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The dons of Harriet Vane's alma mater, the all-female Shrewsbury College, Oxford, have invited her back to attend the annual Gaudy celebrations. However, the mood turns sour when someone begins a series of malicious acts including poison-pen messages, obscene graffiti and wanton vandalism. Harriet asks her old friend Wimsey to investigate.

501 pages, Mass Market Paperback

First published January 1, 1935

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Dorothy L. Sayers

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Detective stories of known British writer Dorothy Leigh Sayers usually feature the amateur investigator Peter Wimsey, lord; she also well translated Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri.

This renowned author, and Christian humanist studied classical and modern languages.

Her best known mysteries, a series of short novels, set between World War I and World War II, feature English aristocrat and amateur sleuth. Sayers, however, considered her work. People also know her plays and essays.

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Author 2 books2,318 followers
August 11, 2009
A couple of years ago I thought (as a gesture to God saying something like, “Hey, we don’t disagree about everything and anyway what do I know about life?”) that I would start going to a certain church where the pastor was an ex-football star. When I say it now it doesn’t sound like a very good idea, but I did a lot of things at that time that sound stupid now. Sometimes it’s better to go with what you know, even if it’s very little. I say all of this because the ultimate falling-out I had with the pastor of that church reflects the central conflict of the great and wonderful mystery story, Gaudy Night, so I’m going to use this review as a venue to air my grievances, which will hopefully be entertaining enough that you can bear with me. In fact, this book brings up a couple of stories I have about churches, so I should probably say as a disclaimer that Gaudy Night is not religious at all in its topic, but deals mostly with the role of women in society. That just happens to be something about which I tend to get pissed off at churches.

Rather than preaching topically, this football pastor had decided that the entire church (which may not be fully of mega-church size, but is by no means small) would read through the Bible together in a year, like you do, and he would pull the sermons from our reading assignments. On Mother’s Day, we had just finished the book of Esther, so I was hopeful. There are a lot of troubling things about Esther, but also some really fascinating things. Also, it’s about a woman, so there are many good ways you can go with that. Nope. I should have known he would skip Esther entirely only to pick a random section from Judges to illustrate his spiritual message, which, as far as I could tell, was that he really liked when his mom would scratch his back before bedtime when he was in high school, so women shouldn’t work because they’re silly and it takes away time they could devote to scratching their family’s backs. As the sermon went on, I felt sure there would be some kind of uprising in the congregation. I was ready to get out my stash of pitchforks and torches and burn something down, but I didn’t want to leave because I might miss the end of his message where I hoped he would reveal that he was faking us all out to prove some point or another. His passion about the message culminated when he pulled out a quote from Some Woman, who is reputed to have said, “If all women CEOs quit their jobs, men could feed their families.” I looked around, hoping to see the scores of other women in the audience who would be equally shocked and appalled rushing for the door, when suddenly there was cheering and a woman in the back of the church yelled, “AMEN!” I don’t think I’ve ever felt so betrayed in my life.

The redemptive “Psych!” never came, so I drove home in a rage, pulled my copy of Backlash off its shelf, wrote a letter of complaint to the pastor in its inside cover, drove back to the church, and slammed it on the desk in his empty office. He never acknowledged the incident.

I wish, at this point, I had read the book The Madwoman in the Attic, so that I could give more scholarly opinions about Gaudy Night. From what I know of that line of analysis, Dorothy Sayers’s villain in this novel, the “poisen-pen” haunting the women of Oxford, is along the lines of the 19th century Madwoman (think Jane Eyre). She characterizes female sexuality, but also a loathing of female sexuality as castrating and destructive, so she is this horrifying repressed monster (Grendel’s Mother, maybe?). In Gaudy Night this character terrorizes the cloistered professors in the women’s college at Oxford. It really makes for a delightful read! Sayers presents the varied personalities of the dons and students of the university with a lot of color and flair. The fun and thoughtful discussion Dorothy Sayers presents in Gaudy Night on the topic of women being intelligent humans in their own right was vindicating and cathartic for me to read. She illustrates both the freedom and the shame that successful women feel, and does it in this funny, charming, British way that I adore. Harriet Vane is wonderful! Sayers doesn’t pretend that all women are in favor of having rights, nor does she pretend that we are all a bunch of catty bitches. Some characters do become savage in their hatred of independent women, and those independent women become shrill in their suspicion of one another’s virginity or sexuality. Sayers shows these aspects as momentary weaknesses, however, which are secondary to the overall trust and regard that the women show each other. They are not caricatures, but have their own flaws and charms. I’m making this sound like the whole story is purposeful critical analysis, which it may be, but it definitely comes off as natural within the overall mystery story. I don't even usually like mysteries, and I don't have a sense of suspense, so it is surprising how much I love this book, but that's probably why the social aspect was more striking to me.

I’m not fully with her in her use of classical quotations, which I take as an Oxford thing. Lord Peter Whimsey makes his appearance to be useful, charming, and supplicating. He doesn’t appear to be an overly realistic character (maybe too determinedly glad that Harriet is as smart as she is?), but I am in favor of wonderful authors writing people as they wish them to be, if not as they are – especially in the area of gender relations. Also, I love the way Sayers explores how women think of themselves. It would have been an unnecessary distraction to go into what men think of us. It was much more devastating to hear the woman shout “Amen!” at the back of that church, than to hear the male pastor go on about how women are good at scratching backs - and only that. Anyway, I think I’ve decided that maybe the use of classical quotations has to do with the battle of wits between Whimsey and Harriet, showing the equality of their intelligence and education. I like that, even though it was frustrating for my more pedestrian brain. I think I needed the Norton edition.

I was given this book at a “housewarming shower”, held for me by a really wonderful woman, who is the pastor of a subsequent church I attended. “Shower” because I am over 25 and unmarried, and it is presumed that I would be sad that I haven’t had any wedding/baby showers. Men were uninvited to the event, and the (humorous?) theme of the “shower” was to give me books I would hate. This made my friends who came a little stressed out because they know how much I love books, so they felt all this pressure (contrary to the theme) to get me books I would love that I hadn’t read yet. Also, to me, shower=bad. Other than stuff on my cat, I think this was the most successful book from that evening, and it actually makes all of the uncomfortable female judgment worth it. I kind of love that this book was given to me in this really awkward event that only women were allowed to come to. Even though the evening was pretty fun, and I really do love most of the women who came, the concept of the shower said so much about my “failure” in being an independent, educated woman. This book has so much to say to the contrary. I love irony.
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April 29, 2023
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4 of 5 stars to Gaudy Night by Dorothy L. Sayers, a strong and talented writer of detective mysteries in their Golden Age of publication. This was truly an excellent book. Upon finishing my third year at college, I'd taken all the required courses and a variety of electives to complete my double majors. My advisors and professors, knowing I had an affinity for reading and writing mystery stories, encouraged me to do an independent study on this era of literature; but they also told me I wouldn't be allowed to select any of the books I had to read. She would pick two per month for me to read and discuss. And this was one of the very first ones... she was a big Dorothy Sayers fan and thought this was the author's most popular book. Despite it being in the middle of a series, which I severely dislike, I read it without enjoying the prior installments. And it turned out OK.

Though it's hailed as a Lord Peter Wimsey book, it's really about Harriet Vane: young wife accused and jailed for murdering her husband; but she's been released when Wimsey proves her innocence. And they begin their own little flirtation and romance. Harriet goes on to be a writer and plans to visit her alma mater, a women's college in the 1930s... what an intriguing concept. Full of some feminism, some mystery, some romance, some education... I loved it, even tho at times it was a little too "eyes slanted down one's nose" for my taste.

