As planned, we followed up Mark Derby’s excellent Womanhunt with more, pretty much anything we could find. It turned out to be this Collins hardback of 1958’s Sun in the Hunter’s Eyes. The title suggests the book is a jungle adventure but it’s mostly a missing persons tale. Struggling dramatist Robert Avery happens to have spent some time in Asia during military service, so he’s sent by his family to Singapore to determine the disposition of a missing relative. Alive or dead, the truth must be ascertained before a sizable estate can be disbursed, but he has virtually no idea where to look.
Derby channels South Asia better than many of the scores of writers who’ve tackled the colonial-in-Asia trope. His main character Avery has specific but limited knowledge of the region. He’s a guy in over his head, trying to do right by his family. He can fight a little, and think on his feet, and those qualities help him immensely. Later we see his skills in the jungle, but again, he’s no magician out there. He credits his Malayan guides from previous years for instructing him, but he’s nowhere near their level. Derby would use this same man-of-limited-experience gimmick again in Womanhunt.
This tale isn’t as good as Womanhunt, but then how could it be? Its main problem, if we want to call it that, is the moments that make you lower the book and go, “Wow,” don’t come until the final fifth. A less important issue is that the primary supporting character—love interest and walking conundrum Nona Nicholas, who was once married to the missing man—is mostly nerves, tears, and cryptic statements. There’s a reason for it, and she changes in that final fifth we mentioned. The question is whether Derby makes the wait worthwhile. We think so. When the puzzle finally fits together, Avery hits the jungle and the story hits great heights.
Some fine authors have an indisputably best book, an apex they never reach again. The subject makes for some of the most passionate debates to be had amongst literature fans. Try it discussing Hemingway, or Vonnegut, or John D. MacDonald, or Cormac McCarthy, and see if everyone makes it out of the room alive. Was Womanhunt that best book for Derby? It was better than Sun in the Hunter’s Eyes, so perhaps he spoiled us. But he’s still two-for-two. We’re encouraged enough to try reading everything we can obtain. At that point we’ll be able to answer the question of which effort sits on top.