Rex Stout - The Golden Spiders
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During stressful times Ive devoured the Wolfe novels, charging so briskly through the canon that many of the titles seem interchangeable. Caught without reading material in an airport, I have, more than once, purchased a title I already own, only to discover the error at ten thousand feet. Ill cheerfully reread a Wolfe novel for the fourth or fifth time rather than resort to an airline magazine.
What should the reader expect from a Nero Wolfe novel-besides superb plotting, well-developed main characters, and crisp prose?
A quick summary of the house rules:
At 325 West Thirty-fifth Street, Wolfe devotes the hours of 9 to 11 a.m. and 4 to 6 p.m. to the cultivation and propagation of orchids.
Theodore Horstmann, gardener par excellence, supervises Wolfes participation in the above.
Fritz prepares outstanding cuisine.
No interruptions are allowed during meals; conversation is encouraged.
All guests and clients are offered refreshment.
Archie Goodwin, Wolfes stalwart assistant, answers the door. He is available for a wisecrack. Hell punch a bad guy in the jaw. Hell dance with a woman if shes on the right side of thirty, and he can samba and rumba with the best.
Other than a well-heeled widow or two (clients), murderesses (surely more than statistically justifiable), and the occasionally glimpsed Lily Rowan, (whose name combines both flower and tree; perhaps she should be kept in the potting shed), no women are allowed within the all-male clubhouse on West Thirty-fifth. They are not even to be included among the cleaning crew. The entire gender is suspect and illogical. Each and every one might burst into tears, which would be intolerable!
Since the maintenance of the brownstone requires a substantial monthly outlay of cash, Nero Wolfe uses his Holmesian powers of observation and deduction to solve crimes that have baffled, or will soon baffle, the New York police force.
The Golden Spiders is atypical Stout, atypical Wolfe, and as such I take particular delight in introducing it to both devoted fans and new readers. The novel begins with humor, involves a child, and contains a personal element of vengeance. All rarities.
The opening of a Nero Wolfe novel is usually a set piece, a ritualistic feather-duster scene, containing the obligatory paragraphs defining Fritzs and Theodores roles in the Thirty-fifth Street menage as well as a description of the red leather chair and the immense globe in Wolfes spacious book-lined office.
As practiced by Rex Stout, the consummate pro, the detective novel generally begins with the clients initial visit, scheduled well within Wolfes carefully prescribed hours. The client sits in the red leather chair. The client may be telling the truth; the client may be lying. If the client has sufficient financial assets, Wolfe takes the case.
The Golden Spiders starts in the kitchen with a fit of Wolfian petulance brought on by a disagreement over the proper preparation of starlings. Archie, amused by Wolfes childish behavior, invites a child, a neighborhood tough whod never ordinarily be admitted to Wolfes presence, much less considered as a client, to join Wolfe at the table, shattering precedent and rules alike.
Archies playfulness has terrible consequences.
We accept that the writer of amateur-sleuth detective novels has a built-in credibility problem. Why does our hardworking chef, writer, or actor keep stumbling over those unpleasant corpses? Why doesnt the chef, writer, or actor behave in a normal fashion, i.e., call the police and leave the investigation to them? Its less obvious that the writer of the professional detective series has her or his motivational problems as well. How does the detective become personally involved in each case? A fictional detective is not a neurosurgeon, for whom emotional detachment might be considered a plus. If she or he is to grasp and hold the reader, even the most curmudgeonly detective must find a reason beyond the check at the rainbows end to pursue a case to its conclusion. Generally, its Archie, our Everyman on a good day, who provides this sympathy, this bond. Rarely does Wolfe become engaged, much less enraged, by the crime in question.
Wolfe hates interruptions during meals. He dislikes children. He abhors deviations from his schedule. All of these indignities are heaped upon him in The Golden Spiders. They grate. They affect his appetite. They cause him to accept a retainer of four dollars and thirty cents from-horrors!-a teary-eyed woman.
They do my heart good.
I have loved and read these books all my life, and yet I rub my hands in secret satisfaction.
Let the old misogynist suffer.
Linda Barnes
June 1994
Fritzs mood should be explained. Each year around the middle of May, by arrangement, a farmer who lives up near Brewster shoots eighteen or twenty starlings, puts them in a bag, and gets in his car and drives to New York. It is understood that they are to be delivered to our door within two hours after they were winged. Fritz dresses them and sprinkles them with salt, and, at the proper moment, brushes them with melted butter, wraps them in sage leaves, grills them, and arranges them on a platter of hot polenta, which is thick porridge of fine-ground yellow cornmeal with butter, grated cheese, and salt and pepper.
It is an expensive meal and a happy one, and Wolfe always looks forward to it, but that day he put on an exhibition. When the platter was brought in, steaming, and placed before him, he sniffed, ducked his head and sniffed again, and straightened to look up at Fritz.
The sage?
No, sir.
What do you mean, no, sir?
I thought you might like it once in a style I have suggested, with saffron and tarragon. Much fresh tarragon, with just a touch of saffron, which is the way-
Remove it!
Fritz went rigid and his lips tightened.
You did not consult me, Wolfe said coldly. To find that without warning one of my favorite dishes has been radically altered is an unpleasant shock. It may possibly be edible, but I am in no humor to risk it. Please dispose of it and bring me four coddled eggs and a piece of toast.
Fritz, knowing Wolfe as well as I did, aware that this was a stroke of discipline that hurt Wolfe more than it did him and that it would be useless to try to parley, reached for the platter, but I put in, Ill take some if you dont mind. If the smell wont keep you from enjoying your eggs?
Wolfe glared at me.
That was how Fritz acquired the mood that made me think it advisable for me to answer the door. When the bell rang Wolfe had finished his eggs and was drinking coffee, really a pitiful sight, and I was toward the end of a second helping of the starlings and polenta, which was certainly edible. Going to the hall and the front, I didnt bother to snap the light switch because there was still enough twilight for me to see, through the one-way glass panel, that the customer on the stoop was not our ship coming in.
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