em.thompson, Elliefant’s Graveyard: The Curious Case of the Throatslit Man (Eccentric Directions 2024)
Rookie PC Heather Prendergast and her ‘guv’ are on their way to give bad tidings to a relative. DI Cummings, as is usual in these stories, is terrible at detecting and unwilling to grant his smarter underling a voice.
It’s a run-down shop along Holloway Road, and it appears the bereaved widow ain’t so bereaved as all that. Ruby Fantoni gives them a good lashing of colourful dialect, until she snuffs it, too. Daughter Ellie, a wiz at repairing broken appliances, is devastated. She drives her repair van to the Fantonis’ native Huddersford, planning to end it all. But then, she meets a quirky family who needs her help.
Prendergast of the Yard is cleverer than her boss gives her credit for, and she decides to solve it on her own—the Curious Case of the Throatslit Man and his Tumblestairs Wife. She, too, travels to Huddersford, where she uncovers a web of corruption and all sorts of wackiness.
Prendergast has quite a ‘mouth’ on her, and her sassy dialogue with her boss, with service people and suspects, is hilarious. Even the way she goes about investigating the crime is funny. She purports to being a cookery journalist researching a piece on Sicilian gnocchi smuggling. We almost lose track of the murder investigation amongst all the silliness, but we pick it back up toward the end.
Thompson has a distinctive writing style, very creative with vocabulary. He makes mashups of metaphors and legends like ‘try, try again like Spiderman the Bruce’. He takes verbs and makes them into adverbs, nouns are turned into verbs ‘coupdegrassed’, ‘marmaladed pride’, ‘longmarried sufferance’, ‘houdinied’, ‘bruiseyfruit and festerveg’ and ‘shrivelcuts’ of meat.
A desk is ‘overflowing with in-trays, out-trays, pending-trays, tea-trays, post-it notes, forget-it notes, f***-it notes and this-high stacks of paperwork’. ‘Hippopotomonstroseqipidaliophobia’ is apparently the fear of long words, and in case you’re wondering, is equilettered (hey, I can invent words, too) to ‘supercalifragilificexpialidocious’.
I normally say that this sort of cleverness should be done sparingly. Too many gorgeous metaphors and complicated adjectives can become ‘purple prose’, which, however artful, is not pleasant reading. Here, the humorous word gymnastics has become the thing itself. Sort of Alice in Wonderland, but more quippy than trippy. Sort of Hitchhiker’s Guide, but more pun-cracky than wacky.
The result of all this inventive word-play is a lot of humour, at the same time telling a madcap story with a twisty plot. Funniest book I’ve read in a long while.
The hardback format features adorable/beautiful full-colour drawings and collages.









