Forester's masterpiece of suspense. A middle-aged bank clerk with a mountain of debt and an extravagant wife commits a murder in secret. Later, a profitable investment brings him a fortune. Haunded by his crime, he suffers an ironic fate in an excellent final twist.
Cecil Scott Forester was the pen name of Cecil Louis Troughton Smith, an English novelist who rose to fame with tales of adventure and military crusades. His most notable works were the 11-book Horatio Hornblower series, about naval warfare during the Napoleonic era, and The African Queen (1935; filmed in 1951 by John Huston). His novels A Ship of the Line and Flying Colours were jointly awarded the 1938 James Tait Black Memorial Prize for fiction.
This is an appropriate title for C.S. Forester's dark, sad, psychological crime novel involving the lack of money and crippling debt, a ruthless, abominable act, then an abundance of money that brings no lasting happiness. The story is not a typical mystery concerned with the pursuit of discovering the murderer, as Forester reveals the guilty to the reader from the beginning. Forester's focus is on the psychological impact of a crime on the perpetrator.
Bank clerk William Marble is deeply in debt and desperate fearing the loss of his position at the bank. He blames his wife's spending as the cause of their debts, but he also knows he has his own extravagances in his smoking, his "good" lunches with companions for whom he bought drinks, and his own alcohol purchases, as well as an expensive vacation, holiday gifts, and his neglected photography hobby for which he bought expensive supplies - he sees their spending as "careless" and now he cannot pay his debts. Marble is a contemptible man who in his desperation thinks nothing of killing his unsuspecting, wealthy, and newly arrived Australian nephew, Jim Medland, and later engaging in questionable "insider trading" to make money. He becomes mentally tortured that his nephew's body which he buried in the garden in his backyard will be discovered, which in turn prevents him from moving from their shabby neighborhood. William drinks excessively and spends hours on end staring out on the garden fearing his crime will be discovered and he will then be hanged. He also has an illicit affair with a beautiful, scheming neighbor which he hides from his wife and which threatens his psyche. Marble's vapid wife, Annie, mistreated by William, eventually comes to suspect her husband's crime which further adds to the tension and psychological drama. Their two children also suffer from the paranoia. Annie becomes complicit in her husband's crime by not confronting him which increases the tensions in the family.
It is interesting that William is psychologically tortured by what will happen to him for committing the murder rather than by any guilt about killing his innocent nephew. There is a wonderful twist at the end and the deferred payment is satisfied.
William Marble is a bank clerk. He is short of money. A chance visit from a well-off distant relative provides him with an opportunity to solve his financial woes. The relative is buried in the garden, but Mr Marble's guilt leads him to start drinking and gazing into the garden to make sure no one discovers his secret.
Some insider information on the imminent rise of a foreign currency allows Mr Marble to become a relatively wealthy man. He can send his son and daughter to the best schools, buy fancy furniture, and his wife can buy the finest clothes. But the nagging fear of discovery eats away at Mr Marble and infects his relationship with this family. He starts an affair with a married woman who ends up blackmailing him. His son discovers the affair and is so upset he rides his motorbike into a wall. His wife discovers his secret. His daughter becomes so ashamed of her parents, she leaves home.
I didn't like the central character at all. William Marble has no redeeming qualities, but credit to the writer for making him so consistently objectionable in every way.
Congratulations to Penguin for including this book in their new Crime and Espionage Modern Classics series. If I hadn't read this book, I would have only associated CS Forester with Horatio Hornblower and The African Queen. Now, I can see why some critics regard Forester as the unsung godfather of English noir.
I read this as I was battling a fever and really wicked virus that took everyone in my household down. It was great.
The story of Mr. Marble, a man who is so irresponsible and frivolous with money and has found himself in deep debt takes things to a murderous end. But that's just the beginning of the story. Most of this centers on the aftermath of his rash act and the toll it extracts on himself and his family. He and his secret eventually take most of the family down. Make no mistake though, it wasn't because Marble displayed remorse. It was a very engaging and tense read as one tries to figure out if he will be caught. This illustrates well that payment for a bad deed can come in many ways. The only thing that I didn't love is that by story's end, the poor victim still hasn't been discovered. Still, even that was a fitting end. Some things go unknown.
