This is the third crime novel I have read by this author who, for a brief period in the 1930s and early 40s was bracketed with Agatha Christie and Dorothy Sayers, but who is now all but forgotten. Her most famous novel (relatively speaking) was The Wheel Spins, which was the inspiration for Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes film (one or two of her other novels were also adapted for Iess well known films). This one is about poison pen letters besmirching the reputations of ostensibly respectable community figures in a nameless idyllic village somewhere in "a hollow of the Downs" in the south of England. As sometimes with other novels written in the same era, the characters seem more outdated to me than those in some 19th century novels. The plot unravels fairly dramatically, with deaths and suicides following on from the early poison letters, and seemed more focused than one of her other novels I read last year, Wax. The mystery is eventually solved by an outside amateur sleuth. Quite a good read. ( )

Originally published in 1932, Fear Stalks the Village by Ethel Lina White opens in a quiet country hamlet that is described as idyllic. The inhabitants are friendly and the harmony that the residents share ensures an active social life of garden and tea parties. But there is something going on just under the surface, someone is sending anonymous letters that threaten to expose people’s darkest secrets. Eventually deaths start to occur, forced suicides as people seek to escape exposure. The poisonous letters keep coming and the local vicar, deeply disturbed by these events, calls on his friend, amateur detective, Ignatius Brown to solve the mystery.

Although rather slow moving, I enjoyed this story. The author, after describing this picture-perfect village then sets an atmosphere of fear and paranoia as everyone wonders who is behind the poisonous letters. More of a character study than an actual mystery, the author scatters red herrings about, having us look suspiciously at first one villager than another. Even though the amateur detective held his cards very close to his chest, I did figure out who was sending the poison letters, but this did not take away from my reading pleasure as I found Fear Stalks the Village to be both interesting and unusual enough to hold my attention. ( )

In a small, beautiful village tucked away in a corner of the south of England, life is very pleasant indeed. Everyone is contented in their place: everyone gets along, everyone does their duty, everyone reaps the mutual benefits; there is no unemployment, no conflict, no scandal; at least until the first poison-pen letter arrives... Like a number of Ethel Lina White's novels, this 1932 work is predominantly an examination of the psychology of an isolated community. The village, with its almost unnatural beauty, and its definitely unnatural level of symbiotic happiness, strikes the reader as so precariously balanced that a single rough wind might be sufficient to tip it over---and that wind comes soon enough. However, the novel's attitude to the subsequent events is unexpected: instead of a cynical tale of the horrors lurking behind a beautiful façade, Fear Stalks The Village contends that the perfections of the village are real - real, precious and fragile. (That said, some of its alleged perfections may be problematic for the modern reader, such as the lack of rebellion against the rigidly enforced class structure.) There is no general rot, but a single worm in the apple, which must be found and rooted out before something unique is destroyed by its poisonous effects. In its second half, Fear Stalks The Village turns into a detective story of sorts. No-one wants the police involved, but the local minister, Simon Blake, summons to the village an old friend, Ignatius Brown, a dilettante with a taste for puzzles and a high opinion of himself. Brown sets about investigating what he believes to be, but finds almost impossible to prove, is a growing epidemic of poison-pen letters. Amazingly to everyone, the first recipient of a letter is the village's elderly doyenne, Miss Decima Asprey. There is an unspoken connection between the saintly Miss Asprey and the minister, in that both of them, in the past, worked themselves into a breakdown in the service of others; both subsequently retreated to the village to heal their physical and psychological scars. When Miss Asprey receives a letter accusing her of being no better than the "fallen women" she used to help, she insists upon showing its contents to Mr Blake. Their conversation is intended to be private but a servant overhears, and soon the whole village knows: the consequences are suspicion, alienation, misery, and death...

    Suicide is an ugly word. Everyone shied from it, so that it remained unspoken. But, before nightfall, the village was stiff with conflicting rumours. It was whispered that Miss Corner had been the victim of a baseless suspicion---since the anonymous letter-writer had proved her innocence---in primitive fashion---with a lethal puncture of toxin.
    Everyone was overcome with pity and remorse. The doctor said that she had taken, in error, an overdose of sleeping-mixture. This story was accepted, as coming from an official source, especially as Miss Corner's slap-dash methods were well-known, and the episode of the smashed glasses was authentic.
    Besides, everyone wanted to believe it...