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A Delivery of Furies
Book by Victor Canning
280 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1961
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Victor Canning
165 books60 followersVictor Canning was a prolific writer of novels and thrillers who flourished in the 1950s, '60s and '70s, but whose reputation has faded since his death in 1986. He was personally reticent, writing no memoirs and giving relatively few newspaper interviews.
Canning was born in Plymouth, Devon, the eldest child of a coach builder, Fred Canning, and his wife May, née Goold. During World War I his father served as an ambulance driver in France and Flanders, while he with his two sisters went to live in the village of Calstock ten miles north of Plymouth, where his uncle Cecil Goold worked for the railways and later became station master. After the war the family returned to Plymouth. In the mid 1920s they moved to Oxford where his father had found work, and Victor attended the Oxford Central School. Here he was encouraged to stay on at school and go to university by a classical scholar, Dr. Henderson, but the family could not afford it and instead Victor went to work as a clerk in the education office at age 16.
Within three years he had started selling short stories to boys’ magazines and in 1934, his first novel. Mr. Finchley Discovers his England, was accepted by Hodder and Stoughton and became a runaway best seller. He gave up his job and started writing full time, producing thirteen more novels in the next six years under three different names. Lord Rothermere engaged him to write for the Daily Mail, and a number of his travel articles for the Daily Mail were collected as a book with illustrations by Leslie Stead under the title Everyman's England in 1936. He also continued to write short stories.
He married Phyllis McEwen in 1935, a girl from a theatrical family whom he met while she was working with a touring vaudeville production at Weston-super-Mare. They had three daughters, Lindel born in 1939, Hilary born in 1940, and Virginia who was born in 1942, but died in infancy.
In 1940 he enlisted in the Army, and was sent for training with the Royal Artillery in Llandrindod Wells in mid-Wales, where he trained alongside his friend Eric Ambler. Both were commissioned as second lieutenants in 1941. Canning worked in anti-aircraft batteries in the south of England until early 1943, when he was sent to North Africa and took part in the Allied invasion of Sicily and the Italian campaigns. At the end of the war he was assigned to an Anglo-American unit doing experimental work with radar range-finding. It was top secret work but nothing to do with espionage, though Canning never discouraged the assumption of publishers and reviewers that his espionage stories were partly based on experience. He was discharged in 1946 with the rank of major.
He resumed writing with The Chasm (1947), a novel about identifying a Nazi collaborator who has hidden himself in a remote Italian village. A film of this was planned but never finished. Canning’s next book, Panther’s Moon, was filmed as Spy Hunt, and from now on Canning was established as someone who could write a book a year in the suspense genre, have them reliably appear in book club and paperback editions on both sides of the Atlantic, be translated into the main European languages, and in many cases get filmed. He himself spent a year in Hollywood working on scripts for movies of his own books and on TV shows. The money earned from the film of The Golden Salamander (filmed with Trevor Howard) meant that Canning could buy a substantial country house with some land in Kent, Marle Place, where he lived for nearly twenty years and where his daughter continues to live now. From the mid 1950s onwards his books became more conventional, full of exotic settings, stirring action sequences and stock characters. In 1965 he began a series of four books featuring a private detective called Rex Carver, and these were among his most successful in sales terms.
He died in 1986.
Canning was born in Plymouth, Devon, the eldest child of a coach builder, Fred Canning, and his wife May, née Goold. During World War I his father served as an ambulance driver in France and Flanders, while he with his two sisters went to live in the village of Calstock ten miles north of Plymouth, where his uncle Cecil Goold worked for the railways and later became station master. After the war the family returned to Plymouth. In the mid 1920s they moved to Oxford where his father had found work, and Victor attended the Oxford Central School. Here he was encouraged to stay on at school and go to university by a classical scholar, Dr. Henderson, but the family could not afford it and instead Victor went to work as a clerk in the education office at age 16.
Within three years he had started selling short stories to boys’ magazines and in 1934, his first novel. Mr. Finchley Discovers his England, was accepted by Hodder and Stoughton and became a runaway best seller. He gave up his job and started writing full time, producing thirteen more novels in the next six years under three different names. Lord Rothermere engaged him to write for the Daily Mail, and a number of his travel articles for the Daily Mail were collected as a book with illustrations by Leslie Stead under the title Everyman's England in 1936. He also continued to write short stories.
