Remembering ruth rendell, master of smart and socially aware suspense

When the news of Ruth Rendell's death broke last weekend, I searched for some of her novels on my mystery bookshelves. Rendell, 85, wrote more than 60 novels, so I should've been

able to find a few, but no dice. I'm forever giving Rendell's novels away to people who need a good book. What made Rendell extraordinary was her consummate simplicity. As a

writer, she was akin to the medieval artist Giotto — or at least to the apocryphal story about Giotto, who, when asked to submit a sample of his work to the pope, proceeded to dip a brush in

red paint and draw a perfect circle freehand. Likewise, Rendell flawlessly executed the basic elements of the classic British detective novel. Unlike the books written by her good friend

and fellow mystery master P.D. James, Rendell's Chief Inspector Wexford novels aren't distinguished by their vivid off-kilter settings or by the Holmes-ian quirks of a loner

detective. Instead, when "Reg" Wexford was introduced in 1964 in Rendell's debut, _From Doon With Death_, readers met Detective Normal — a middle-aged married man with

children, whose politics leaned left and who liked to open up a good book at the end of a rough day. Crimes in Wexford's world were committed in mundane locales: busy roads, suburban

villas and even vicarages. The Wexford novels are as traditionally British as a hunk of bloody roast beef — overlaid, that is, with a piquant sauce of nouvelle social criticism. Because what

Rendell _did_ add to the basic formula was a contemporary awareness of racism and sexism. The vicar whose body is discovered in that vicarage in the Wexford novel called _No Man's

Nightingale_ is not your standard-issue Agatha Christie cleric, but rather a mixed-race single mother named Sarah Hussain, whose position as an ordained priest in the Church of England

doesn't sit well with all her congregants. Another recent Wexford novel called _Not In The Flesh_ opens in time-honored fashion with a truffle-hunting hound unearthing the skeletal

remains of a human hand in the English countryside. The story soon veers into less traditional byways when Wexford confronts the brutality of female genital mutilation among a community of

Somali immigrants. By the way, Rendell, who was made a commander of the Order of the British Empire and sat in the House of Lords for Labour, campaigned in "real life" as well as

in her fiction against the practice of female circumcision. One of the British obituaries for Rendell wisely pointed out that, through her death, we readers have lost not one, but two

legendary suspense writers. That's because Rendell, starting in 1986, began writing more nuanced, intricate novels of psychological suspense under the pen name Barbara Vine. Many years

ago, a friend left a copy of _A Dark-Adapted Eye,_ Barbara Vine's first novel, outside my apartment door with a note that said: "I wish I were reading this novel for the first

time." That was one of the best gifts I've ever received and, subsequently, I've probably bought and given away more copies of that novel than any other. Rendell was a great

admirer of Henry James and her Barbara Vine novels retrospectively trace a main character's dawning awareness of something "off" in his or her world. Here's a snippet

from the opening of a recent Vine novel, called The Child's Child, in which two 20-something siblings inherit their grandmother's mansion. Our narrator, Grace, explains why she and

her brother Andrew made the decision to live there together: Surely [we thought] a house with four living-rooms, six bedrooms, and three bathrooms ... was big enough for a man and woman who

always got on with each other. ... There was only one thing we never thought about, though why not I don't know. We were both young, and ... each had had several partners, and one of

us, perhaps both, was likely to have a lover living in. In Andrew's case that happened quite soon after we moved in. You already know from the get-go that situation isn't going to

end well; the thrill, of course, lies in discovering why. A final stand-alone Rendell novel called _Dark Corners_ is scheduled for publication this October. Like so many of her other fans,

I'm grateful to have one last Rendell mystery ahead of me to read for the first time. Copyright 2021 Fresh Air. To see more, visit Fresh Air.