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A review by tinaha083
The Nine Tailors by Dorothy L. Sayers
5.0
The first time I read this book I was in my late teens. I thought it confusing, difficult to follow, and far too detailed on the subject of campanology (though I was inspired to research the subject to better understand it). I’m now in my mid-thirties and reread it for a podcast readalong. This time, I think it’s brilliant.
Dorothy L. Sayers is an astonishing writer. She doesn’t pile up bodies, she doesn’t give us flat depictions of good and evil. She doesn’t give us a perfect detective. What she does is study the intricacies of human nature - what drives people to do the things they do, how much chance can affect the consequences of our actions, and the folly of the lies we tell to ourselves and others. What greed can cause, what fear can cause, and what our day to day actions can cause.
I didn’t have an appreciation for the subtleties of this novel the first time around. I didn’t appreciate the solid weight of Sayers’ intelligence. The characters are full-bodies, richly drawn, and human. There are missing emeralds, long held secrets, and a mutilated dead man buried in someone else’s grave. In the middle of it all is Peter Wimsey, thrust into the situation by something so regular as a car accident in bad weather on poorly lit roads.
There will be some who say that the way this mystery played out is cheating, that the fact that the solution to the mystery is not anything that could be predicted isn’t fair. But isn’t that realistic? Sometimes the crimes don’t get solved in the “proper” way. Sometimes the crime we think we are investigating isn’t the type we think it is. And really, like all of her mysteries, this is more about choices, actions, and consequences than just the simple solving of a murder, or a theft.
I’m so glad I read this again. It’s as brilliant to me as Clouds of Witness, which I also recently reread, and a close follow up to my favorite, Gaudy Night. A true delight for fans of masters of this genre.
Dorothy L. Sayers is an astonishing writer. She doesn’t pile up bodies, she doesn’t give us flat depictions of good and evil. She doesn’t give us a perfect detective. What she does is study the intricacies of human nature - what drives people to do the things they do, how much chance can affect the consequences of our actions, and the folly of the lies we tell to ourselves and others. What greed can cause, what fear can cause, and what our day to day actions can cause.
I didn’t have an appreciation for the subtleties of this novel the first time around. I didn’t appreciate the solid weight of Sayers’ intelligence. The characters are full-bodies, richly drawn, and human. There are missing emeralds, long held secrets, and a mutilated dead man buried in someone else’s grave. In the middle of it all is Peter Wimsey, thrust into the situation by something so regular as a car accident in bad weather on poorly lit roads.
There will be some who say that the way this mystery played out is cheating, that the fact that the solution to the mystery is not anything that could be predicted isn’t fair. But isn’t that realistic? Sometimes the crimes don’t get solved in the “proper” way. Sometimes the crime we think we are investigating isn’t the type we think it is. And really, like all of her mysteries, this is more about choices, actions, and consequences than just the simple solving of a murder, or a theft.
I’m so glad I read this again. It’s as brilliant to me as Clouds of Witness, which I also recently reread, and a close follow up to my favorite, Gaudy Night. A true delight for fans of masters of this genre.