The writing is fantastic. The mystery is complex. And it's more about proving false clues, sometimes revisiting them, but always applying sound logic. Sayers helped pave the way for many future female authors of detective stories. Christie is still my preference, but I thoroughly enjoyed Sayers' approach and character-creation. If you enjoy 75+ year old stories, give this one a chance. It's really quite psychological and introspective.

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444 reviews1,746 followers
July 17, 2018
Published in 1936, this 12th novel in the Lord Peter Wimsey Series is a big story. Dorothy L. Sayers created an entire women’s college (called Shrewsbury) in the large complex known as Oxford University. It is near an associate college called Queen’s and also near Balliol College, which is where Lord Peter Wimsey attended his university years. With Oxford University composed of 38 colleges and 6 Permanent Private Halls, it is not difficult to imagine Ms Sayers’ invention taking its place easily among the others.

Harriet Vane is invited to her class reunion, known as a Gaudy. She has not gone before but decides to do so this time in answer to pleas from some of her former classmates. She surprises herself by enjoying the time away from home and renewing relations with various dons, Fellows, and classmates. At the end of Gaudy night, she finds an offensive drawing on the grounds of the Quad. She also finds an ominous note in the rolled-up sleeve of her gown.

When she returns home, she dives back in to writing her most recent novel, which has been giving her trouble. Then, she receives a letter from the Dean of Shrewsbury, Miss Martin, who tells her about some ominous incidents that have been occurring since Gaudy Night. Poison Pen notes, things set on fire, random vandalism, and so forth. The Dean asks if Harriet Vane has any idea what it might be about.

Harriet responds that she will return to the College and see if she can do anything to help.

This is where we receive a taste of academic life that would be nostalgic for those who had gone to University, and like entering a new and fascinating world for those who had not gone to University. The discussions cover the gamut from literary topics to history to philosophy and science. I was obliged to search out many topics and references on the computer and had some great adventures.

Both a reminiscence and reminder for some people as much as it is a new adventure for others - yet underlying the academia, we have this mystery – who is causing all the turmoil and terrors – and why? The focus seems to be the Seniors Common Room, so even the Dean, Treasurer, Warden, Bursar, and other dons and Fellows in the group are under suspicion. Gradually, as further incidents occur, Harriet is able to start eliminating suspects based on cast-iron alibis, but it is a slow and laborious process.

Lord Peter is away on the continent – Rome and Warsaw – and as Harriet Vane progresses in her investigations, she documents the details in a notebook. However, a couple of attempts to hurt or kill people are causing her to wonder if she is equal to the task of finding this person before it’s too late. After a few more frightening incidents, Harriet decides she can’t do this alone and persuades the Dean to allow her to contact her “detecting friend” for help.

I love it when these books include both Lord Peter and Harriet Vane. Their chemistry is fascinating and over the five years of their acquaintance, their individual personal growth is most closely observed when they are working on a mystery together.

This book is not a fluff piece or even close to being a ‘cozy’ mystery or ‘classic’ mystery for that matter. This book stretched and expanded my mind. Dorothy L. Sayers is in a class of her own – intellectually, she doesn’t hold back. Psychologically and even scientifically, she is well ahead of the pack in both what she knows and how she writes.

Until I lost my bookmarks and annotations, I was going to end this review with a brilliant quote about women that made me question: how far have we travelled really with feminism? Keeping in mind that this book was written 83 years ago, the answer is: not very far. Or – maybe Dorothy L. Sayers and her own set of classmates were simply decades ahead of the rest of the world.
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December 28, 2008
I hesitate to call this ‘a Lord Peter book.’ Peter is here, certainly, though in lesser proportion than you might expect, considering he changes in quiet but extraordinary ways. But this book is rightly and greatly Harriet Vane’s, as she returns to the Oxford college of her education to do some academic work, write her next novel, and investigate some nasty disturbances around the college.

Oh. For Oxford alone, which I love, I could love this book. Luckily, however, there are any number of other reasons. This is a book about pain, about the heart and the mind working in opposition, about academia, about the perils of being an intelligent woman, about the perils of unthinking feminism, about mistakes, about love. Harriet has been trampled over by the world and left in the mud, and I love how Sayers understands the way she would snap and snarl at the first hand that reached out to help her, and resent its very kindness. Harriet wants to stop hurting, and she thinks she knows how.



If only one could come back to this quiet place where only intellectual achievement counted, if one could work here steadily and obscurely at some close-knit piece of reasoning, undistracted and uncorrupted . . . abolishing personal contacts, personal spites, personal jealousies, getting one’s teeth into something dull and durable, maturing into solidity like the Shrewsbury beeches, then one might be able to forget the wreck and chaos of the past, or see it, at any rate, in a truer proportion.



It’s a beautiful thought, and it’s all the ways that academia is not like this that will keep me away.

In this book it’s a more painfully direct question, given the social climate of the times, between academia and marriage. It’s a practical result of separated colleges, of course, but also a more fundamental observation about the ways that female achievement can become a barrier in and of itself. “. . . the rule seemed to be that a great woman must either die unwed . . . or find a still greater man to marry her.” And though the exact correlations of virginity and academia do not apply to us today, the idea of woman having to choose between achievement and relationships still resonates eighty years later. Hell, just ask Time Magazine, apparently.

But it’s more complex for Harriet, who tried living by the heart once before, with disastrous consequences. This book is about her learning to use her heart again, but to do it in balance with the mind. She is coming to know that passion and reason are not antithetical, that applying the second to the first makes them both greater, not less. Peter is learning the same thing from the other side of the coin, as Harriet refuses his proposals again and again and again and he comes to know that simply wanting and asking are an exercise of privilege, and not the extent of love.

“It’s the pressure of other people’s personalities that does the mischief.”

“Yes. . . .You may say you won’t interfere with another person’s soul, but you do merely by existing. The snag about it is the practical difficulty, so to speak, of not existing.”

They both know how awful love can be when it is all heart or all brain, when it presses and demands and makes sacrifices and then says “now what will you do for me in return?” They are both just growing into the awareness that there is another way.

I think, above all, the thing I admire most in this book is the way it practices what it preaches. Sayers’ brain is here, as it always has been, but for perhaps the first time, her heart is too. Harriet, her partial avatar, is also learning that the heart is required in equal measure in writing as in love – in any work of importance.

“You would have to abandon the jigsaw kind of story and write a book about human beings for a change.”

“I’m afraid to try that, Peter. It might go to near the bone.”

“It might be the wisest thing you could do.”

“Write it out and get rid of it?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll think about that. It would hurt like hell.”

“What would that matter, if it made a good book?”

I won’t go into Sayers’ biography here. But as Peter says, “you can’t keep the feeling out.” The beauty of this book is the way Sayers is here, unashamedly, honestly, with enough distance to be lucid and thoughtful, but enough heart still in it to hurt, and to matter. And that’s the point of the book – writing like that Is writing well, and living like that is living well.

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February 26, 2022
This book wasn't what I expected, but it is none the worse for that!

For one thing, this isn't a What this is is a complicated study of relationships in the almost cloistered world of female academia at Oxford in the 1930s. There is a vicious Poison Pen on the loose - who could it be?

This is a world that Sayers knew well. She was one of the first women to ever receive a degree from Oxford and her knowledge of the culture there shines through in every line. there is also a lot of knowledge about women and how they interrelate to each other & some fascinating political insights - the 1930s were certainly an interesting time!

This is a book for a patient reader - which is normally the sort of book I hate! Just shows what a writer of skill can make you accept!



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465 reviews256 followers
August 16, 2019
Abandonado al 22%. Muy bien escrito, sí. Y la trama es secundaria, sí. Lo que pretende es retratar las vicisitudes en un "college" como el de Oxford, sí. Pero, por favor, cuatro togas quemadas y tres notitas obscenas? En 1935 estoy seguro que pasaban cosas más interesantes. Basta con leer a Agatha Christie, Conan Doyle, etc. Hasta Wilkie Collins, años atrás, tenía cosas más emocionantes que contar.

