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domingo, novembro 11, 2018

Rump and Rexit: "Dark Sacred Night" by Michael Connelly





The first thriller I remember reading as a child was “The Falcon’s Malteaser” by Anthony Horowitz. Looking back, it’s amazing how many of the gripes of the genre were in it, yet it could be enjoyed as a 10 year old.

One another classic thriller writer, not many people about, probably because he is too pulpy, is Sax Rohmer with the Fu Manchu books. Fast paced, sometimes brutal, often funny, you can see their impact in wider culture even now. They may not be the highest of brow books, but I do love them. On the other hand, I can’t wait for the new James Ellroy as the second LA quartet continues. Loved all his previous books, and the continuation of the stories of his characters across them make them books I regularly return to.

When I’m in a bad mood I like to facetiously imply that no literary fiction has a plot. Bizarre comment you might think, right? I’m sure some of you would agree with me though, some of it is tedious drivel and some of it isn’t ... all in the writing isn’t it whatever the genre, right? Tons of lit fic is plot driven and it’s good or bad; tons isn’t and it’s good or bad, crime fiction is obviously very plot driven, and it’s also either done well or badly. It can be very formulaic. I prefer crime fiction that has political stuff happening or at the other end of the spectrum, grimy stuff. Not really a fan of reoccurring detectives stumbling across the crime of the century multiple times; I find it cheesy and the knowledge that they are in no real jeopardy annoys me. For me it’s all about that sweet spot though. A good example is Phillip Meyer’s “American Rust” and “The Son”. Absolutely literary fiction that involves criminal activity and a good deal of violence. