Fr there’s a moment in Gaudy Night when Harriet returns to the (women’s) college and passes by a couple night porters and one of them says something about how useless it is that all the wimmen are wasting their time and money getting educated and then the other fellow says something to the effect of “What we need here is a chap like those German’s Hitler. He’d straighten out these gels.”
Did Sayers hear that line IRL? Probably not, but she likely heard the sentiment repeated both in conversation and in print. Facism was *cool*. They had neat clothes, and fit young men, and summer camps! They had optimized trains! They were scientifically advancing society for the betterment of all!
The first book in the Wimsey series has Lord Peter encountering not just bald-faced anti-semitism, so common as to be wholly unremarkable by the entirety of the cast (if not the narrative), but also entire charitable societies based on eugenically cleansing the populace to create a Better Britain. They’re handing out pamphlets and hosting fundraisers in Polite Society!
We have so romanticized the Good vs Evil narrative of WWII that we have largely forgotten that the distance between Us and Them was a matter of millimeters, not miles. The portions of the populace of both the UK and the States that favored the Germans was, like, REALLY HIGH, you guys. There’s a reason why Chamberlain tried appeasement, why FDR chose isolationism. Because everyone thought that well, you know. Those guys over there? They’ve got A Point.
The Lord Peter Wimsey novels are hilarious. They’re charming. The mysteries are delightful and something I, at least, was genuinely caught wrong-footed on multiple times. The romance between Peter and Harriet is swoon-worthy. Bunter is my gold standard for the valet/assistant. The insight into the way she’ll shock aka PTSD was viewed at the time is frankly fascinating and nuanced.
But these books’ real staying power, for me, is how deftly Sayers captures and critiques her society and her world in these mysteries. I didn’t walk away from a single one without feeling like I’d just been transported into a specific period of time and been exposed to sentiments that are are once familiar and foreign.
I devoured these books during the dark ages (aka ‘20-‘21) and I am still thinking about them weekly three years on. Everyone knows Christie and Doyle, Higgins Clark and Grisham, but almost no one (except @amarguerite) knows Sayers. No one told me about Sayers, even my avid mystery reading people. And that makes me sad. I have yet been able to convince any of my IRL people to pick up Whose Body?, the first book in the series.
Anyway. Read Dorothy L Sayers, everyone. Reread it. Listen to the audiobooks. Tell Your Friends.
(Also, read Connie Willis but especially The Doomsday Book if you want to see some fascinating predictions as to the way a modern pandemic would affect society, only written decades before COVID was a twinkle in SARS’ eye. Another dark ages read that had me repeatedly referencing the title page to verify its publication date.)