Invisible Ink 2: Margery Allingham

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Margery Allingham


I thought carefully about including Margery Allingham in my list of forgotten authors, so let’s address the problem right at the start. She’s hardly ever out of print, and many readers know her name even if they haven’t read her. However, very few of them have really got to grips with her novels. The ones who have are passionate fans, and she has her own society which holds literary events throughout the year. For many years I had her wrongly pegged as an Agatha Christie knock-off, until I took time to properly read her prose.

What I discovered, and what I suspect everyone who becomes an Allingham fan discovers, is the extraordinary richness of her writing. It is allusive, colloquial, witty, bravura stuff – a window to a London mindset that is now so completely lost that it’s sometimes best to have a copy of Brewer’s Phrase & Fable beside your reading copy.

Allingham wrote her first crime novel in 1928 and continued for forty years. She regarded the mystery novel as a box with four sides; ‘a killing, a mystery, an enquiry and a conclusion with an element of satisfaction in it.’ She also distinguished between her ‘right hand writing,’ which she did for pleasure, and her ‘left hand writing,’ which was commissioned. Her detective was Albert Campion, aristocratic and unassuming to the point of vacancy, so ethereal that he vanishes altogether in the film version of her most famous novel. Campion is supported by the usual sidekick and cops (and unusually smart wife), but there any comparison to other crime writers must end, because Allingham is unique.

The first time I read ‘The Tiger In The Smoke’, the book widely regarded as her masterpiece, I kept losing my place. The chase to track Jack Havoc, jail-breaker and knife artist, in the London fog is as densely confusing as the choking gloom through which he carves his way. There’s a central image of a hopping, running band of ragtag musicians silhouetted in the murk that stays beyond the conclusion. It’s a dark, strange read and possibly not the best place to begin – but now, many of Allingham’s books appear to have vanished into that pea-souper.

‘I don’t stick me ‘ead into every nark’s nest I ‘ear of’ says one character, and you want to hear the book read aloud, possibly by Sid James. Allingham’s exuberant early prose gave way to a more mature, elegant style but both are wonderful. Her short fiction is easier to find, but less evocative. She’s certainly not an easy read, but she’s worth the effort.

7 comments on “Invisible Ink 2: Margery Allingham”

  1. Wayne Mook says:

    A splendid writer, Campion I always liked along with Lugg. I wonder why the never show the TV series, I really enjoyed it too.


  2. Vivienne says:

    Read Black Plumes only last week. No Campion but a wonderful set of believable characters, a real plot and a splendid heroine. Glad there are still more I haven’t caught up with yet.

  3. ceci says:

    Oh, a big favorite of mine, particularly the later ones! I’m trying to remember Black Plumes….perhaps there was a different title here in the States? Or, lovely thought, there is one I haven’t read!


  4. davem says:

    Thanks for this

  5. Vivienne says:

    Ceci, haven’t heard of another title. It’s centred around a family who own an art gallery.

  6. agatha hamilton says:

    So glad you’ve written this. I like her a lot. She wrote so many good detective stories – ‘Tiger in the Smoke’, of course, but I remember ‘Police at the Funeral’, ‘Dancers in Mourning’ and ‘The Fashion in Shrouds’ as well.
    Have you done one on Ngaio Marsh?

  7. IPL 2016 says:

    I couldn’t refrain from commenting. Perfectly written!

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