The Crack in the Teacup, by Michael Gilbert (1966)

The Crack in the Teacup, Michael Gilbert (1966)This is a little outside my usual time boundaries; I usually prefer to look at Golden Age mysteries until perhaps 1940. But, you know, Michael Gilbert did write a handful of classic mysteries very much in the Golden Age manner — Smallbone Deceased (1950) and Close Quarters (1947) come to mind — and this particular volume, The Crack in the Teacup, did actually get nominated for a Gold Dagger for best novel. I think it’s possible you’ll like this book as much as I have.

Please be warned that this essay concerns a work of crime fiction; part of its potential enjoyment is based on surprising the reader. If you read any further you will learn something about the titular novel and perhaps some others; I discuss elements of plot and construction although don’t lay out the answers in so many words.  If you haven’t already read this novel, reading this essay means it will have lost its power to surprise you to greater or lesser extent, and that would be a shame. So please go and read this book before you spoil your own enjoyment. If you proceed past this point, you’re on your own. 

51dUs0fCDwL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_What’s this book about?

In the town of Barhaven, an hour outside of London, a young solicitor, Anthony Brydon, comes across two chuckers-out from the local “Pleasuredrome” violently assaulting a teenager.  He intervenes and takes on the teenager’s case and thereby learns more than he ever knew about local corruption. Gradually, bit by bit, he begins to uncover a massive conspiracy involving local government, planning authorities, and the money to be made by buying farmland that the local government is about to authorize for building.

As the stakes increase, the action gets murderous and culminates in a series of exciting and explosive events, including the outcome of a hotly-contested local election and the solution to a couple of mysterious deaths that have happened along the way.

Why is this worth your time?

I’ve looked at books by Michael Gilbert before, Close Quarters (1947) and Petrella at Q (1977). But they are different from each other and both are different from this volume; Gilbert had a knack for writing different kinds of stories.  Close Quarters is a classic work of Golden Age detection, with maps and a crossword puzzle that must be solved to lead to an important clue. Petrella at Q is part of a much more realistic look at the activities of Patrick Petrella’s rise through the ranks of the Metropolitan Police in a set of police procedural stories.

The Crack in the Teacup, Michael Gilbert (1966)This book is a standalone piece and Gilbert wrote this same kind of story a number of times. Essentially it’s about an innocent well-meaning man who finds himself in possession of important details about a criminal scheme of some kind. He is unfairly treated and persecuted, frequently physically, and he leads a one-man campaign to bring his enemies to justice. It’s a variation on the “quest” story; recently I talked about the “puzzle adventure” sub-genre and I suspect that this may fall close to that category. Gilbert sets his puzzle adventure, however, not against global conspiracies or religious combatants, but on the small scale of the government of a small town. The action is less explosive and the stakes are smaller but the climaxes are, to me, just as satisfying.

The Crack in the Teacup, Michael Gilbert (1966)I refreshed my memory of this book the other day and thought that it would most appeal to someone who does certain kinds of work. Gilbert was a well-known lawyer and I think lawyers would like this book; so would anyone who works in government, or for a government agency or a private sector agency, and understands the interaction between government and for-profit enterprises. It’s about the kind of low-level corruption that occasionally enriches people who supply local governments, or benefit from their licensing schemes, and you will grasp the broad strokes even if the details can be a little obscure.

Part of what makes this particular volume enjoyable is that it’s excellently written. There’s a non-mawkish subplot about Anthony Brydon meeting and wooing a smart young woman that is woven delightfully into the story. And there are a couple of characters, notably a local political firebrand, who are excellently portrayed so that we get a clear idea of their limitations as well as their virtues. Most people are neither all good nor all evil, and this gives the book a sense of reality that is more refreshing than other authors’ works of this sort.

The Crack in the Teacup, Michael Gilbert (1966)The final chapter is a clever little reversal that makes the reader wonder if anything really useful actually happened; what good is it to do the right thing? Again, more philosophy than one expects from a small-scale thriller such as this.