Aburrida. Tal vez la retome con posterioridad porqué tenía mucha esperanza puesta en esta autora.
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January 1, 2024
I seriously wonder if I have ever read a Lord Wimsey book some time back in the past before I joined Goodreads. Or am I just familiar with him from a TV series. Either way I already knew a lot about him and this made my reading of Gaudy Night even more interesting.

This is the tenth book in the series and the last but one that Sayers wrote. Harriet Vane is the main character and Wimsey only helps out occasionally throughout the story. However the romance between them takes great leaps and bounds which is fun.

Harriet is visiting her old college at Oxford and stays to help investigate a series of poison pen letters and vandalism around the college. I loved the Oxford setting and the taste of days gone by. Since this book was written in 1935, lifestyles and attitudes were very different to how they are today, although some of the same social battles are still being fought.

Beautifully written, lots of interesting characters, a mystery to be solved and a touch of romance. What more could I want? Now I will go back and read the series the way it was supposed to be read, from the beginning.
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October 20, 2016
This year I finally decided to read all of the Lord Peter Wimsey novels. I have read the first few many times, but, for whatever reason, I never continued the series. I have always heard that “Gaudy Night” was her best novel and so I was really intrigued to read this book and was interested to see how the character of Harriet Vane would develop. Indeed, Harriet is the central character in this novel, which sees her returning to Oxford, to attend the Shrewsbury Gaudy, after being invited by a friend who was about to go abroad for an operation.

Harriet always loved her time at Oxford, but was nervous about returning, especially after events covered in a previous book, where she was accused of killing a former lover. Gathering her courage, Harriet decides to go and actually enjoys her time there, although it is marred when she discovers an anonymous note which is less than flattering. Back in London she receives a letter from the Dean, inviting her to the opening of a new library wing and mentioning that the college has had an outbreak of a poltergeist and a poison pen writer; suggesting that Harriet’s own note was not a one off.

When Harriet returns to the cloistered world of academia and the women’s college she previously studied at, it is clear that things are not well. Someone is mischief making and, before long, Harriet wishes she could consult Peter – who is away in Europe, dealing with the difficult political situation unravelling abroad. This novel reminded me a little of Nicholas Blake’s, “Malice in Wonderland,” which also involves a prankster (although set in an early holiday camp, rather than a fictitious Oxford college), whose tricks gradually gets more and more out of hand. Like this, that novel is set in the 1930’s, with the threat of war as an undercurrent and, like this, the novel also features crimes which are not the usual murders and mayhem, but are unpleasant nonetheless.

Although this is not a traditional murder mystery, I found this a really riveting read. I thought the insight into how women’s education was viewed between the wars very interesting; either the women were seen as unnatural or they were viewed with a benign tolerance. Likewise, this is the novel where the relationship between Harriet and Peter changes, which is obviously especially interesting if you have followed the books in order. I enjoyed meeting the female scholars and other characters, including Peter’s nephew. I also loved the Oxford setting and thought it worked really well. A really interesting read and, if not my favourite of the books so far, certainly among the best.
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601 reviews229 followers
June 28, 2023
Buddy Read of all LPW stories 2022/23

I remember the title of this book from my early childhood, as my mother had this sitting on her bookshelf, but unlike some of her books ( mainly her Christies) I don't remember ever reading this novel.

I have to say, I thoroughly enjoyed it, and am still umming and erring as to whether to make it a five star read. We shall see. What did I like about the book ? Well without moving into spoiler territory, I liked the fact that Harriet Vane, took the lead, and the mystery was set in her world of a women's Oxford college. How modern this must have seemed almost a hundred years ago, I wish I could now discuss this with my mother who must have read it some time in the late 30s.

It also involves a lot of banter and verbal sparring between Harriet and Lord Peter when she eventually calls him into help solve the mystery. Has she "given in" and realised she needs his help, no not at all. Its a meeting of equals and Peter is as keen on that as Harriet is. She just wonders if he really is as genuine as he comes across ? Is he a very modern for the time man, who will treat Harriet as an equal. It sis omething she knows must be the case for any future relationship to work, but is he just paying lip service. The verbal sparring continues through most of the last third of the book, and Harriet is joined at one point by her fellow college dons, in questioning Peter's motives.
All this whilst both together and separately they investigate a poison pen scandal, as well as a vandal in Harriet's old college, where she is currently staying whilst assisting with readying a book for one of the dons and also research for her own classical book.

An excellent novel, way before its time, that looks at the possibility of marriage being a true equal partnership of minds, both intellectually and emotionally.
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April 28, 2023
This was a reread for me and now that I've read it in the order that it comes in the series, I like it much better. Books read out of order just don't make as much sense.

Gaudy Night is a mystery without a murder. Someone is sending malicious messages and destroying the writings of college professors and students at Harriet Vane's former school. Harriet discovers this on going to a college reunion, as she is the recipient of one of the nasty notes. She believes that she received it because of her own past, which everyone knows about as she was on trial for the murder of her ex-lover.

But, no, she is not the only unlucky one and things are getting so disturbing that the college president asks her to find out who is the culprit before the malevolent malefactor resorts to violence.
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278 reviews127 followers
August 9, 2011
Oh, my GOD, Dorothy L. Sayers is quite the snob! 2011 has been Mystery Year, it being when I started officially working as an attorney and having to read just to be entertained and this piece of crap made me want to swear off British whodunits forever. Luckily, Dame Agatha and Ngaio Marsh still deliver.

The truth is, I like my mysteries to be about murders and this fricking bore was a crappy ¨who sent those ghastly, tastleless anonymous letters¨ affair. No murders about, and by page 20 I was ready for the main character to be murdered in the bloodiest fashion imaginable.

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May 27, 2010
What is the deal with lady detective fiction writers? Why create a brilliant, memorable central female protagonist, totally capable of bringing teh awesome, only to undermine her by having her mope around after some overbred aristocratic prat? Case in point: that whole Havers-Linley dynamic would be infinitely healthier had detective Havers given pompous-assed golden boy Linley a good kick in the yarbles the very first time he tried to pull the whole tired aristo-boy superiority trick to put her in her place. Given the choice between Havers and Linley, I know who I’d want to have my back, and it wouldn’t be the effete aristocrat, no matter how hard Elizabeth George tries to protray him as a sensitive, noble, brilliant soul. But it’s Havers I feel sorry for – she really deserves better.*

If you believe, as I do, that George’s apparent infatuation with her idealized aristocrat ultimately weakens the Havers-Linley stories, then what to make of the hero-worship that permeates the entire Peter Wimsey series? After all, isn’t Harriet Vane just an obvious stand-in for her creator, making Lord Peter nothing more than a vehicle for the vicarious fulfilment of Dorothy L. Sayers’s own romantic fantasies? Or, to use the terms I just recently learned from the infinitely amusing (but beware, it’s a complete timesuck) “Television Tropes and Idioms” website, isn’t Peter just the quintessential example of the Blue Blood trope, in response to Harriet’s Author Avatar?

Well, no. Not really. Although Harriet Vane surely reflects her creator to some degree (something Sayers vigorously denied), it would be reductive to regard the character as nothing more than an author avatar. Sayers’s personal life was actually quite romantically adventurous, though this was not generally known during her lifetime. More importantly, Dorothy L. Sayers was smart as all get out (when she translated Dante, she respected that terza rima**, not like some wusses one could mention – yeah, I’m talking about you, Professor Ciardi). Any way you look at it, Harriet Vane rocks (out loud, and on lingonberry toast). And while I personally find it hard to take Lord Peter seriously, at least he has the virtue of being vaguely amusing, and nowhere near the kind of pompous ass that Inspector Linley manages to be.

