


I suppose Maud’s ability to get away with her petty crime spree is a cautionary tale about the dangers of ageism and sexism, which contribute to obscuring the truth about people. One of her victims is an abusive husband, and so there’s some moral satisfaction in her scheme to take him out even though her actual motivation is just to end the disturbances his beatings create and get a little “peace at Christmastime.” Otherwise, she’s basically just going after people who annoy or disappoint her. Reading about Maud’s evil deeds was wryly amusing, but I think the overall effect would have been a lot more interesting if she was more clearly either a straight-up villain or an avenger of wrongs ill-served by proper justice. He patted her awkwardly on the arm and left her alone. But maybe I sensed something, because suddenly I noticed her lying in the water.


And the shower was running, so I didn’t hear anything. “My hearing isn’t very good, and I had soap in my eyes. She told him she had been in the shower, and therefore hadn’t seen the woman fall. When pressed for information about a crime (or, as it often seems, a very unfortunate fatal accident) in her vicinity, she puts on a show of confusion that blends seamlessly with everyone’s assumption that she’s of no importance to their investigation:Ī man who introduced himself as Head of Security at the hotel came over to ask Maud if she could tell him how the accident had happened. A nimble octagenarian with all her wits about her, Maud uses canes and walkers to appear more physically feeble than she actually is (and also, when necessary, to trip, strike, or knock people down stairs). While Miss Marple turns expectations of her irrelevance on their head with her ingenuity in solving crimes, Maud uses them to camouflage her guilt. Both are well aware that they are in the demographic least likely to be noticed or, if seen, taken seriously as decisive players in their own or anyone else’s life. Maud, the protagonist of Helene Tursten’s An Elderly Lady Is Up To No Good, is a sly inversion of Agatha Christie’s iconic “elderly lady” detective, Miss Marple. An elderly lady out and about in the lovely weather didn’t attract much attention. The best thing was that none of the people bustling about took any notice of her. No one took any notice of the elderly lady. She had pulled on a white fabric sunhat with a wide brim, which hid her hair and part of her face. In order to make herself look a little shorter and older, she stooped over her walker. Slowly she set off in the direction of the Rosenlund Canal.
