BLUES BAND MASKS, HJ MAGOG PUBLISHING SIMON R / POLICE RESCUE, 1937
Charleval, the former private detective, is hired by a young girl to find her missing fiancé.
In a few pages, the novel is launched. The fiance is held by a band organized and ill-intentioned coveting the legacy of the girl. popular hero in the service of love, then hand deliver Charleval risking his own life.
The plot is sewn with white thread, but by its frugality bland, it proves fully satisfactory. For Henri Jeanne Magog do not complicate life . Deductive logic specific to police novels of the period, the balance it squarely nettles. For him, it is primarily an adventure story it is and here it is and who revels in the accumulation of small improbable fantasies as tasty.
secret passages, hidden in gardens cranes idle, but obscure underground equipped phone modern. And especially this band of followers, not versed in any religion but rather in occult very flat and very stupid financial tricks .
The fiance of the girl, I have already said, they kidnapped to get their hands on the legacy of the latter. The trick is stale in a few paragraphs but our clown masked démordent do not. They cling even as the villains of operetta they are supposed to be.
Charleval pursues so relentlessly through the four stories that make up this volume. The first of them in ruins haunted the second takes place Monival-Sur-Mer (and I think, will understand, Bart Keister ), the third in a mansion and the latest England.
Gradually Magog loose rein to his imagination . In order of appearance, we came across a furious bat, a giant octopus killing a dwarf fan of the joys of outdoor cinema and a hotel sexy and mouse poison (but are not they all?)
In his frenzy in a crescendo, as the author seems unable to stop . Unfortunately, his novel is only 250 pages. Unable to go further. These are the laws of publishing. The distribution of leaflets has been sparse and the final is often found in large widths sloppy.
it is quite the case here . The Blues Band Masks sprints like crazy on the latest cubits and its conclusion exudes bitterness of small resignations.
For this book, I wanted more . Ever. I would even imagine the story as free from force numbered and stretching luxuriously in soap opera River. The result would have surely been indigestible to long (the novel as it will be already for some) but almost hypnotic rhythm of adventures, more will grow Magog that make possible the most ridiculously improbable things all play heavily in favor of this unworkable fantasy.
However, it should get off my cloud and face reality. Masks of the Gang of Blues, it remains a novel cut too short. But there is also
text naive to the effects rudimentary and, in its final form, perfectly personifies the popular story of the 30s: Twists incessant purity sentimental and enchantment at the lowest price.
The formula was designed to thrill the little gullible but, miracle of simple things, she always fly today .
Witness the frank smile that these 250 pages were printed on my face.
Say that somehow, The Blues Band Masks is like an old music box that would continue to shell the melody despite rust clogging the tiny mechanical.
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