“Gaudy Night” is my favorite of all the Harriet/Peter books. There’s no murder, but the stakes are high, nonetheless. Poison pen letters and obscene effigies are being used to target the female scholars of a prestigious Oxford college. Sayers’s depiction of the mounting fear and disruption, and of the emotions swirling beneath the veneer of academic rationalism, is riveting. Lord Peter is relatively scarce, so Harriet is center stage for most of the story. It’s a neat story, expertly told, with that irresistible Oxford setting. You can appreciate it without knowing anything about campanology or mithridatism. And if you do happen to care about the trajectory of the Harriet-Peter relationship, then the ending of “Gaudy Night” will surely warrum the cockles of your sentimental heart. This is Dorothy L. Sayers at her best.


*: EG is not the only authoress to consign her sleuth-heroine to an unsatisfying emotional limbo. Consider Jacqueline Winspear, creator of the delightful Maisie Dobbs series. In five or six meticulously researched, well-written, generally tightly-constructed stories, Ms Winspear tracks the exploits of her charming, plucky protagonist Maisie during World War I and the decade immediately following. Despite the odd lapse (placement of the telling historical detail is sometimes a little heavy-handed, the high-minded purity of motivation of Maisie and her friends can be excessive at times), Ms Winspear delivers the goods – stories in the series are reliably entertaining. But across a timespan of 15 years, the heroine is allowed little more than the occasional chaste peck on the cheek; for the decade or so after the end of the war the only release outlet for her emotional energy was through occasional visits to her irreversibly shell-shocked sweetheart (mercifully killed off in the fourth or fifth book). The unremitting bleakness of the emotional landscape Ms Winspear imagines for her protagonist is really starting to get me down, though I understand she may be making a point about life after the Great War for women in Maisie’s demographic cohort.

**: Actually, the Sayers translation is not particularly readable, but I give her points for effort.

TVTropes has much to say about Lord Peter, some of it quite penetrating:
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November 8, 2016
3.5 stars for Gaudy Night by Dorothy L. Sayers.

There was much to like about this book. Sayers characterisation was, as always, quite superb. She lays a meandering trail of red herrings which she mainly disproves, then brings back into the realm of possibility. I learnt a lot about Oxford life - there is really nothing with which to compare it in NZ, and what little I knew of it previously came from Morse.

But this seemed to be an exceedingly long book. Not that it was boring, because it most certainly was not, but there seemed to be so much 'filler' for lack of a better term. Somewhere I read that Sayers is known for her attention to detail. In Gaudy Night I think she has given it just a little too much attention. Had I been her editor, I would have had my red pencil out!

Harriet Vane returns to Oxford for Gaudy Night with some trepidation, and is drawn into solving a Poison Pen mystery. Senior Common Room in Shrewsbury are being targeted with anonymous vile accusations, threats and damage to their possessions. One student attempts suicide as a result of the hate campaign and members of the SCR find themselves fearful and distrusting old friends and colleagues as suspicion and rumours spread.

Lord Peter is not in evidence until some 2/3 of the way through the book. We meet his delightful but dissolute nephew, the Viscount Saint-George who takes a shine to Harriet and nominates her his honorary 'aunt'.

Harriet sees a new side to Peter and finds herself reconsidering her position in his life.

This isn't my favourite Sayer, but yes, I enjoyed reading it and am looking forward to the next in the series.
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Author 23 books2,560 followers
May 16, 2019
This review is for the Ian Carmichael audio version which is excellent. I am also reading it at a seperate time in print for our podcast The Literary Life Podcast. https://www.theliterary.life

This is a delightful reading of a thoughtful, masterful book. Perhaps the best Lord Peter Wimsey novel of Dorothy L Sayers, although from here on out they are all wonderful, even the short stories.
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1,039 reviews379 followers
May 14, 2019
Gaudy Night is easily my favorite of Dorothy L. Sayers's beloved series of Lord Peter Wimsey mysteries. It's one of the last in the series and thus hard to talk about without spoiling earlier books, as it deals with the resolution of the relationship between Lord Peter and Harriet Vane, the mystery writer first introduced in Strong Poison and seen again in Have His Carcase. (If you've read no Sayers, please read at least those two books before reading Gaudy Night, as otherwise you'll be missing a lot).

Gaudy Night is told almost wholly from Harriet's point of view, and in fact Lord Peter doesn't even appear until more than halfway through the book. When Harriet attends a reunion at Shrewsbury, her Oxford college, she receives a nasty anonymous note. Later, when the poison pen returns and starts to play other pranks, the Dean and the Warden invite Harriet to return to Shrewsbury to investigate the incidents; eventually, Harriet calls in Lord Peter as well.

The mystery is certainly intriguing, but what really speaks to me about Gaudy Night is its investigation into different ideas of marriage and of woman's place in the world. The vicious anonymous letters are directed against the female dons (who are necessarily unmarried, a requirement at the time), and cause great debates among them. As Harriet struggles to discover who the anonymous letter writer is, she also struggles to figure out how to maintain her sense of independence and of self in the face of her growing love for Peter. It's a fascinating debate, as relevant now as it was when Gaudy Night was published almost seventy years ago.
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1,261 reviews2,386 followers
February 29, 2016
Lord Peter Wimsey is not the quintessential sleuth. He has a beginning, middle and presumably an end – by which I mean he develops as a character throughout the novels, unlike Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot who resolutely stay as their eccentric selves from their first story to the last. Of course, there is a chronological progression of events; and Poirot actually dies; however as characters they are static. In contrast, we see Wimsey age and mature from a frivolous youth to an idiosyncratic middle-aged man – in the course of which he manages to woo and win the attractive Harriet Vane, the famous mystery author whom he manages to save from the scaffold.

Wimsey and Harriet’s troubled love affair is an integral part of many of the novels. She keeps on rejecting his suit, because of her indebtedness to him; according to her, it would be like King Cophetua and the beggar-maid. However, Peter does not have such a holier-than-thou attitude, but he finds it difficult to convince Harriet, more so because of the subdued nature of his wooing. Of course, it is very clear to the reader that in her heart of hearts, she loves him.

Dorothy Sayers had to put a satisfying end to this romance, while keeping her mystery stories ticking: she does a masterful job in this novel. As a mystery, I found it much below par than many of her other novels. However, the important thing here is the love story, which is adeptly handled.

The novel, for much of its part, is driven by Harriet. She attends the ‘Gaudy Night’ in her old Alma Mater, the Shrewsbury College for Women in Oxford, where she gets a couple of nasty anonymous letters accusing her of getting away with murder. Since this is not all that uncommon in her life, Harriet does not pay much attention: but things take a serious turn when nasty things begin happening at Shrewsbury. A ‘Poison Pen’ is at work: worse still, the same person is behaving as a poltergeist, destroying property and writing obscene graffiti. The college’s reputation is targeted. The Dean and company do not want to call in the police, being frightened of the scandal it may create. Harriet is roped in as the investigator, later on joined by Wimsey, who as usual does an efficient job. During the course of the investigation, Harriet finally admits her feelings for Peter, and the story ends in a highly satisfying manner with the lovers locked in the traditional kiss.

***

The novel is overlong and rambling: and since there is no murder, tends to get repetitive with the atrocities committed by the miscreant. There are so many characters that one loses track sometimes. However, Sayers has done a fantastic job of creating the atmosphere of academe and the struggles felt by the women of early twentieth century, caught between the pleasures of the intellect and the demands of the flesh. In fact, the mystery itself centres on this dichotomy and the solution of it suddenly provides Harriet with the “Aha!” reaction with regard to her own confused feelings. The underplayed British humour is also there, very enjoyable as with any English novelist (Agatha Christie, P. G. Wodehouse) while describing love-struck youths behaving like imbeciles.

