Iris Cooper is the unflappable
flapper, pretty coed sleuth, and protagonist narrator of three novels by K.K.
Beck: Death in a Deck Chair, Murder in a Mummy Case, and Peril Under the Palms. When we first
meet Iris, she’s just finished traveling around the world with her Aunt
Hermione.
Whatever exotic experiences she
had on her trip, however, is nothing compared to the adventure that awaits on
the trip home. Cruising back to America, Iris encounters a bevy of characters
of all ages, nationalities, and personalities. And, as the title Death in a Deck Chair suggests, not all
of these characters survive. What unfolds is a sort of frothy whodunnit
reminiscent of Agatha Christie’s Murder
on the Orient Express.
Murder in a Mummy Case finds Iris back in the US, this time
visiting the family of a boyfriend from college—a family that just happens to
be rich and live in a California mansion. Every person in that mansion is
eccentric, and I found myself mentally casting characters from old noir movies
like The Thin Man. Shifty
clairvoyants, lounge lizards, Chinese gangsters, and carnival folk all connect
into this plot.
In Peril Under the Palms, Iris is on the move again, this time
visiting Hawaii with her Aunt Hermione as well as chaperoning her friend
Antoinette and Antoinette’s fiancé. Like the unfortunate Poirot and Miss
Marple, however, Iris simply can’t go anywhere without stumbling across a dead
body. Iris doesn’t just uncover a murder or two during this mystery: she also unearths
a decades-old secret that some people would rather keep buried.
I read these novels several
years back, and really loved them. They’re not as thematically deep as Christie’s
novels, but Iris is a clever, brave, and interesting character whose narration
keeps the plot moving along at a jaunty, entertaining pace. Even upon my recent
rereading, I didn’t necessarily remember or detect the culprit.
There are a few things I didn’t
like about the novels. First, that some of the climaxes seemed to lack the “dramatic
reveal” that would have made Iris’ character really come across as a brilliant
sleuth. Second, that although many of the secondary characters are given plenty
to do, the main characters—Iris and Aunt Hermione included—don’t get much development
even over three books. The novels are set in the late 1920s, and it seems at
times that space that could have been used in character development was used
instead to make historical references to Prohibition and such. Third, the end
of Peril Under the Palms seems to
stop short of a really satisfying conclusion to the series, leaving several
things hanging or unexplored. We never do see Iris in her “natural environment,”
or meet any other relatives aside from Hermione. Even Iris’s friends don’t seem
like the type of people she would be close to, as they all seem sort of frivolous
and not really the type of people she would have befriended enough to visit or
travel with in the first place.
Actually, I really wish the
books had been longer. Not that I want the pace slowed down necessarily, but I wish
that the little side plots that serve as red herrings would actually serve a
purpose beyond being merely red
herrings. And I also wish that there had been more in the series: the end of
the series is rather abrupt and leaves so many questions, and not the sort of “open
ended” conclusion where the reader is invited to imagine their own
continuations, but rather a sudden stop where you check the back of the book to
be sure you’re not missing the last pages. I would have liked to see Iris have
more adventures at home and abroad.
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