
While I admit I have always been familiar with Dorothy
Gilman’s Mrs. Pollifax novels (she wrote 14 of them, spanning the 1960’s
through 2000), I never thought of them as spy novels, just your everyday murder
mysteries featuring an aging widow in the vein of Agatha Christie’s Miss
Marple. But as I was doing research on Donald E. Westlakes Forever and a Death (which led me to A Spy in the Ointment),
I stumbled upon a site that is dedicated to Westlake written by many of his
long-time fans. The blogger talked about spy novels and referenced Gilman’s
Mrs. Pollifax, which was released in the mid-1960s at the height of spy genre era.
So I got a used copy, just to see if it was anything I might like. I found the
book okay and but it’s completely unbelievable (but that was the magic of early
to mid-1960s), as there is no way any agency CIA or FBI, would send such
untrained octogenarian into such an unstable element that was returning micro
film (a McGuffin straight out a Hitchcock film) from Mexico.
Still, The Unexpected Mrs. Pollifax has some charm to it. Mrs. Pollifax is
just the kind of grandmother anyone would love to have –very resourceful,
intelligent, somewhat sly, and, who just happens to a secret CIA operative. If taken as a complete fantasy, the book works
(even as Gilman inserted a lot of real-life historical anecdotes about the
country of Albania, Russia, and China), but over fifty years later, the magical aspect of how the book gets
going made me roll my eyes.
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