I found that unlike her other mysteries, this one was best if taken at a slow pace, like a lazy Saturday afternoon on the university grounds.

Review also on my BLOG .
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778 reviews47.8k followers
October 4, 2010
As I've said numerous times before, I love Lord Peter Wimsey. He's funny, a brilliant detective, and he peppers his speech with Shakespearan quotations the way I pepper mine with Simpsons quotes. He can always amuse and amaze me, but up until this point, that was extent of my fascination. Before I read Gaudy Night, I had always thought of Lord Peter mainly as an amusing, almost caricature detective. I had thought of him, simply, as a character. After Gaudy Night, however, I can't think of him this way anymore. For the first time since reading Strong Poison, I see Lord Peter as a human being. For the first time, Dorothy Sayers has presented him as a man, with hopes and fears and weaknesses and emotions. For the first time, Lord Peter is off his pedestal and I'm looking him straight in the eye, and it is wonderful.

I'm already a hefty paragraph into this review and I haven't even mentioned the mystery aspect of this story. It is, technically, a detective novel, but like so many other Sayers novels (but this one in particular), the mystery is really more of a subplot. In case you really care, here's my one-sentence plot encapsulation: Harriet Vane returns to her alma mater at Oxford (one of the few women's colleges at the time, btw) to help figure out who's been playing harmful pranks on the scholars there, and she enlists Lord Peter's help.

That's the whole mystery: who's been leaving insulting notes around Oxford? If that's all you knew about the book, you'd probably be wondering how that could possibly take 500 pages. Simple answer: it doesn't. All together, I would estimate that the actual mystery-solving only accounts for about 200 pages of the entire book. All the rest is about Harriet and Peter. If you don't see how that could possibly be interesting, you obviously haven't read Strong Poison. If you have, and still think 300 pages about Harriet and Peter working out their complicated and fascinating relationship would be interesting, you need to read Strong Poison again and pay attention this time.

In fact, I almost wish I had read more of the Harriet and Peter stories before I read this one - I know there are other novels where they interact, and I think I should read those, then read Gaudy Night again just to fully appreciate how far these two incredible characters have gone in order to reach this point.

In conclusion: Harriet Vane and Peter Wimsey are the best detectives ever created, and I will fight any Holmes/Watson fanboys who say otherwise.

PS: Just one thing I wondered about, and I won't give context to this so it won't count as a spoiler BUT - can someone who speaks Latin translate the last two lines of the book? I think I know what they mean, but I want to be totally 100% sure. It had goddamn better mean what I think it means.
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1,284 reviews216 followers
August 7, 2023
4.75*
"How fleeting are all human passions compared with the massive continuity of ducks.”

When you hear of Dorothy L. Sayers and her creation, Lord Peter Wimsey, it doesn’t take long for someone to tell you that YOU POSITIVELY HAVE TO READ Gaudy Night, and yes, they are right :O) This is a gem of a book.

Harriet Vane is back at Oxford to attend celebrations when she is asked to look into a series of malicious acts that are plaguing the all-female Shrewsbury College. After a while, being too close to the situation, she asks for Lord Peter Wimsey’s help. The mystery is a good one but ultimately this is a story about women’s place in society, education, marriage, and equality, all from the surprisingly modern perspective of 1935! Sayers, through Vane and Wimsey, touches on a whole lot of pertinent issues that are still scarily relevant nowadays! Can you have a career and a meaningful and romantic relationship?

”Do you find it easy to get drunk on words?"
“So easy that, to tell you the truth, I am seldom perfectly sober”

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29 reviews14 followers
August 8, 2007
Are you in love with dashing, fastidious, brilliant, Bach-performing, manuscript-collecting, sonnet-writing, puzzle-solving, Dickens-quoting, cricket-playing, fabulously wealthy, well-traveled, aristocratic detectives? Then this is the book for you...

Although this is really the third book in the Harriet Vane/Lord Peter Wimsey series (after Strong Poison and Have His Carcase), it is my favorite. Anyone who has been to Oxford will appreciate the detailed descriptions. Anyone who has ever been a woman trying to reconcile feminist values of individuality and self-fulfillment with Christian values of sacrifice and relationality will sympathize with Harriet.

Fans sometimes accuse Harriet of being less interesting than Lord Peter, but then introverted intuitive thinking types are often dismissed so unceremoniously. I, at least, find that Harriet voices what troubles my own head. So in a somewhat egoistical way, I find Harriet very interesting. :)
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October 2, 2022
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That was delightful, reminding me vividly of my own university experience. I would gladly have devoted myself to the life of the mind had I thought that I could have made a living out of it. I love research, I enjoy writing, I'm comfortable teaching. It could have been a good life. I was saved from it by my own ignorance of how to get my foot in the door. Now I know how many scholars are kept dangling around campuses by temporary contracts and vague promises, while earning barely enough to keep body and soul together. I'm not sure that I did tremendously better by choosing library work, but at least I had a union to make sure that I wasn't completely flattened by a parsimonious administration.

Harriet seems to be a stand in for the author in many ways. Sayers was a scholar as well as a novelist. I appreciate the breadth of her knowledge as I read the Peter Wimsey books. She can discourse intelligently on so many subjects. Like Harriet, Sayers didn't have the best luck in her choice of men—her first love, like Harriet's, scorned the institution of marriage, although he did marry another writer. [Bastard!] Her next relationship resulted in her pregnancy and it was revealed that her partner was already married. [Bastard!] However, she didn't give Harriet an illegitimate child to support and she did provide the devotion of Sir Peter.

Reading this has made me rather wistful for those student days, translating Greek texts, learning linguistics, analyzing poetry or Shakespeare, writing history papers. One of my instructors committed suicide halfway through term and we were supervised thereafter by a locally well known historian. He offered to edit one of my papers for publication, but it was so wrapped up in my mind with the deceased instructor that I couldn't face it. Probably one paper wouldn't have made any great difference in my life, but I do look back with regret at that lost chance at academic achievement.

The mystery in this novel keeps things ticking along, but it is mostly an argument in favour of the academic life and intellectual striving, plus a persuasive championing of women's right to be admitted to the fold. We take it for granted now—in fact, here in Canada, universities have more female students than male. But it is because of women like Dorothy Sayers that the door has been opened for us.

I chose to convert The River Styx Bingo square to Vintage Mystery by virtue of the Sleepy Hollow wild card in order to include this book in my Halloween reading.
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888 reviews526 followers
March 1, 2019
This is a mystery and they are trying to find... a vandalist. I mean sure, wayyy down the line of this book (300ish pages in of my edition, which is 550ish pages) there is an attempted murder. But for 300 pages the worst thing that happened was vandalism and some threats here and there. I didn't feel the pressing of the high stakes at all. Threats are something to take seriously, but when there was this many of them and no follow up action, I felt like this book lacked urgency. Which made it quite boring to read >.>

Even excepting the case itself, I felt like this book dragged a lot, which made it so boring. T.T I wouldn't have finished it if I hadn't read it for uni! I felt like there were so many elements of this book which could've been cut or trimmed down.

Harriet was an okay character. She wasn't likeable or unlikeable either? So I didn't feel anything when reading from her persepective. And Peter is a genius but isn't present for a lot of the novel and when he is he is okay too. So I didn't hate anyone or love anyone so I felt bored because there was no character I had any passionate feelings for either way.

The one good thing about this book is that it is really, really feminist. Which is always good to see in a classic book. It's not classic just because it's set in a female university when those were looked down on, but because of the discussions in the book, and how certain characters treat the women. I loved how the feminist feels were strong here.

