From his website: (not sure whether it is ok to make this copy-paste thing.)
P. M. (Philip Maitland) Hubbard (1910-80)
Gothic Mysteries
The Gothic novel is much older than the detective story, although there has always been an amount of mystery in the genre. P.M. Hubbard did not have a series detective -- in fact he rarely had a detective in the true sense at all, although his protagonists often made deductions -- but his books can be classified as mystery novels with a large admixture of the 'Gothic', always involving greed, passion, and homicide as well as grotesque horror, a tried and true amalgamation that has always been a sub-genre of mystery fiction. His greatest skill was in startling the reader by throwing in a sudden shock in the midst of some clean, straightforward prose (much like LeFanu and Richard Hughes, for example):
"I cannot stand dead and broken things...." [A Hive of Glass]
Note, as an aside, the narrator's basic indifference to the fate of poor Levinson, but rather an egoistic reaction as to how he was affected -- most of Hubbard's protagonists are basically amoral and self-centered. Another of Hubbard's characteristics is a great skill in describing an outré environment, usually involving an unpleasant landscape with mud, overgrown trees, and rotting smells. In fact, he overdoes that as one will find on a marathon read -- one can only take so much of stinking tidal mud-flats bordered by a sinister wood. And he tends to be depressing; one needs to be in the mood for that.
Hubbard himself had an interesting life: winner of the Newdigate poetry prize at Oxford, member of the Indian Civil Service for many years before independence, contributor to the magazine 'Punch', among other things (never a truck driver or cowhand, though). Definitely one of the best of the mystery writers of the 20th Century.
Although he is not strictly a detective-story writer, Hubbard was admired by critics as varied as Boucher and Barzun, and was lauded by 'mainstream' critics for his wit, clean prose style, and characterization. He counts as a 'Golden Age' author, not for when his books were written, but for when he was born, because he was a contemporary of many of the late classical mystery writers. -- Grobius 10/2003
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Bibliography
[* superior, ** superb]
Flush As May (1963) -- A good debut based on the hoary old device of somebody out for a walk discovering a dead body, which then disappears. There is something sinister going on in this English village, built along a prehistoric ley line. Pagan survivals and a conspiracy of silence, as of course one might predict. Nicely done, though, even if so subtly that nothing seems to happen.
Picture of Millie * (1964) -- An atypical Hubbard (well-adapted characters with little malice or amorality). The story has the death by drowning at a seaside resort village (middle-class boatsmen) in the West Country of a visiting vampish woman; the men in her life here are well described. Although there is no suspicion of murder, we, as readers, of course know better. The author shows his skill at one-liners (e.g., "There couldn't be any eternal triangle with the Trents. It was more like a perpetual polygon." Also "...he saw Mr Menloe was smiling. The effect was slightly ghastly, as if the Hound of the Baskervilles had suddenly wagged its tail."). Another plus is also his fine descriptive abilities when it comes to landscapes and environment. In this case, for example, an excellent description of an excursion by fishing boat under the cliffs on a fine calm day that to the reader is actually experience. What is also intriguing is how the victim was perceived and regarded differently by the other characters, hence the title. Slow-starting, but an exciting ending, with a scary scene on the cliffs and a real surprise at the end of the book. (Unusually for this author, the protagonist is a police detective, someone we readers would have liked to meet again, who is on vacation.)
A Hive of Glass ** (1965) -- Johnnie Slade, while sybaritic as to sex and food, is an obsessed collector of antique glassware (as are his closest friends). We all know how fanatical collectors behave when they sniff out a new morsel; there is no surprise that this is what happens in this book. With a vengeance. One of the best efforts in the mystery genre on this theme, with many scenes of gruesome violence, evil and obnoxious characters, and unpleasant settings (the seaside 'village' of Grane). The female co-protagonist is an excellent example of another person driven to amoral behavior and egoism (in her case, involving greed, hatred, and a sexual penchant for older men). There is a scene when the hero, while driving the two of them down a dark road at night, hits and kills a deer being chased by a giant hound, and our dear Claudia goes after the dog with the bloody torn-off antler out of sheer wantonness. The ending, in an abandoned mine, is gruesome and exciting. Great book.
The Holm Oaks ** (1966) -- Unrelentingly creepy and depressing. There is something that will haunt you forever about the fate of the hero's wife in the dark holm oak copse behind the flat seashore, where she goes at night to hunt the wild nicticorax (a bird that sounds like someone vomiting) with her tape recorder, not knowing that their hostile neighbor has introduced a herd of feral Tamworth pigs, particularly revolting animals, into the wood. The final sentence reads: "I stumbled...along the beach, with the empty gun in my hands, full of a growing consciousness of total and intolerable loss."
The Tower (1967) --
The Country of Again * (1968) --
Cold Waters (1969) --
High Tide * (1970) --
The Dancing Man ** (1971) --
The Whisper in the Glen * (1972) --
A Rooted Sorrow (1973) --
A Thirsty Evil (1974) --
The Graveyard * (1975) --
The Causeway * (1976) --
The Quiet River (1978) --