New imprint Syndicate Books is publishing the complete works of MWA [Mystery Writers of America] Grandmaster Margaret Millar, with a special offer for readers: you can pre-order the series and receive each book one month before its on-sale date. Order now and receive one book every two months, or order at any point later and receive all released volumes and then the rest as they publish.This looks like a wonderful, seven-volume paperback set, featuring all 26 of Millar’s novels, plus her 1968 memoir, The Birds and the Beasts Were There. The price: an apparently discounted $99.99.
Showing posts with label Margaret Millar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Margaret Millar. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Multiple Millars
I’ve been experiencing Internet problems all day long, which seem to be associated with my service provider, rather than with my own computer or its connection. I have had online access only sporadically. Having now found a window onto the Web, let me toss up here a couple of things. First of all, this note from In Reference to Murder:
Friday, June 01, 2012
It’s Millar Time
Today’s selection of “forgotten books” posts on the Web highlights the many exceptional works of Margaret Millar (1915-1994), who won the 1983 Grand Master Award for lifetime achievement from the Mystery Writers of America and was, not insignificantly, married to fellow novelist Kenneth Millar--better known as Ross Macdonald. “During the 1950s the Canadian author Margaret Millar proved herself, along with Patricia Highsmith, to be arguably the great 
innovator of the postwar crime and mystery genre,” explains Sergio Angelini of Tipping My Fedora. “She was certainly crucial stepping stone in the later development of such notable figures as Ruth Rendell.”
Some of the Millar books included in this blog tribute are The Listening Walls, A Stranger in My Grave, Do Evil in Return, Wall of Eyes, An Air That Kills, How Like an Angel, Mermaid, Fire Will Freeze, The Devil Loves Me Best, and The Fiend. “Forgotten books” organizer Patti Abbott features three additional Millar novels in her own blog. All of this reminds me of just how few Margaret Millar books I’ve read myself. I guess I had better start investigating further.
Beyond the notes on Millar’s works, today’s odes to oldies include write-ups on Geoffrey Norman’s Blue Chipper, Elspeth Huxley’s Murder on Safari, Carter Dickson’s The Reader Is Warned and The Department of Queer Complaints, Frederick Nebel’s But Not the End, James R. McCahery’s Grave Undertaking, and Mike Shayne’s Mystery Magazine.
Again, clickety-clack here for the full rundown.
innovator of the postwar crime and mystery genre,” explains Sergio Angelini of Tipping My Fedora. “She was certainly crucial stepping stone in the later development of such notable figures as Ruth Rendell.”Some of the Millar books included in this blog tribute are The Listening Walls, A Stranger in My Grave, Do Evil in Return, Wall of Eyes, An Air That Kills, How Like an Angel, Mermaid, Fire Will Freeze, The Devil Loves Me Best, and The Fiend. “Forgotten books” organizer Patti Abbott features three additional Millar novels in her own blog. All of this reminds me of just how few Margaret Millar books I’ve read myself. I guess I had better start investigating further.
Beyond the notes on Millar’s works, today’s odes to oldies include write-ups on Geoffrey Norman’s Blue Chipper, Elspeth Huxley’s Murder on Safari, Carter Dickson’s The Reader Is Warned and The Department of Queer Complaints, Frederick Nebel’s But Not the End, James R. McCahery’s Grave Undertaking, and Mike Shayne’s Mystery Magazine.
Again, clickety-clack here for the full rundown.
Friday, July 09, 2010
The Book You Have to Read:
“The Iron Gates,” by Margaret Millar
(Editor’s note: This is the 100th installment of our ongoing Friday blog series highlighting great but forgotten books. Today’s selection comes from the person who 
originally launched this Web-wide series more than two years ago, Detroit resident and award-winning short-story writer Patti Abbott.)
The Iron Gates was Margaret Millar’s fifth novel, published in 1945. It introduced Inspector Sands of the Toronto police force. Millar (who was, of course, Ross Macdonald’s wife) didn’t use Sands in her novels often, and The Iron Gates was not one of her more famous crime novels. The Edgar Award-winning Beast in View (1955), How Like an Angel (1962), and The Fiend (1964) are the three books for which she’s probably best known. Although Millar is not well-remembered nowadays, devotees find her writing particularly rewarding. She’s especially skillful at portraying women, although her stories are very different from those of writers known for targeting female audiences.
Millar’s greatest strength was in exposing the psychological underpinnings of a crime. Her books are more about motivation than detection. What appealed to me most as I read her novels back in the 1970s was that her writing was never formulaic or predictable. Her best work is found in the standalones. Even Sands, a charming and fully fleshed-out detective, never steals the story from the women who dominate The Iron Gates entirely. It’s not about the detective.
Lucille Morrow lives with her wealthy physician husband, his two grown children, and his sister, Edith, in a large house in Toronto, Ontario. Lucille is Andrew’s second wife. His first wife, Mildred, was murdered in a nearby park 16 years earlier. That case was never solved. The two stepchildren, Polly and Andrew, tolerate their stepmother. And she tolerates them. This uneasy rapprochement begins to come undone when Polly, along with her father and brother, goes to pick up her new fiancé, a soldier who’s coming to Toronto to meet the family. A train crash complicates their trip, but they return home later that night.
