No Tears for Hilda

I have read a few really, really bad Golden Age mysteries, but this was so bad it was almost funny. Almost.

The crime made no sense. The amateur sleuth was annoying and really, really dumb. And the writing was godawful in that it was rife with misogyny and pop psychology that literally made no sense at all.

And to top all of this, the resolution – as hilarious as it was – was entirely implausible.

A man arrives home to find his wife dead on the kitchen floor. She appears to have committed suicide by putting her head in the gas oven and turning on all the taps. He calls the police who at first treat it as suicide,but on investigation they arrest the husband for murder. All seems straight-forward until the husband's friend,Max Easterbrook starts to investigate himself and begins to find out that Hilda (the wife) is not quite such a straightforward character as he had been led to believe.
This is a fairly standard murder story with a not particularly clever killer. I would opine that the murdered woman is the most interesting character and that the so-called investigator (as well as the official police ) are pretty useless overall.