Despite being quite a prolific and well known author in his time, Canning has been somewhat forgotten. It's nice to see his works being reformatted and presented to a new generation of readers. This is a bucolic humorous romp with farcical overtones. It predates Thurber's Walter Mitty by 5 years but the two remind me of one another in some ways.
There is no murder, and no mystery, just a little mayhem and comedy of errors. The language is clean and despite being a product of 1934, surprisingly free of racism. I was also impressed at how little dated the narrative was. It reads perfectly well in 2019. The idiom is British (baggage (dishonest woman), fags (cigarettes), torch (flashlight), etc). The writing will not be problematic for most, especially fans of golden age British fiction from the interwar period.
I really enjoyed it and found it a diverting read. I like seeing these nostalgic gems being released into print again for new generations of readers.
Four stars.
Disclosure: I received an ARC at no cost from the author/publisher for review purposes.
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