicit for the time (even the most obtuse reader of the day must have recongized s/he was reading about a "gay" couple). Unlike some of Ngaio Marsh's portrayals of gay men from the same period, Brand's presentation of the colorful Mr. Cecil, while admittedly comically broad, comes off, in my view, as genuinely amusing rather than merely demeaning. And each of the numerous dress shop ladies comes across as a distinct individual, a distinct achievement on the part of the author. Though nearly seventy years old, Death in High Heels has dated not much at all. It's one of the best "workplace atmosphere" mysteries of the period, I believe. 

Curt Evans.