This was penned by the author of the Horatio Hornblower books and while I haven't read those as yet, if this is any indication, Forester knows how to spin a tale.
I've read this book on fadedpage . It was easy to read, few characters and the events were not that complicated. The main idea revolves around the greed of Marble who makes him abandon his principles and his human values to meet his needs. We could start to reveal what will happen quickly. However, the style of the writer remains attractive. We feel that there is a depth in the characters, we can experience the emotions of each of them through the good description of Forester.
This is my first book by the author. This is dark, psychological suspense involving Marble and his family. Marble commits a murder and is successful in hiding it. A while later, by stroke of luck, he comes into lot of money. He has money now but his life goes into a downward spiral and the story ends in an ironic climax. It is a tale of karmic justice, in ways.
The writing in the book is brilliant. Forester keeps up the tension throughout the story. As a reader, we can 'feel' the anticipation of the man thinking of committing a murder; as the story progresses we can 'feel' throughout the story the tension in Marble's mind, his fear of getting caught, how he tries to preserve himself, how deeply it affects his family.
Marble is a pathetic, selfish man. I pretty much hated all the characters in the book - except perhaps the fleeting John Mendel and the son James. The story was dark and sad for my taste, but wasn't able to stop reading. After I put down the book, am still thinking about it - its not that its a shocking tale, but still not able to help feeling annoyed and disgusted in turns! I will probably not read the book again, but 4 stars for the sheer brilliance of writing.
What a fascinating pair to read back to back. Payment Deferred is a very modern psychological thriller which hooks the reader in from the start: an astonishing work to come up with in the 1920s by a young man at the start of his career.听 The Snow Kimono might also be defined as a psychological thriller, as long and meandering as Forester's is to the point. And, again in contrast, Henshaw's novel is the first he'd written for 25 years, having a normal career after realising that there would be no money in writing for him.
I suspect that Henshaw is too clever for me. I spent too much time wondering what I was doing. Whereas CS Forester knows exactly what you are doing. Following the journey this simple question takes听 you on: will the murderer get away with his deed? And despite - or perhaps because of - the implications of the title, the reader is sort of barracking (in the Australian usage of the word) for the petty man who acts on this big idea.
I quite enjoyed this story; quite different from the other CS Forester books, the Horatio Hornblower stories I've read before. Well-paced, gets right into the story. Tense psychological mystery.
From BBC Radio 4 - Saturday Drama: Most famous for his Hornblower series, C.S. Forester wrote three seminal psychological thrillers at the start of his career that took crime writing in a new direction, portraying ordinary, desperate people committing monstrous acts, and showing events spiralling terribly, chillingly, out of control.
In Payment Deferred set in 1926, William Marble, a bank clerk living in south London with his wife Annie and their two children, is desperately worried about money and is in grave danger of losing his house and job. An unexpected visit by a young relative with an inheritance tempts William to commit a heinous crime.
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We first meet William Marble as he sits in his dining room one evening, totting up his debts. William is a bank clerk who deals in currency exchange, and his salary is of the respectable rather than the generous kind. Despite his humble house, he and his wife Annie always overspend their budget and for a long time William has been shuffling his debt around, borrowing from one person to pay off another. But now he鈥檚 reached the point where he has no-one left to tap and his creditors are looking to be paid. Then his young nephew arrives unexpectedly from Australia, with a wallet stuffed with wads of banknotes. And it just so happens William has a cupboard full of photography chemicals that can easily double as poison...
This is not a detective novel, so that little blurb isn鈥檛 nearly as spoilerish as it might seem. The murder happens right at the beginning, and the book is actually about the impact it has on William鈥檚 psychology. We watch as guilt and fear eat away at him, destroying his already weak character. It鈥檚 very well written and psychologically convincing but, oh my, it鈥檚 depressing! William is deeply unlikeable while Annie is portrayed as so stupid that it seems unlikely that William would ever have found her attractive. They have two teenage children. Winnie, William鈥檚 favourite, starts out OK, but becomes progressively harder to like as the book goes on, while John, the son, has all the makings of a fine young man till his father鈥檚 increasingly erratic behaviour begins to affect him. I had a lot of sympathy for John, a little for poor stupid Annie, and none at all for the other two.