This is a very enjoyable read and there are a few other stand-alone novels about bureaucracy gone sour from this period of Gilbert’s writing that are also entertaining, especially if you are involved in a similar activity in real life. The title apparently comes from a poem by W.H. Auden: “And the crack in the tea-cup opens A lane to the land of the dead.” I think he’s saying that large consequences come from small beginnings.

The Crack in the Teacup, Michael Gilbert (1966)

A note on editions

This is not to my knowledge available in an electronic edition, at least in Canada. ABE only shows one copy as of today, a first edition for about US$60. Amazon, however, would be delighted to sell you a paperback for about CDN$15 and has perhaps 16 copies available. This is definitely a case where I would try my local used bookstore; this book has been in fairly recent mass-market paperback editions in both England and the US (therefore Canada also) and I see various Michael Gilbert titles all the time; Perennial Library did a lot of his titles in the 80s and 90s. Keep your eyes open for a bargain.

 

 

 

10 thoughts on “The Crack in the Teacup, by Michael Gilbert (1966)

  1. Christophe says:

    Thanks for this review. MIchael Gilbert is one of my favorite writers, but I have not read this book yet. I am happy that it is up to his usual high standards. As you quite rightly note, he had a knack for writing different kinds of mystery and suspense oriented stories. That versatility, his occasional dry wit, and especially the stylistic quality of the writing are what I like the most about his work.

    • Noah Stewart says:

      Well put — his occasional dry wit. There’s at least one joke in the book that is so sly I almost zoomed over it before I realized he was actually being very funny.

  2. realthog says:

    Many thanks for this excellent account. If I read The Crack in the Teacup (and the title does ring a bell) it was so long ago that I remember nothing of it, so could read it as a completely new book.

    What I always loved about Gilbert back in the day when I was reading his books as soon as they arrived in the library/shops was that, in a sense, he was off-song more than he was on-song. (There’s no detective novel more on-song than Smallbone, I’d say: it’s almost certainly the detective novel I’ve reread most often.) Yet his off-song books were almost always (my memory says in fact always) better than most of the on-song books of his supposed peers. A second-rate Gilbert was still a lot of fun and a good way to spend your time; a second-rate [NUMEROUS NAMES REDACTED] could well be grim.

    • Noah Stewart says:

      Here I think Gilbert is successful because he restricts himself to a small topic and, while there are various exciting things that happen, essentially it’s a narrative of something that wouldn’t have made the national papers. I think Gilbert gets a tighter control of the narrative as a result and he can make the actions of the plot very plausible — the reader might think, “Oh, that’s what I would have done.” He gets more done with less.

  3. I just started my first Michael Gilbert novel this morning. My one regret is that I won’t have the opportunity to finish it in one sitting because it is absolutely gripping!

    I have a handful of these on my shelf, including Smallbone Deceased, Death Has Deep Roots, and a seemingly under the radar title – Night of the 12th. Of course, I won’t mention the actual title that I’m currently reading, although it may be a bit predictable.

    • Noah Stewart says:

      Hard for me to wonder which volume you have; I hope it’s Close Quarters, his salute to the Golden Age. If you read the three you mentioned were on your shelf, I think you’ll have an appreciation of three of his most appreciated writing styles.

  4. I always enjoy Michael Gilbert books, but he does throw me a bit. Sometimes there is an authorial god-like attitude to right and wrong, and sometimes that is then subverted in the ending. and sometime it isn’t. I have just read another Gilbert on local government, and was hoping for subversion over the wonderful traditionalists vs dirty lefties, the horrible trade unions, and the low class people who think they can make some money. No subversion, and as an unreconstructed old leftie I found myself wanting to argue with Gilbert – sometimes things aren’t as simple as he makes out. I mean, heaven forbid that we might NEED low cost housing if it spoils some entitled person’s view of the fields. It’s not necessarily Satan’s work.
    But still – I do enjoy his books, Night of the Twelfth and Smallbone Deceased both absolute winners.

    • Noah Stewart says:

      it’s funny, he does about the same thing here. For the first 95% of the book he makes it sound, as you say, that it’s the non-traditionalists fighting against the people who don’t care what happens to the town as long as they make some money. But then in the final moment of the book — he has the protagonist waffle and say, well, were we actually on the side of right after all? It was a tiny bit disappointing.

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