The Chinese orange mystery

The men entering the room come upon a strange sight: A corpse lies on the floor. His clothes are on backward, with the buttons "studding the vertebrae along the spinal column." The room is "off," with lamps and chairs turned upside down, the clock facing the wall. Fortunately, one of the visitors is Ellery Queen, a sleuth named after a pseudonym chosen by two cousins, Frederic Dannay and Manfred Lee, who wrote the novel in 1934. Queen the sleuth was a much-loved American variation on gentleman-detectives Hercule Poirot and Lord Peter Wimsey from the British Golden Age. Queen calls his father "Pater" and finds the scene "deucedly odd." He solves the crime in Golden Age style, too, dazzling everybody with deductive brilliance before pinning the killer. Readers familiar only with more realistic crime fiction in the contemporary vein may find this case and its solution on the outlandish side, though both are hallmarks of the traditional mysteries published between the wars. For fans of the Golden Age and its high style, this reprint, part of the newly launched American Mystery Classics series, will be welcomed with open arms.--Don Crinklaw Copyright 2018 Booklist

One of the most bizarre puzzles in crime fiction distinguishes this mystery, first published in 1934, from Queen, the pseudonym for Frederic Dannay and Manfred B. Lee, as well as the name of their gifted amateur sleuth. Book publisher Donald Kirk invites Ellery Queen to meet at Manhattan's Hotel Chancellor, where Kirk maintains an office. On their arrival, Kirk learns that a stranger is in his waiting room. Since the door between Kirk's office and the waiting room is locked from the inside, Queen and Kirk must use the door from the corridor to gain access. Inside they find the man bludgeoned to death and wearing all his clothes backwards. Furthermore, all the furniture in the room has been rearranged to face backward, and two African spears have been inserted under the dead man's coat. No one in Kirk's circle has any idea as to the corpse's identity, let alone a motive for the unusual killing. The solution is a perfect, fairly clued match for the setup. If this creates a new audience for a genre giant, Penzler, editor of the American Mystery Classics series, will have done yet another service for whodunit lovers. (Oct.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

Imperishable anthologist Otto Penzler kicks off his newest publishing venture, a reprint series of American Mystery Classics, with this 1934 brainteaser involving perhaps the strangest crime scene in all fiction.When millionaire publisher/philatelist/gem collector Donald Kirk and his acquaintance Ellery Queen (The Adventure of the Murdered Moths, 2005, etc.) stop just before dinner at Kirk's office, on the 22nd floor of New York's Hotel Chancellor, they step inside to find everything in the waiting roomframed pictures, bookcases, furniture, rugsturned backward and an unknown caller who'd told Kirk's secretary, James Osborne, that he was here to see Mr. Kirk on a matter of great importance beaten to death and wearing all his clothes backward as well. Why would someone, presumably the killer, have taken the trouble to create such a baffling scene? That's one of the greatest riddles in Golden Age detective fiction, and it's a shame that nothing in between the opening sequence and the two concluding chapters that follow Queen's signature Challenge to the Reader remotely measures up to it. Since the corpse remains unidentified and there's precious little evidence beyond the bizarre state of the murder room, Queen, whom this early case finds at his most mannered ("I don't feel in the donative mood this morning"), spends his time chatting up the forgettable suspectsKirk's cantankerous father; his sister, Marcella; his partner, Felix Berne; his friend Glenn Macgowan; and the two women in his life, perceptive Jo Temple and seductive Irene Llewesand alternately unearthing and dismissing red herrings. Penzler's introduction, which focuses on the cousins who created the Queen pseudonym, is brief but informative.It's easy to see why Queen's exercise in deduction has dated badly: Everything about it is creaky and artificial, from the incredible logistics of the murder to the alleged passions of the characters. After all these years, though, the unbridled ingenuity of its central puzzle has never been surpassed. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.