He married Phyllis McEwen in 1935, a girl from a theatrical family whom he met while she was working with a touring vaudeville production at Weston-super-Mare. They had three daughters, Lindel born in 1939, Hilary born in 1940, and Virginia who was born in 1942, but died in infancy.
In 1940 he enlisted in the Army, and was sent for training with the Royal Artillery in Llandrindod Wells in mid-Wales, where he trained alongside his friend Eric Ambler. Both were commissioned as second lieutenants in 1941. Canning worked in anti-aircraft batteries in the south of England until early 1943, when he was sent to North Africa and took part in the Allied invasion of Sicily and the Italian campaigns. At the end of the war he was assigned to an Anglo-American unit doing experimental work with radar range-finding. It was top secret work but nothing to do with espionage, though Canning never discouraged the assumption of publishers and reviewers that his espionage stories were partly based on experience. He was discharged in 1946 with the rank of major.
He resumed writing with The Chasm (1947), a novel about identifying a Nazi collaborator who has hidden himself in a remote Italian village. A film of this was planned but never finished. Canning’s next book, Panther’s Moon, was filmed as Spy Hunt, and from now on Canning was established as someone who could write a book a year in the suspense genre, have them reliably appear in book club and paperback editions on both sides of the Atlantic, be translated into the main European languages, and in many cases get filmed. He himself spent a year in Hollywood working on scripts for movies of his own books and on TV shows. The money earned from the film of The Golden Salamander (filmed with Trevor Howard) meant that Canning could buy a substantial country house with some land in Kent, Marle Place, where he lived for nearly twenty years and where his daughter continues to live now. From the mid 1950s onwards his books became more conventional, full of exotic settings, stirring action sequences and stock characters. In 1965 he began a series of four books featuring a private detective called Rex Carver, and these were among his most successful in sales terms.
He died in 1986.
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May 13, 2018
On the whole, not a bad adventure story.
The characterisation is strong, and I liked several of the characters very much - Drea, Monk, Parkes, Eglantina, Katrina.
What really bugged me, though, was how utterly self-absorbed the hero is. He had improved a little by the end. A very little. But he really didn't learn much at all, and it was clear that at the end of the story, his general outlook was pretty much identical to what it had been at the beginning. His actions are all driven by what he wants - what he thinks will make him happy, make him feel better. And he never really takes responsibility for the way his actions affect others - which is often substantially. As far as we know, after the story ends he's going to continue exactly as he did before, and make poor Drea miserable.
And he seems to think he's superior to everybody else he meets, which made it hard to like him. I got the strong impression that he believed everybody in the world existed for his own convenience.
Also, the thinking behind the story seems to be pretty androcentric. I was prepared for that, and I suppose, for the time it was written, the author has made a fairly decent fist of writing a strong female character in Drea. Even Katrina showed strength in many ways. Credit where it's due.
But there's still that underlying idea that the world revolves around men, and that their concerns are of more importance than those of women. It was probably unconscious on the part of the author, and as I say, I was prepared for it in a book written in the early 60s - but that doesn't make it any less unpleasant.
The characterisation is strong, and I liked several of the characters very much - Drea, Monk, Parkes, Eglantina, Katrina.
What really bugged me, though, was how utterly self-absorbed the hero is. He had improved a little by the end. A very little. But he really didn't learn much at all, and it was clear that at the end of the story, his general outlook was pretty much identical to what it had been at the beginning. His actions are all driven by what he wants - what he thinks will make him happy, make him feel better. And he never really takes responsibility for the way his actions affect others - which is often substantially. As far as we know, after the story ends he's going to continue exactly as he did before, and make poor Drea miserable.
And he seems to think he's superior to everybody else he meets, which made it hard to like him. I got the strong impression that he believed everybody in the world existed for his own convenience.
Also, the thinking behind the story seems to be pretty androcentric. I was prepared for that, and I suppose, for the time it was written, the author has made a fairly decent fist of writing a strong female character in Drea. Even Katrina showed strength in many ways. Credit where it's due.
But there's still that underlying idea that the world revolves around men, and that their concerns are of more importance than those of women. It was probably unconscious on the part of the author, and as I say, I was prepared for it in a book written in the early 60s - but that doesn't make it any less unpleasant.
January 3, 2022
Re-read prior 2010 in surrey fields.
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