Note: I accessed a digital review copy of this book through Edelweiss. ( )

I've been wanting to read The Hollow Man (aka The Three Coffins) for ages, but I've been stubbornly waiting until I found an older edition (mission: impossible), rather than buying a spiffy new reprint. But when Otto Penzler's American Mystery Classics released this spiffy new reprint with it's classic looking cover, I caved.

In Penzler's introduction, he refers to this as one of Dickson Carr's masterpieces. It's the only one I've read –so far– but I'll agree with him in principle, because I can't imagine the mysteries he'd have had to write to knock this one out of, say, his top 3 (we'll take it as read that The Hollow Man occupies the first spot). The writing is sublime, the humor is well timed and a perfect blend of American and UK wit, and the plotting is incredible. The ending... well, the ending is twisty and dodgy and Dickson Carr uses one of my favorite devices; one I think elevates the story to another level.

Woven within the narrative is Dickson Carr's ode to books; to a good mystery; the legitimacy of genre literature; to the love of reading and the places it can take you. Round about the edges are tip of the hats to Conan Doyle and more obviously, his friend and debate partner, G.K. Chesterton.

My reading was constantly interrupted by real life, which I feel hampered my ability to 'play along', though, ironically, I did guess the murderer in the end, purely because the fractured reading left me misunderstanding what I thought was a 'big' clue.

All in all an incredibly entertaining read; I'd recommend it to anyone who enjoys a good, classic mystery, with the caveat that it is best read when the reader has time to devote to it. ( )

Warning: This review contains spoilers

For a description of the plot, I can’t do any better than what’s on the back of the American Mystery Classics edition:

At the hand of an outrageous prankster, top hats are going missing all over London, snatched from the heads of some of the city’s most powerful people—but is the hat thief the same as the person responsible for stealing a lost story by Edgar Allan Poe, the manuscript of which has just disappeared from the collection of Sir William Bitton? Unlike the manuscript, the hats don’t stay stolen for long, each one reappearing in unexpected and conspicuous places shortly after being taken: on the top of a Trafalgar Square statue, hanging from a Scotland Yard lamppost, and now, in the foggy depths of the Tower of London, on the head of a corpse with a crossbow bolt through the heart. Amateur detective and lexicographer Dr. Gideon Fell is on the case, and when the dead man is identified as the nephew of the collector, he discovers that the connections underlying the bizarre and puzzling crimes may be more intimate than initially expected.

It’s just totally bananapants and I love it. The setting was definitely a draw—death at the Tower of London is suitably macabre. And the way Carr writes about these settings always has me totally convinced that he is British, even though he is actually American. The only thing that felt in any way stereotypically American was the description of Laura Bitton—she’s got a full bosom and is wearing a slinky dress, which doesn’t feel like something a British writer of the period would have written about or noticed (at least not among the writers I’ve read).

Gideon Fell makes an amusing sleuth, because he doesn’t take himself seriously and he has a good working relationship with the police. He helps them out, but he doesn’t think they’re dumb, as many amateur sleuths might do. And the police get some amusing dialogue as well; my favourite was when the chief inspector did his impression of Socratic dialogue and asked why nobody in these dialogues whacked Socrates over the head with an obelisk.

I did feel the solution went a bit like M. Bencolin (one of Carr’s other sleuths), in that a perfectly plausible solution was presented, and the reader thinks “Great, the case is closed!” except PSYCH! it isn’t, actually — here’s what happened. To be fair, though, this book did that only once, whereas the one Bencolin book I read had like three different PSYCH! moments.

I would for sure recommend this if you’re interested in checking out John Dickson Carr’s work and you like British Golden Age writers as well. But maybe get a cover to hide the really creepy Mad Hatter on the cover of the American Mystery Classics edition. ( )

This was my fourth Carr book and seeing the amazing skill of the writer to weave a perfect mystery i wish to continue the Carr books with pleasure.
As far as this book is concerned..i can only highly recommend it. Rest is for you to explore. All the best. ( )

This Golden Age mystery not only involves a "mad hatter" (someone stealing hats off people's heads and then leaving them prominently displayed elsewhere) but also a murdered man at the Tower of London who is wearing one of these stolen hats.

I enjoyed this very much and found Dr. Fell less bombastic than usual. However, it struck me as an atypical Carr mystery since it wasn't a true locked room or impossible mystery. Everyone was prevented from leaving the Tower once the body was found but there was a period of time when people could come in or go out. ( )