Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Open Season, Archer Mayor

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I've been reading mysteries set in New England and just recently discovered Archer Mayor's books. Open Season, his first, is a terrific procedural, but with more insight and heart than one usually finds in the sub-genre. He has a wonderful description of his development as a cop as seen in his relationship with his gun:

"It also meant carrying a gun--the ultimate symbol of the simple answer to a complex world--and it gave me a chance, every once in a while, to do something "right," which by that time in my life was becoming an elusive quality... [But] most bad guys were usually regular guys with a screw loose--barring a few exceptions.... The gun lost its appeal as I began to rely more on my instincts than on its authority. I came to see if finally as the unreasoning thing it is: the admission of your brain's collapse under panic and impotent rage."

There is also a wonderful description of his mother that concludes with the perfect simile:

"Outwardly, she remained pleasant and good-natured, but I always sensed a tiredness there, as if she'd been asked to smile for the camera just one shot beyond her tolerance."

Most of all, I appreciate his subtle, careful handling of childhood abuse, which is able to convey indirectly. There is a brilliant scene in which he interviews the mother in a dark green living room he likens to an aquarium. It's an unusual image, but the metaphor of being underwater works so well in this context. The way the elderly mother keeps it and herself spotlessly clean while ignoring the incredible ickiness that has gone on in the house. There's a bit where she reaches down a collects a bit of fuzz off the carpet and puts it in the pocket of her cardigan. Completely real.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, Muriel Spark

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I'm a huge fan of non-linear narrative and delayed decoding, and Spark's book is a gem. I love the way she circles around, building the characters through repetition and variation. Even Miss Brodie's speech has this circular quality as she hops from general principles or life lessons to associations or corrections in the present moment. There is an incredible build toward the final, unexpected twist.

I'm looking forward to seeing the Maggie Smith movie, but I'm very glad I read the book first. Absolutely brilliant.

There are delightfully clever lines, like the description of Miss Brodie's nemesis, Miss Mackay, "a sharp-minded woman, who smelt her prey very near and yet saw it very far." And I adore Sandy's imaginary conversations with literary figures, especially her exchange as Miss Brodie recites Tennyson's The Lady of Shallot, which is priceless:

     Down she came and found a boat
     Beneath a willow left afloat,
     And round about the prows she wrote
     The Lady of Shalott.

     "By what means did your Ladyship write these words?" Sandy enquired in her mind with her lips shut tight.
     "There was a pot of white paint and brush which happened to be standing upon the grassy verge," replied the Lady of Shalott graciously. "It was left there no doubt by some heedless member of the Unemployed."