But that's the only thing I liked and it's not enough for me to give a book a higher rating than this.

When the book ended I didn't really feel much other than relief that I had managed to waddle through the huge tome in time for my seminar >.>

The only other book I have read by this author was Strong Poison which I rated three stars. So, unfortunately, this is going to be my last Dorothy L. Sayers mystery...
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Author 7 books1,321 followers
August 19, 2018
Sayers writes herself into her series and then takes us on a trip to her alma mater. Gaudy Night is a slow and easy look at university life at an all-girls college in 1930s Oxford. Not your typical whodunnit, this is an enjoyable sojourn into academia that takes its time and lets the story and characters breathe.
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February 27, 2016
I feel it’s not really possible for me to “review” Gaudy Night. I kind of have to give you my life’s story along with it. Also, this isn’t going to be a review. It’s just going to be a long and rambling personal account of several different readings of the same book. If you’re not already a fan of both Wein AND Sayers, look away now.

I am a rare example of a Sayers-fan change ringer who wasn’t inspired to learn to ring because of The Nine Tailors. (I was inspired to learn to ring because of Akenfield: Portrait of an English Village , which was assigned to me in my European History class in my last year of school). However, my first actual panting crush on a real life actor was on Ian Carmichael as Lord Peter Wimsey in The Nine Tailors on Masterpiece Theatre. I was nine years old. This predated Mystery - that’s how long ago it was. I have been a Peter Wimsey fan for over FORTY YEARS. Truth. (Golly, that makes me feel old.)

I first read Gaudy Night when I was 22. I don’t remember reading it for the first time, but I know I was 22, because I read it at five year intervals the first three times, and the next time I was 27. At 27 I was in Oxford as an independent scholar working on my PhD, falling in love with the man I would later marry, and we all spent a lot of time biking and punting and going to the pub (as well as hours in the Bodleian Library and all of Oxford’s bell towers; indeed, I joined the bell ringers for the May morning celebration at Magdalen Tower). It was gloriously summer. My friends and I actually used Gaudy Night as a punting manual. (“[I'll] Watch you bring the pole up in three." "I promise to do that” [p. 308]) . (Incidentally I am quite vain of my technique, speed and skill as a puntress.) Reading Gaudy Night in Oxford while sort of living the post-graduate Oxford experience made me feel like I own them both.

Bicycle bells in a Boar’s Hill Pine,
Stedman Triple from All Saints’ steeple,
Tom and his hundred and one at nine,
Bells of Butterfield, caught in Keble,
Sally and backstroke answer “Mine!”


(- John Betjeman, from “Myfanwy at Oxford”)

So then I read it again when I was 32 – Harriet’s age in the book - by now married myself, and a PhD, with a book published and a writing career just opening up. And I felt rather fulfilled, even though I wasn’t really anywhere near Harriet in terms of career success at her age. But she was certainly the literary idol of my young adulthood, as Harriet M. Welsch had been the literary idol of my childhood.

So it was with a bit of trepidation that I set about reading it again this year, realizing that I was now nearly twenty years older than Harriet is in the book; could I possibly still relate to her?

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Yes and no.

I sat kind of agog at the insidious class prejudice and snobbery that’s at work in this book. I almost don’t know where to begin with it. And why didn’t it ever bother me before? (15 years ago, I thoughtlessly recommended this book to the woman who was housecleaning for me at the time. REALLY, E WEIN?) Partly, I’m sure, it stood out now because I have just finished writing something that focuses on class; but partly I think that in the current intellectual and political climate I’ve just become more aware of all kinds of prejudice. Anyway, it was jarring. Part of the reason I’ve never found the mystery portion of Gaudy Night very satisfying is because none of the scouts are particularly interesting or defined as characters – even Annie herself scarcely puts in an appearance (and I was watching her like a hawk this time through). So when the big whodunnit reveal comes… who really cares? Annie’s finest hour is when she locks herself in the coal cellar and then tells the Senior Common Room exactly what she thinks of them. It would have been more shocking if it HAD been the Warden, or Cattermole, after all.

Also, it bugged me that the scouts and maids – the female lower class of this book – were all essentially meek and timid and dull, but the male servants – think of Bunter – are far more favourably portrayed. The porter Padgett is entertaining and loyal in addition to showing signs of rudimentary intelligence. Annie’s chief character flaw, by contrast, seems to be an aspiration to rise above her station in life. I dunno. I am profoundly disturbed by Annie as the villain.

I did find myself wondering (having now delved somewhat more deeply into the mystery genre than I’ve previously explored), from a craftsman's point of view, how Sayers set the whole thing up. Did she use a calendar? Did she have notebooks full of character descriptions? (I can’t keep anyone in the Senior Common Room straight apart from Miss de Vine, Miss Lydgate, and Miss Hillyard; and of these, I only have one character handle to attach to any of them – hairpins, page proofs, and a crush on Peter). Did she make herself a map of Shrewsbury College? Did she have a chart showing everybody’s alibis – or better yet, a little dolls’ house with figurines she moved about in it? I’m really in awe of the novelist’s technique here, in the days before word processors. Incidentally, Harriet DICTATES HER NOVELS. It allows her to discuss character motivation and plot consistency with her secretary AS SHE WRITES. Why the heck am I sitting in this house alone day after day?

(E Wein: "That's what I need, someone to dictate to!"
Tim: "You dictate to all of us!")

(I was recently very miffed by a tumblr post in which a self-styled “Millennial” suggested that those of us born in the 20th century lived in a complete vacuum without the internet. There is a scene in Gaudy Night - published in 1935 – in which Harriet receives mail THREE TIMES A DAY, in addition to telegrams and telephone calls. It’s a great scene – she is constantly jumping up from her writing to check her mail. Sound familiar?)

But I said yes and no, didn’t I, about still relating to Harriet?

I actually found that in the intervening twenty years my own writing career had changed into something that more closely matched Harriet’s than I ever imagined, which made me kind of laugh and cry. Sayers is so clearly indulging herself in this book, sending up critics, reviewers, the publishing world, literary circles, and of course, academia. I can so relate to Harriet’s – and by extraction, Sayers’s – love-hate relationship with academia, the feeling of “Thank God I’m not part of this” coupled with a longing to get back to it. "Once, I was a scholar" (p. 59). So there’s that.

But mainly there is Peter, and the love story, and their coming together. That, for me, was always the best part of the book. And here’s the thing: all that matching of intellect and sensibility, the mutual demand for honesty, Peter giving Harriet the space to be herself, to have her career, to be his equal in their partnership: this is the heart and soul of my own relationship with my own partner. In the abstract Harriet and Peter – stripped of their education and class and the pretences imposed by gender and nationality - I see myself and my own soulmate. So indeed there is a kind of fulfilment to reading this book in middle age. Harriet and I have made the right choices.

Also, we are both very lucky.

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[...said Miss de Vine... ] "One can't be pitiful where one's own job is concerned. You'd lie cheerfully, I expect, about anything except - what?"

"Oh, anything!" said Harriet, laughing. "Except saying that somebody's beastly book is good when it isn't. I can't do that. It makes me a lot of enemies, but I can't do it."
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Author 13 books874 followers
January 2, 2013
Where I got the book: my bookshelf. This is a 1940 Gollancz edition I picked up somewhere and I absolutely love it because no matter where you are in the story, the book lays flat and keeps its place. I get so impatient with books that won't stay open.

The story: five years after being erroneously accused--and then, thanks to Lord Peter Wimsey, acquitted--of murdering her lover, Harriet Vane is getting on with her life as a writer and puzzling over what she's going to do about Lord Peter: push him out of her life or accede to his marriage proposals? She's invited back to Oxford to visit her old college, where a mysterious prankster and writer of anonymous notes seems to have a grudge against academic women in general and Shrewsbury College in particular. Called in to investigate, Harriet ponders whether an intellectual woman should allow love into her life or whether retirement into a life of learning is the answer. The appearance of Peter in Oxford to help with her investigations could be disastrous--maybe.