William eventually solves his money problems by carrying out a shady transaction at his bank 鈥� what today we鈥檇 describe as insider trading. Clearly Forester understood what he was talking he about when he described the details of how this scheme worked, but I fear I didn鈥檛 and my eyes began to glaze over. However, the end result is that William suddenly becomes well off, and we see how this change in fortune too affects the members of the family, not for the better.
The element of suspense comes from wondering what the outcome will be. Will William give himself away? Will Annie begin to suspect him? But it鈥檚 very underplayed 鈥� for reasons made clear early on, there鈥檚 no active investigation going on into the young victim鈥檚 disappearance. While the vast majority of the book is very credible, the ending left me annoyed at the abrupt and contrived way Forester tied everything up.
As you can probably tell, this one is not a favourite of mine. I often struggle with books where the criminal is the main character unless there鈥檚 plenty of black humour to lift the tone. In this one there is no humour, leaving it a bleak story with a couple of episodes that I found distinctly unpleasant. Had it been set amidst the anxious speed of big city life I would call it noir, but the respectable dullness of the middle-class suburban setting left the tone feeling grey. I also felt it went on too long (though in actual pages it鈥檚 quite short) 鈥� the endless descriptions of William drinking whisky to drown his guilt, his heart constantly thudding, pounding, racing, poor Annie鈥檚 repeated descent into sobbing for one reason or another, all became so repetitive that they lost any impact after a while. However, this is mostly a matter of personal taste 鈥� I do think it does what it sets out to do very well; that is, to show the disintegration of the man and the effect this has on his family. Call me shallow but, although I admired the skill and the writing, I simply didn鈥檛 find it entertaining or enjoyable. Nor was it quite tragic enough to be harrowing, somehow.
I can鈥檛 wholeheartedly recommend it, but the ratings on 欧宝娱乐 suggest plenty of people have enjoyed it far more than I did, so if the idea of it appeals to you, don鈥檛 let my reaction put you off. Noir is not my favourite colour, even when it鈥檚 faded...
Most crime novels are about the process of detection. Payment Deferred the novel which made Forester's name, is about the effect that a crime has on the unsuspected criminal.
The Marble family are sinking into debt; their miserable suburban lower middle class existence is about to reach the point when it will have to be exchanged for something even worse, as credit is no longer extended to them, and threats of legal action are being made. If those threats materialise, they will lead to Mr Marble's position in the local high street bank being lost, and the family will be ruined. Salvation suddenly appears in the guise of an Australian cousin, coming to England after the death of his parents. He has made his fortune, and he knows no one in England; suddenly, Mr Marble is tempted to murder (with the potassium cyanide kept for his hobby of photography), when he sees the vast amount of cash being carried by the young man.
Burying the young man in the back garden, Marble becomes gradually destroyed psychologically, like Macbeth, by paranoid fantasies that his crime will be discovered. Occasionally, these fears drive him to acts he would not normally be capable of: a brilliant coup on the foreign exchanges to provide the money to buy his rented house so he can prevent the garden falling into another's hands, for example. Generally, they fuel his drink habit and lead to depression, sleeplessness and so on.
There are no strong characters in Payment Deferred; it is a study in weakness. There is no one with whom the reader would want to identify. By this avoidance of the heroic, Forester creates more believable characters than he ever did in his later career. The novel is a tragedy in the sense of Greek drama: Marble's one act of hubris brings a punishment from within himself (it is a long time before even his family start to suspect what has happened), as though haunted by Orestes' Furies. Payment Deferred may well be Forester's best work, though it is certainly not pleasant reading.
