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This chilling scene, filmed by a concealed police camera in a nursing home in East Sussex, is the dramatic heart of The Case of Yolande McShane, a powerful documentary shown last week on British television. The "case" began in March 1976 when Sussex police learned that Yolande McShane, 60, the wife of an artist, was urging her 87-year-old mother, Mrs. Edith Mott, to commit suicide. The daughter was deeply in debt and stood to inherit $70,000 upon her mother's death...
Having obtained permission from the nuns who cared for Mrs. Mott, police filmed the 3½-hour visit. As she left the home, McShane was arrested. The nuns searched Mrs. Mott's clothing and found 18 Nembutal tablets-more than enough to kill a healthy adult. Still on film, the mother explained that she wished to die. "It's because my daughter loves me so much that she wants to help me," she said...
...jury disagreed. After a 14-day trial early this year, McShane was convicted on charges of attempting to "aid, abet, counsel or procure" her mother's suicide and passing dangerous drugs. She was sentenced to two years in prison...
...works of art." Edmund Wilson's excoriation of mystery writers excluded the Marlowe books from unfavorable comment. "Farewell, My Lovely," wrote the critic, "is the only one of these books that I have read all of and read with enjoyment." The author was unimpressed. "To him," reports McShane, "Memoirs of Hecate County proved that Edmund Wilson did not know how to write, and he poked fun at the solemnity of Auden's remarks about the 'critical milieu...
...perennially urged to break out, to write something more "serious" than a mere detective novel. He always refused. This was Chandler's final paradox, his simultaneous tragedy and guarantee of stature. Despite McShane's claims for his subject as "one of the most important writers of his time," the author saw himself with less extravagance and literary pomp. "The best mystery-story writers," he once wrote, "are those whose perceptiveness does not outrange their material." As always, Raymond Chandler was master of the exit line...