This is my favorite Wimsey book, and probably one of my favorite love stories of all time. It is, I think, Sayers' most feminist novel, showing women trying to carve out an existence for themselves that has nothing to do with men, and yet acknowledging that love and relationships can have a place in a woman's life without totally destroying her true self. I think Sayers is arguing for give and take; it's true even today that women make a certain sacrifice, far more than men do, when they enter into a marriage (the physical and emotional effects of childbearing and the change in status are still very real, despite our so-called progress) and I think Sayers is seeking, not so much an end to such sacrifice but an acknowledgement that it is real and should not be entered into lightly.

After pulling Wimsey and Vane through two novels, Sayers is faced with the challenge of getting two emotionally scarred characters to the big Yes, and she does so through Harriet's eyes, using her beloved Oxford as the catalyst. In the (disturbed) peace of academe, Harriet is able to reconcile her past with her present, explore Wimsey's own vulnerabilities and finally acknowledge her physical attraction to him. It's that attraction, it seems to me, that's the clincher; Sayers clearly believes that marriage must be a union of bodies first and foremost, and that the emotional and intellectual side of things will sort itself out if the physical bond is strong enough.

It's also interesting that Harriet's new insights into her own feelings bring about a revolution in her development as a writer. It's often been said that Harriet is Sayers herself, and indeed I have always had the impression that Sayers fell in love with her own creation, Wimsey, and wrote herself into the stories so that he could fall for her; a very interesting statement about the life of the imagination! Whether that's true or not, I happen to find Harriet convincing in her own right, but what she discovers about her writing in Gaudy Night may well be a reflection of Sayers' feelings about how a detective novel should be, i.e. no mere intellectual puzzle but a true novel with psychological growth in the characters. I think we take it for granted today that the characters in a novel should have a growth arc, recognizing two-dimensional characters for what they are and scorning them; I think we tend to forget that even some of the best writers of bygone decades tended to deal far more in caricatures and "types" than we would now accept. What we still read now are the ones that survived precisely because they were a cut above the others.

Gaudy Night, famously, contains no murder but there are a whole lot of motives for murder, all centered on human relationships. Sayers tackles the demons (her own, I can't help but thinking) of possessiveness and jealousy, and the kind of love that wants to absorb its object. She argues for balance; but does she entirely achieve it with her lead characters? I'm not so sure.
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4,138 reviews1,067 followers
September 13, 2013
Over a year ago now, Lord Peter pretty much saved my life. I was hysterical and still half under anaesthesia; the nurses were unsympathetic; I have an anxiety disorder as it is, let alone when I'm in a great deal of pain with insufficient morphine. My blood oxygen levels were catastrophic, even with pure oxygen. My mother forced her way onto the ward and held my hand. When they made her go, my blood oxygenation was up a little, but not much; she didn't let them send her away until she'd put her Kindle by my pillow, playing Edward Petherbridge reading Dorothy L. Sayers. Under that influence, I lay still and quiet, and listened, and breathed.

Not coincidentally, Edward Petherbridge slightly overshadows Ian Carmichael in my affections, and I don't think I'll ever be able to read Gaudy Night without sympathising wholly with Harriet's realisation of her own feelings. I could find no fault with it this time, neither in the slow build or anything else. I don't think I'll ever be rational about Lord Peter again, and I was already a fair way to in love with the character.

He can be ridiculous, but he's so good; sometimes, in the other books, I think I resented Harriet a little for her treatment of him. But she's in an awful position too, and Gaudy Night makes that clear -- and my goodness, the scenes where she starts to finally realise her physical (animal?) attraction to him are a little breathtaking. Peter's too perfect, of course, especially in Gaudy Night -- but in a perfect way I find impossible to fault!

Sayers' Oxford is a lovely thing, too. Once upon a time, I went to Cambridge to look round and simply felt choked by it all, but I think that when I visit Oxford, I'll be ready and willing to love it through Sayers' eyes. It's a powerfully nostalgic version of university life, especially for someone currently struggling to get any help with a PhD proposal -- oh for Shrewsbury College and the community there!
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550 reviews114 followers
May 14, 2020
This one is much adored by Peter Wimsey fans because



💠Harriet Vane's onstage for most all of it
💠We get major Harriet-Peter developments
💠Sayers' beloved dreaming spires of Oxford shine as the setting

But you'll have to wade through many, many old-college-girl conversations, not much Peter, and no Bunter.

S.C.R. = senior commons room
J.C.R. = junior commons room
W.P.B. = waste paper basket

If you think that's an *uproarious* joke, well then, you're good to go.
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Author 4 books711 followers
September 10, 2015
very strange book. it's a 500 page mystery but the main character never does any detecting, she just kinda sits around waiting for the criminal to strike again... and again... and again... and again... and again... and then in the end her detective boyfriend shows up and says who did it and then the evildoer makes a speech. which is actually a really good speech! by far the best part of the book. and then there's some kissin' and it's over. not really sure why this one's so famous, though i can see how the setting (a women's college) was probably out of the ordinary at the time.
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916 reviews118 followers
August 3, 2021
I have read this book so many times I've lost count. There are actually four books in this series, of which I love three ("Strong Poison", "Gaudy Night", and "Busman's Honeymoon"). the other one, the second book in the series, "Have His Carcase" is only meh. Anyway, the mysteries in the three books are just a side story. The real meat of them are the developing relationship between Harriet and Peter. I totally love reading how they both work out their issues and finally come together.

So, these books were written in the 1930s and Ms. Sayers is a total British class snob, slightly anti-Semitic, and stubbornly refuses to include any translations of the French and Latin passages. I can't explain exactly why this doesn't bother me as I'm Jewish but it doesn't. It's ironic that Sayers' longtime lover was Jewish! I guess it's the same with my favorite modern authors who may use a bit too much profanity. The positives of the book outweigh the negatives... or maybe I'm just rationalizing! :-) Her insight into the human condition as well her wit is wonderful!

If you enjoy a cozy British mystery with a great, dramatic love story, then I highly recommend this book.
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958 reviews203 followers
December 25, 2019
Harriet Vane has spent the last five years trying to outrun the specter of being tried for murder—and the attentions of the detective who proved her innocence. After attending Gaudy at Shrewsbury College in Oxford, Harriet is invited back to aid in investigating a series of vulgar letters and destructive acts against senior members of the college while also attempting to investigate her own desires.

1. I want to preface this with an acknowledgement that this book is an intellectual landscape meant to appeal to those with a solid understanding of both the world of Oxford and the literary and historical connections thereof. It’s a smart-ass book, is what I’m saying, and I would only go so far as to define myself as a smart-ass.

Therefore: a gap exists between the intended audience and your honored reviewer. I apologize, but do plan to go on.

2. My initial impression is that I did not put down the book completely satisfied with the thing. Not disappointed, but not fulfilled. Merely ... whetted. There were many things I adored and some things I did not but the overall sensation was not fizzling, exuberant joy.

3. To me, the book spends too much time on an unsound premise: that Harriet so firmly believes she can choose only heart, or mind. That the world somehow cannot support both—ignoring the very obvious evidence in the opening chapters of a woman (Harriet’s happily married friend, Phoebe) who has not only chosen both but presents it openly and joyously. It makes Harriet seem more fool than fact-finding heroine; yes, she has a fear to put to bed, but it grows tiresome after the Nth repetitious loop.

