The Roman Hat Mystery was first published in 1929. It was written by “Ellery Queen,” which in this instance is the collaboration of two cousin-authors: Frederic Danny and Manfred Lee. (Those names are also aliases.) This is the first of the Ellery Queen novels – in this instance referring to one of the major characters in the series. Ellery Queen, the character, is a mystery writer and amateur detective who assists his father, Richard Queen, a New York City police inspector. “Ellery Queen” has also been used as a house name and a title which anthologizes mystery stories.
Overall, I expected better. I was anticipating a better story. Compared to stories about Lord Peter, Poirot, Nero Wolf, et al., this novel does not fare too well. The first chapter is interesting and sets up what could be a taut and unique story. However, the characters started to annoy me and I was very underwhelmed by the pacing of the story.
The Queens, father and son, really get on my nerves and annoy the heck out of me. The father, Richard, is supposedly an older man with a benevolent smile and gentle demeanor. Frankly, I find him churlish, moody, and immature. The son, Ellery, reminds me of a big oaf. He is allegedly broad-shouldered and tall, is constantly in a near-haze mentally, and fiddles endlessly with his pince-nez. His entrance into the story comes with some excitement – as if he is an intriguing character. However, all he does is mope around and whine. He’s like an oversize turd who tries very hard to seem detached and wise. And between the father and son is a clearly co-dependent and exhausting relationship.
Not to mention Djuna, the non-white teenager that somehow Richard managed to bring into their home and subjugate into being a sort of manservant/cook. Djuna is often compared to a monkey who simply adores his master, Richard. There’s a whole lot of weirdness about this.
Some readers have complained that this novel is “dated.” Generally, I take “dated” to mean that it is difficult to read and enjoy without contextualizing it within a distant time period/setting. Being “dated” does not necessarily mean anything, though, because there are heaps of works that are read and valued even though they are not recently published. I do think we should read this novel (and others like it) with an understanding that it was written in 1928/1929. Telephones operated differently and there was no internet. However, even for that dating it is difficult to accept as matter-of-fact the motive for the murderer in this story.
Anyway, the good parts of the novel are the actual setting and the props. I like murders in darkened theatres! I like that the theatre was presenting the stageplay “Gunplay!” I like that there are a variety of characters – from rascal kids, to plump doormen, to sharp-witted policemen. I like the props: top hats and bowlers, evening capes and walking sticks, spats and decanters. Heck, I am more comfortable with all of those items than with what I can accessorize with today!
I think the novelty of this story is that the authors supposedly put forth enough evidence/clues for the reader to race against the detectives and solve the crime. Well, I guessed part of the solution – simply because it was the obvious. I did not guess the murderer – or his motive – because that is a bit of a stretch. And the “false leads” seem too convenient qua false leads.
The book is spoiled by the awfully annoying Queens and the horrendously slow pacing. The pacing is so slow that chapters go by with literally nothing happening. Put it this way: most of the time I want to telephone the Queens up and tell them to “do something!” instead of sitting around re-tracing their steps or sitting around snorting their snuff boxes. C’mon, get up and do work!
Anyway, I am glad I read it – to say that I read it. I may try Ellery Queen again sometime, but no time soon. Really, this is only for the vintage-novel reader.