Fifth, roughly, of Tey's novels of Inspector Alan Grant, but not
detective fiction in the conventional sense. Stuck on his back in
hospital after being injured on the job, Grant becomes bored, and
finds himself looking into the murder of the Princes in the Tower.
Of course, this is not scholarship, for all it's presented as
such. The root of Grant's puzzlement is in his vaunted ability to read
faces (which comes put in other Tey too, notably The Franchise
Affair), leading him to feel that this portrait of Richard cannot
be the face of a great monster. Tey clearly believed in being able to
diagnose criminality from physiognomy, and while it's not as blatantly
dated as racist asides would have been, it leaves someting of a sour
taste to this modern reader. (And this is a portrait, not a
photograph…)
While there was undoubtedly real research behind the writing of the
book, Tey has selected her material to make this function as a work of
fiction, from the first seeds of doubt to the collapse of the
conventional narrative and finally the resolution that even if the
mainstream historical version is rot the convenient legends are never
going to be eliminated. Sometimes it's just a bit too contrived, a bit
too certain that the good people are always honest and the bad
people are always lying.
On the other hand it clearly brought the matter to the attention of
many people who would never otherwise have thought of reading
historical revisionism. I barely know enough history to say "hang on a
minute" (the book's Wikipedia
page gives a
decent summary of its arguments and some of their problems), but taken
as a narrative it's still well worth reading.
Freely available in Canada at Faded
Page.
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