Having enjoyed Forester鈥檚 wonderful Hornblower adventure novels in my younger years, I had no hesitation to now explore his earlier works classified as noir mysteries. The first he wrote in the 1920s was 鈥楶ayment Deferred鈥� about the machinations of Mr. Marble, a stuffy and stodgy English bank clerk caught in a predicament of financial embarrassment. Simply put, his wages have not been able to support the cost of his own and his wife鈥檚 moderate necessities. His obligation to local merchants have reached the limits of his creditworthiness. The rent for their austere suburban dwelling is in arrears. He has become dependent on friends and co-workers to extend him short-term loans.
Then a solution presents itself one evening from out of the blue when a well-heeled Australian nephew appears on his doorstep. Marble ceases the moment to murder his unsuspecting relative for a stash of cash in his possession. A late evening disposal of the body is hastily arranged by digging a grave in a small plot of garden while Mrs. Marble and their two teenage children are safely ensconced in their beds. Thusly Mr. Marble鈥檚 overdue bills are taken care of by the proceeds from his felonious deed. But from thereon he dreads having to move away from his dwelling which could lead to the discovery of the buried corpse. The solution is to purchase the residence but he has no means to do so. This leads him to devise a scheme to play the foreign currency market, with the help of his insider position in the bank; but he needs an accomplice to fund the operation.
I would not call this novel a thriller, nor is it a mystery. It is a gripping tale of one man鈥檚 desperate abominations. His actions, once committed, cannot be reversed. They haunt him incessantly and impact the lives of his wife and children adversely. It has an unanticipated ending. Noticeably, there are no likable characters. It is noir through and through. Although this story is overshadowed by dramatic fatalism it is has underlying layers of ridicule, cynicism and wittiness.
A memorable psychological drama. I ordered and read this immediately after finishing The Pursued by the same author. If anything I enjoyed it even more. Poor Mr Marble, he's trapped in a stultifying job and marriage (as he sees it) and drowning in debt. His taste for whiskey doesn't help. Temptation arrives in the form of a wealthy relative, temptation he seizes without a thought for the consequences. Unfortunately for Mr Marble, this novel is a tale of consequences. Rather than the freedom he sought, has Mr Marble鈥檚 act of spontaneity condemned him to spend the rest of his days trapped in a vice of lies and deceit, from which no amount of wealth can release him?
Forrester鈥檚 appeal to me lies in his ability to take us seamlessly from the internal tortures of one character to another. In this way, he rackets up the tension bit by bit. We may not like the characters, but privy as we are to their innermost thoughts, we understand them and empathise. I won't spoil the ending, but it takes an unexpected form. A dark domestic tale, a murder mystery and psychological thriller rolled into one. Nina Jon is the author of the Jane Hetherington Adventures in Detection crime and mystery series. To learn more please link through
A sensational murder/crime thriller set in the 1920s, it keeps you turning every page. Only a measly 188 page long short novel, you can easily finish reading this in an afternoon. If you're starting this, maybe save it for a long plane ride, or at least an afternoon of quiet, because once you begin reading, you won't want to put it down.
It is not a typical whodunit. You, the reader, and the main character all know who did it. The story's novelty lies in the drama that unfolds after the central murder. This story is one of those delights where the reader is actively rooting for the central character (I don't want to call him the "hero" ) to get his deserved disgrace.
Forester has a gift for capturing human frailties, the flaws that get magnified under desperation and misery. The characters of this novel are all desperate, and their immoral actions driven by that desperation lead to an ever growing spiral of misery.
The book is heartbreaking at times, treacherous at others, but there isn't a single boring page. And like all good crime thrillers, it has a great ending.
I've never read any of the 'Hornblower' books and was pleasantly surprised by this and the other crime stories by Forester that I've recently read. It certainly captures its era - Forester seems to like portraying 'the common man' and we get an insight into the social and economic climate of the time.
The protagonist is a thoroughly unlikable character: we don't sympathise with him for the majority of the novel as many of his actions seem cold hearted and selfish. When tragedy strikes, we feel something for him, but by then, he is steeped too far in his own egotism for us to care very much.
