Sand on the Gumshoe: a century of Australian crime writing

Despite Batchelor’s very British evocation of the gentleman amateur and Wright’s lady sleuths, the fascination with the conventionally employed police detective, which characterised Australian authors from Mrs Fortune in the 1860s onwards, continued dominant.

Paul McGuire, foreign correspondent, diplomat and Australia ’s first ambassador to Italy, neatly packaged a career as a crime novelist into the decades from 1931. His 16 novels began with Murder in Borstal (London, Skeffington, 1931 as The Black Rose Murder, New York, Bretano 1932) and included the quite brilliant Burial Service (London, Heinema

In the development of Australian crime writing, it was not until quite late that thrillers became an established form. Paul Brickhill, famous for his classic books of World War II, The Dam Busters (London, Evans Brothers, 1951; New York, Ballantine 1965), The Great Escape (London, Faber & Faber, 1951) and Reach for the Sky (London, Collins, 1954), turned overseas for what was then a very contemporary plot. His entirely gripping thriller, The Deadline (Sydney and London, Collins, 1962; as War of Nerves, New York, Morrow, 1963), is set in Paris where an Australian tourist who has witnessed the murder of a French politician strives to avoid the attentions of an Algerian assassin.

Ian Hamilton also broke the traditional mould and reflected the changing shape of popular culture with a few mysteries starring Pete Heysen, a television journalist. Heysen’s first outing was The Persecutor (London, Constable, 1965) and The Man With The Brown Paper Face (London, Constable, and Philadelphia, Lippincott, 1967). Hamilton was clearly comfortable with the American ‘hip’ style and seemed more at ease with the then current spate of United States television adventures and caper movies than the time-worn conventions of police procedurals. There was a cop in Hamilton ’s novels, one Detective-Sergeant Brockhurst of the remarkably populous Sydney C.I.B., but his role was to act as an official foil for Heysen. At best the books are good fun although they have not weathered the years favourably. Re-reading Hamilton is like watching re-runs of television’s The Mod Squad, an exercise in nostalgia that doesn’t seem quite so satisfying the second time around.

The Pulps

Whilst the mainstream publishers kept to the traditional areas of the genre, the police dominance of Australian crime writing was largely broken by the pulp writers. ‘Yellowbacks’ and ‘pulps’, although derisive terms for the working class of publishing, were the heirs of the popular magazines of the nineteenth and early twentieth century and the source of a gradual revolution in Australian crime writing.

The immortal Nick Carter, for example, visited these shores in An Australian Klondike (New York, Street & Smith, 1896). This title was one of no less than 437 in the Carter series written by Frederick van Rensselaer Dey who was engaged in 1891 by Street & Smith to continue the character initiated by John Coryell. An Australian Klondike only used idealised outback settings, for Dey never allowed the trials of either travel or serious research to stand in the way of his feverish production of these dime novels. The fact that he produced all his Nick Carter adventures in just 21 years goes a great way toward explaining his haste.

The most interesting feature of An Australian Klondike is that it is set in the bush, an environment which many Australian writers eschewed. With the exception of Upfield, Courtier, Randolph Bedford, Nancy Graham, Helen Mace, Estelle Thompson and the all too brief career of A.E. Martin, very little crime literature had an exclusively rural setting. It seems the only crime many authors considered worth writing about occurred in the cities. The pulps continued this single minded approach, particularly during the 1950s, when they really started to steam.

Anybody who suggests that there was no production of pulp crime fiction in Australia should look no further than the mass of periodicals and paperback series such as Adam, Man, Cavalier, Male, Detective Fiction, Famous Detective Stories, Leisure Detective, Action Detective and the Shilling Thriller series which prospered in these years.

One of the best was the short-lived Detective Fiction. Published by Frank Johnson it began in 1949 and employed an army of writers producing some remarkably good stories. Frank Walford, crocodile hunter and journalist, had written a stream of popular novels from the 1930s before his work appeared regularly in Detective Fiction. In stories such as ‘The Flame Pearl’, ‘The Spare Parts’ and ‘The Polished Razor’ he featured a series character, Dr Frederick Norman. Other notable writers included the husband and wife team Richard and Alfreda Phillips (‘The Case of Mamie Parish’ and ‘The Case of the Life Sized Doll’) and Norman Way with stories such as ‘You Can’t Be Too Careful’ and ‘Framed’. In addition to Detective Fiction there were other magazines for which the pulp writers toiled furiously.

Of the mass of pulp writers Max Afford was unquestionably the best. In his time Afford was renowned as a famous radio script writer. One of his best known programmes, Danger Unlimited, chronicled the deductive exploits of Jeffrey Blackburn. A former professor of mathematics, Blackburn and his wife Elizabeth, exhibiting just the slightest hint of Nick and Nora Charles, also appeared in Afford’s print writing, notably in such light and enjoyable novels as Blood on His Hands (London, Long, 1936; Sydney, Frank Johnson, 1945,). Set during Melbourne ’s cente

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