Certainly the argument can be made that Harriet cannot be pushed to choose when she does not know her own heart, but as the battle continues to be raged over a life of scholarship and “the job” versus some compromise Harriet has written into her own perception of Peter’s proposals—I struggled with it.

I also struggled with it because Harriet approaches the depths of her heart rather as a cat edging up to a momentous leap: she has looked down and seen but pulls back again and again to the safe ground of “not knowing her own wants”. Perhaps this is the point: perhaps we’re meant to connect to an intelligent woman afraid of her own (non-academic) desires, trying to determine a path forward between the two.

(“That was an admission of equality, and she had not expected it of him. If he conceived of marriage along those lines, then the whole problem would have to be reviewed in that new light; but that seemed scarcely possible. To take such a line and stick to it, he would have to be, not a man but a miracle.” AND THEN “[S]he would readily have contracted obligations towards the devil himself, if she could have been sure that the prince of darkness was a gentleman of Peter’s kidney.” It happens over and over: she acknowledges and retreats: “No, it won’t do to feel like that. … I won’t get mixed up with that kind of thing again. … I’ll stay out of it. … I’ll stay here …”)
She had often wondered, in a detached kind of way, what it was that Peter valued in her and had apparently valued from that first day when she had stood in the dock and spoken for her own life. Now that she knew, she thought that a more unattractive pair of qualities could seldom have been put forward as an excuse for devotion.
4. Consider also: I am not that smart, or that patient. I grew tired of the circling, of the wallowing, of the wondering. Harriet loves Peter, the text tells me again and again (she literally dreams of being in Peter’s embrace and awakens to say, “Oh damn. And I didn’t want to wake up.” HOW MUCH MORE OBVIOUS DO YOU NEED IT THERE, VANE? She has hot-flashes watching him in a punt on the Isis and stands guard over his slumber because whether she will admit it or not it this is a role she had given herself) and yet Harriet flees this clarity again and again—to the point I begin to second guess myself and my understanding of what I’m reading. This doesn’t lend itself to a spectacularly enjoyable experience—am I following along correctly or am I actually an idiot?

(I refer also to the discussion she has with Miss de Vine around fundamental purposes, where Miss de Vine says “But if there’s any subject in which you’re content with the second-rate, then it isn’t really your subject.” Which immediately proceeds this: “I seem to be taking a lot of trouble about this, she thought, as she carefully re-read [the letter to Peter about his nephew]. If I believed Miss de Vine, I might begin to imagine—damn those students!—Would anybody believe it could take one two hours to write a simple letter?” OBVIOUS.)

(ALSO ALSO: “When I am from him, I am dead till I be with him.” !!!)

5. That punt scene in its entirety belongs, perhaps, in this review, but I’m only going to include
He looked up; and she was instantly scarlet, as though she had been dipped in boiling water. Through the confusion of her darkened eyes and drumming ears some enormous bulk seemed to stoop over her. Then the mist cleared. His eyes were riveted upon the manuscript again, but he breathed as though he had been running.

So, thought Harriet, it has happened. But it happened long ago. The only new thing that has happened is that now I have got to admit it to myself. I have known it for some time. But does he know it? He has very little excuse, after this, for not knowing it. Apparently he refuses to see it, and that may be new. If so, it ought to be easier to do what I meant to do.
I am presuming she means that she ought to refuse him? Send him on his way? But I don’t comprehend Harriet’s reasoning anymore: she has acknowledged that she has misunderstood and maligned Peter and his motives several times at this point, but she continues to refuse to reexamine her obviously spurious evidence.

If there had been just slightly more movement forward, I wouldn’t have had a problem. But up until the last page it feels as though we’re meant to believe that Harriet may still refuse him, may still reject the possibility of choosing both her mind and her heart.

And to me, that’s a hard-to-swallow pill.

6. I did laugh several times, however, even during the Agonies.
"You have a nice throat for it,” pursued his lordship, thoughtfully. “It has a kind of arum-lily quality that is in itself an invitation to violence. I do not want to be run in by the local bobby for assault; but if you will kindly step aside with me into this convenient field, it will give me great pleasure to strangle you scientifically in several positions.”
JUST BONE ALREADY YOU HORNDOGS.

“‘Poor old Peter!’ said Harriet. The remark probably deserves to be included in an anthology of Great First Occasions.”

Also the ENTIRETY of Saint George stumbling onto the scene. I did enjoy Harriet discovering more and more of the foundations of Peter Wimsey-the-man: his friends, his family, his nephews, his college, his weaknesses. Those were all wonderful and perfect and strangely lovely as seen through Harriet’s eyes.

7. Overall, I liked Gaudy Night but I just wanted things to be slightly more settled. I adored getting Harriet leaning into Peter and learning Peter, and I loved her examining her own mind; I just grew tired of the somewhat stagnant nature of some of those avenues. A bit more tactile evidence and a bit more clarity would have bumped this into an easy 5 stars. For now, I’m giving it a 4.5, rounding down for pettiness-sake.
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Slow, slow leak that proceeds to fill a lake of historic educational manners and structure, wit under 100 synonyms, emotional reservoirs with walls the size of Hoover Dam, and female gender conflicts and dichotomies of this age between the world wars amid the ironies of work/wifehood/intellect/purpose for women of high aptitudes especially before or since.

Yes, a run-on sentence. But accurate for this classic Sayers which presses all the most intrinsic cores of women's appeal, place, role, expectation and actuation of marriage.

It takes a couple 100 pages just to get all the characters well defined. And on the way you will come across verse, quotes of the ancient erudite, forms of lyrical appeal. Puzzles of complex sentences enough to choke a T. Rex.

It's no easy read and this will absolutely, positively, more superlative of degree words put here- NOT BE for everyone. Because if you are looking for shock value action language, feisty but direct personalities, status quo womanly nurturing and complacent ideology and practices- you are not going to find any of the "norm" mystery or who-dun-it tableau here. I can completely understand some people giving this 1 star. It's just not most moderns' cup of tea.

Harriet Vane is sculpted to perfection. Lord Peter Wimsey perhaps more kind, better in base nature and just plain more brilliant than is humanly possible. Maybe! But maybe not?

The plot also fits hand and glove into the womanly path and onus questions. Perfection there for the same kinds of Mommy Wars that occurred with the earlier feminist movements in the 1970's. And still exist. They do. Go to any PTO or PTA grammar school meeting. They are still as hot as the Gaza strip.

Regardless, it had a few flaws. Just a few. But I cannot and will not take a star away.

The punting on the river in the afternoon (those particular pages) and the Hall dinner with Peter attending the very following night were two of the best scenes I've ever read. Including all the plays beyond the novels- the most brilliant not only to the conversations but to the windows of "eyes" given to the reader. You are sharing the punt and the table.

That moment where the physical is encapsulated within the mental or thought process flowing into unity- while looking at a brow line or the hair edging at the back of the neck which is flush from exercise. And this entire understanding from that moment for the self-realization of what IS your own control. That is so seldom done in words. Almost never. And hasn't been for any book I've read that was written after about 1970. People fall into sex so easily in our more modern age and without any mental or emotional depth of exercise- that they can't even acknowledge that those other aspects exist as well and as much as they do. And so the voids for the "missing parts" expand for the easy fallers. If you don't understand what I'm describing- read that section of the book. It comes past the half. Actually Peter is almost entirely obscured in the first 1/2 of this novel, except as a Harriet or his nephew's reference or within letters in the post, or continental distance phone calls.

And the Hall conversations in this book!!

All hail, Dorothy L. Sayers.

These next days are travel but I'll be sure to take a Busman's Honeymoon along the way. Oh to be 30 something again!

And lastly. It's completely outlier that I give an Oxford located or the most erudite higher class studies such a high mark. Possibly because in this age, there was still some realistic humility and openness to other ideas but the self-fostered within the mix?
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