The next day, Lucille suddenly disappears after a visit from a strange man carrying a small wrapped box. The last that is heard from her is a scream. She is eventually run down by the Toronto police and her condition is such that she’s institutionalized. This action, mainly occurring in the Morrow household, forms the first section of the novel, which Millar labels as “The Hunt.”
The middle section, “The Fox,” details Lucille’s state of mind as she hides from an assailant, the police, or perhaps her own fears in a mental hospital. The reader is unsure which she sees as the greatest threat. Her involvement with other patients turns out badly. Much of this section of the novel describes her mental anguish, and the reader is left to ponder whether Lucille is the victim she appears to be. Who or what is after her?
The final section of this novel, “The Hounds,” details Sands’ solution to the crimes that have taken place. This section is again largely set in the Morrow household and concerns a diary newly unearthed. Giving away any more plot points would ruin the delicate nature of Millar’s story.
It’s hard to imagine this book being written in 2010, because of its lengthy depiction of a mentally fragile woman in an institution. Today, Lucille Morrow would be prescribed an appropriate drug. Or perhaps she’d be under the daily care of a psychiatric nurse at home. Nevertheless, Millar uses the middle section of The Iron Gates to provide clues, and to do what she does best: show the unraveling of a psyche. It’s also the section of this book that makes Millar’s storytelling different. We go from the calm, if slightly hothouse, feel of the Morrow home in section one, to the agitated madhouse of section two, and then back again.
This novel was apparently purchased after World War II as a vehicle for actress Bette Davis, but was never filmed. I think she would have done justice to Lucille Morrow. However, after reading The Iron Gates, you will understand why the movie wasn’t made.
This may not be my very favorite Margaret Millar novel, but it is very good. Then again, they all are.
READ MORE: “Ross Macdonald and Margaret Millar: Partners in Crime,” by Tom Nolan (Mystery Readers Journal); “Margaret Millar’s Tom Aragon Novels,” by Juri Nummelin (Pulpetti).
originally launched this Web-wide series more than two years ago, Detroit resident and award-winning short-story writer Patti Abbott.)The Iron Gates was Margaret Millar’s fifth novel, published in 1945. It introduced Inspector Sands of the Toronto police force. Millar (who was, of course, Ross Macdonald’s wife) didn’t use Sands in her novels often, and The Iron Gates was not one of her more famous crime novels. The Edgar Award-winning Beast in View (1955), How Like an Angel (1962), and The Fiend (1964) are the three books for which she’s probably best known. Although Millar is not well-remembered nowadays, devotees find her writing particularly rewarding. She’s especially skillful at portraying women, although her stories are very different from those of writers known for targeting female audiences.
Millar’s greatest strength was in exposing the psychological underpinnings of a crime. Her books are more about motivation than detection. What appealed to me most as I read her novels back in the 1970s was that her writing was never formulaic or predictable. Her best work is found in the standalones. Even Sands, a charming and fully fleshed-out detective, never steals the story from the women who dominate The Iron Gates entirely. It’s not about the detective.
Lucille Morrow lives with her wealthy physician husband, his two grown children, and his sister, Edith, in a large house in Toronto, Ontario. Lucille is Andrew’s second wife. His first wife, Mildred, was murdered in a nearby park 16 years earlier. That case was never solved. The two stepchildren, Polly and Andrew, tolerate their stepmother. And she tolerates them. This uneasy rapprochement begins to come undone when Polly, along with her father and brother, goes to pick up her new fiancé, a soldier who’s coming to Toronto to meet the family. A train crash complicates their trip, but they return home later that night.
The next day, Lucille suddenly disappears after a visit from a strange man carrying a small wrapped box. The last that is heard from her is a scream. She is eventually run down by the Toronto police and her condition is such that she’s institutionalized. This action, mainly occurring in the Morrow household, forms the first section of the novel, which Millar labels as “The Hunt.”
The middle section, “The Fox,” details Lucille’s state of mind as she hides from an assailant, the police, or perhaps her own fears in a mental hospital. The reader is unsure which she sees as the greatest threat. Her involvement with other patients turns out badly. Much of this section of the novel describes her mental anguish, and the reader is left to ponder whether Lucille is the victim she appears to be. Who or what is after her?
The final section of this novel, “The Hounds,” details Sands’ solution to the crimes that have taken place. This section is again largely set in the Morrow household and concerns a diary newly unearthed. Giving away any more plot points would ruin the delicate nature of Millar’s story.
It’s hard to imagine this book being written in 2010, because of its lengthy depiction of a mentally fragile woman in an institution. Today, Lucille Morrow would be prescribed an appropriate drug. Or perhaps she’d be under the daily care of a psychiatric nurse at home. Nevertheless, Millar uses the middle section of The Iron Gates to provide clues, and to do what she does best: show the unraveling of a psyche. It’s also the section of this book that makes Millar’s storytelling different. We go from the calm, if slightly hothouse, feel of the Morrow home in section one, to the agitated madhouse of section two, and then back again.
This novel was apparently purchased after World War II as a vehicle for actress Bette Davis, but was never filmed. I think she would have done justice to Lucille Morrow. However, after reading The Iron Gates, you will understand why the movie wasn’t made.
This may not be my very favorite Margaret Millar novel, but it is very good. Then again, they all are.
READ MORE: “Ross Macdonald and Margaret Millar: Partners in Crime,” by Tom Nolan (Mystery Readers Journal); “Margaret Millar’s Tom Aragon Novels,” by Juri Nummelin (Pulpetti).
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