Bedelia Author:Vera Caspary Vera Caspary has written a study of a psychopath as fluffy as eiderdown, a kitten whose claws were steel. — Bedelia was everything to please a man-and she pleased many. She was small, cuddly; she smelled nice. She never argued or lost her temper. Her house, like her hair, was shining, her food delicious. She loved to cook, and she adored the gad... more »gets of housekeeping. How strange that a passion for percolators and copper pans should help solve the curious riddle of her past!
When Charles Horst's mother died he went to Colorado Springs for a rest. Besides the rest he acqauired this charming little widow for a bride. No one was more delighted than Charles, except possibly Bedelia, who acquired both a home and an adoring husband. She was too happy "doing over" the Victorian house and tending Charles's comfort to say much of her antecedents.
The tension between Charles and his bride mounts in the stillness of a great snow in Connecticut, as the story unfolds of an amoral woman who loved love and money, and who finally loved a man.
As in Laura and now again in Bedelia, Vera Caspary avoids the conventional groove. No mysteriours opening doors for her.No velvet-gloved hads or hidden rubies. No eerie cries in the night. Murder, yes, suspense, yes-plenty of it-but at the core of her stories is a comprehension which illuminates and gives credibility to the incredible actions of men and women.
She says that her writing career has been varied, and has no trouble proving it. Her first job was in a Chicago advertising agency. She sold all sorts of things by mail, and became an authority on correspondence courses. She did editorial work in New York, traveled abroad, and began writing short stories and novels. Her success with photoplays has kept her on call in Hollywood but she likes to be mobile and to get into the thick of things. "To be a writer," she believes "you must have a point of view in what you experience. You need to keep an ear and an eye always at the keyhole, without malice. After you have observed, and listened at keyholes, all you need is a will of iron to ride the beam."« less