First published in 1932, it feels like an English version of James M Cain's crime novels ('The Postman Always Rings Twice' was published two years later, so maybe Mr Cain was inspired by Forester?), although Forester's writing is less sexually explicit than Cain's.
Well worth a read if you like crime novels - and even if you don't.
I've not yet read Crime and Punishment, but is this perhaps somewhat similar? A man commits a murder for financial gain and then has to live with the consequences. He is able to convert his ill-gotten gains into true wealth, but fear of discovery keeps him from fully enjoying it, much to the bewilderment of his family, who are baffled (and limited) by his restraint.
None of the characters is particularly likeable, except perhaps for the hapless victim, which makes it hard to care much what happens. I very much enjoyed the ending, however.
A modern [indoor plumbing, brick houses, jobs in the city, motorbikes] morality [crime doesn't pay] drama.
I don't think it's too spoliery to say that an undistinguished and unattractive character commits an opportunistic murder and then we are treated to 150 pages of the disintegration of his psyche and his family. It's well done, in a lurid, exaggerated way, with some dark ironies in the ways it plays out.
The setting, 'suburbia', which often gets a mention in the reviews as the stifling cauldron of something or the gossipy gulag of whatever, actually barely features in the novel. One suspects a knee-jerk classist reaction on the part of blurb-writers and middle-class reviewers who aspire to living in a metropolitan flat or Cotswold cottage but are stuck in suburbia themselves. Forester's characters are driven by their own flaws, and (albeit with gentle nods to limited parts of the class spectrum) basically two fingers to the neighbours. The house and the family loom much larger than their environment, social or otherwise.
A gripping tale of a man, Will Marble, who is desperately short of money, and has a wife and two school children to support. He is, with admission, somewhat careless with the little money he makes slaving at a bank, and his wife is guilty of overspending also. Things are looking grim for Marble financially-wise and despair is setting in when on one stormy night, his Australian nephew Jim Medland, makes a visit to the Marble home.
Medland, son of Will's estranged sister, has not only made a visit to relatives that he hasn't previously met, he has also inherited a lot of money following his parents' passing. And Medland is currently carrying a lot of that money on him in cash, a fact that doesn't go unnoticed by Marble.
As the evening is getting on, and the Marbles are ready for bed, Medland is waiting for the opportunity to make moves and leave to go back to the hotel he is staying at. But Marble, with greed and hunger for quick money, has other plans and decides in a moment of madness to poison his nephew and takes his money. This he does, and buries his nephew in the back yard of his home.
It's not really a spoiler to reveal this, it happens early and we know who is guilty of murder. The book is more a psychological tale of the murder's aftermath, the fear and worry that besets Marble as he tries to hide any evidence that any killing has occurred. He is stricken with fear, paranoid with constant thoughts that someone someday may discover a buried body in his yard.
This results in him refusing to leave their run-down house for a better place to live when the family's financial fortunes have improved, and his behavior becomes unstable, erratic and puzzling to his family, who at first are unaware of what has happened. He takes to drink to numb the fear and anxiety of getting caught, and knows through research that a killer has only to make one small mistake to give himself away. Even his somewhat vague wife begins to realize something is wrong.
His life is now financially comfortable, but there is no peace of mind for William Marble. Life is now worse than it has ever been, as he lives in a constant state of fear and anxiety, of being exposed and making that one mistake, whatever it may be, resulting in his downfall.
Overall, a very good book, and I recommend it. Will Marble is not an attractive or likable character. He is awful for most part to his family and an act of violence to his wife in one scene has no justification whatsoever. But does he get his comeuppance, do his worst fears become realized? Well, possibly, but not in the way he or the reader of this book, envisaged.
The Hornblower series are my favorite books! I read Payment Deferred which is totally different from the others. But Forester pulls you in to this drama. The miserable characters rivel in the desperation of events. Quite the twist.
A true claustrophobic, domestic-based crime noir thriller, peppered with gritty psychological insights. No place for heroes in this study of weakness, greed and Macbethian madness. Great short read with a cruel, ironical ending. Guilt is a self-prophesying emotion, it seems.