Showing posts with label Detective-Inspector Napoleon Bonaparte. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Adventure classics -- Where's the body?



The Bone is Pointed

by Arthur W. Upfield

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Forget high-tech. There will be no poring over mysterious skeletons, no DNA, not even fingerprints in The Bone is Pointed, Australian mystery writer Arthur W. Upfield’s 1938 story of a missing man, black magic, and a half Aboriginal detective improbably named Napoleon Bonaparte.

Upfield immigrated to Australia following the first World War and worked as a boundary rider on the famous “rabbit-proof fence” before he turned to writing in the late 1920’s. Unusual detectives were all the craze at the time, and I’m inclined to think Upfield didn’t quite know what he was getting into when he chose a racially-mixed background for his Queensland police inspector-detective. Given the prejudices of the time, the whole thing might have flopped. Improbably, the public loved Bonaparte (“Bony” to his friends), and as the series progressed, Upfield began to fill in his detective’s back story.

Found as an infant with his dead aboriginal mother, apparently abandoned by his white father, Bony will explain bit by bit his upbringing in a government boarding school designed to assimilate him into white Australian society and the choice he made, at great psychic anguish, not to return to his mother’s people.

Although it is a choice that often sets him at odds with both races, his defense against bigotry, cruelty, and just plain stupidity is simply to be the best in his field, to which he adds a heaping helping of humor.

“What are you, Indian or Australian?” asks Old Lacy, the rich white squatter (rancher) appalled that his demands to the authorities to find his missing employee, Jeffrey Anderson, have brought Bony to his door.

The detective’s reply: “I am Australian, at least on my mother’s side. It is better to be half-Australian than not Australian at all.. . . colour is no bar to a keen man’s progress, providing he has twice the ability of his rivals.”

Bony will need all those abilities to find the missing man, who rode out to patrol fences five months previously, and despite intensive searches, has never been seen since. Anderson is -- or was -- a vicious brute. Did he abscond? Or is he the victim of richly-deserved foul play? Nobody except the law and Old Lacy (whose reason for concern will be revealed in the book’s climax) really wants to find him.

Arraigned against Bony in this ice-cold case are the Gordon family, who fear the involvement of the Kalchut tribe they have protected from government interference for generations; Old Lacy’s daughter Diana, in love with young John Gordon; and the Kalchuts themselves, who practice a diabolically effective form of black magic against Bony.

Upfield’s impassioned plea for the freedom of Aboriginal people from government and religious interference resounds through The Bone is Pointed, even more than in others of the series. But his writing is at its best when he simply revels in the book's dramatic landscape and the clash of its bigger than life personalities.

Bony’s story would later become an 1970’s Australian television series, with the detective played, to outcries from the Aboriginal community, by white actor James
Laurenson in ludicrously heavy dark makeup (and a spelling change).  See
www.classicaustraliantv.com/Boney.htm/.

(Next Wednesday Adventure classics continues an April of mystery with another unlikely detective, Earl Derr Biggers’ Charlie Chan, in Keeper of the Keys.)

Friday, April 8, 2011

Adventure classics – Murder Australian style



The Sands of Windee
by Arthur Upfield
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When a crime novel opens with the statement “Detective-Inspector Napoleon Bonaparte, of the Queensland police, was walking along a bush track on his way to Windee Station,” we expect the writer either to succeed astonishingly well or to fail grandly.  Australian Arthur Upfield’s 1931 story of how his half-aboriginal detective solved the case of a murder whose victim’s body had completely disappeared succeeded all too well, as Upfield learned when called to testify about an actual crime he had discussed with the murderer-to-be while researching his mystery plot.
 
Upfield’s father sent him to Australia from his native England after the young man failed to qualify as a real estate agent.  And after traveling across more real estate than he’d ever dreamed of as a boundary rider on the 2,000-mile long “rabbit-proof fence” in Western Australia.  Upfield had already written a few novels in the late 1920’s , but he needed an extraordinary plot to compete for readers’ attention in that golden age of detective stories.  What he needed, he decided, was not a body in the library puzzle of the sort beloved of authors such as Agatha Christie and Dorothy L. Sayers, but a mystery without a body, in the open spaces of the Australian Outback.

Upfield discussed methods of destroying bodies with several acquaintances before The Sands of Windee was published.  Unfortunately, a fellow boundary rider known as Snowy Rowles didn’t wait to read the book to learn how a murder can be investigated in the absence of a corpse before using Upfield’s methods.  Rowles was later hanged for the murder of one of the victims.

Real-life entanglements aside, Upfield’s true triumphs were the creation of Bony, a character brilliant, vain, heroic and complex enough to merit comparison to the Little Corporal; and in the sympathetic depiction of the culture of indigenous people in Australia.  Because what, after the local police have closed the case at Windee as a simple disappearance, prompts Bony to demand its reinvestigation as a murder?

Upfield writes:

Bony reached into his unrolled swag and produced a copy of Sergeant Morris’s picture taken with a cheap camera, and handed it to his interrogator.

“Look well!” he cried softly.  “You see the car.  What else?”

“Nothing but the trees in the background,” the sergeant admitted.

“Ah!  But cannot you see in that near tree a bleached sheep-bone attached to a bundle of sticks arranged like a woman’s fan?. . .   That is a blackfellows’ sign which reads:  ‘Beware of Spirits!  A white man was killed here!’”

(The Sands of Windee is available at www.amazon.com and www.alibris.com but I have not found a copy of the 2009 Australian television movie “3 Acts of Murder,” based on the Rowles case.  It was shown in the U.S. at the 2010 Nashville Film Festival.  Anyone know of a source?  Next week:  The Maltese Falcon, and how an overage Communist joined the U.S. Army and received burial in Arlington National Cemetery.)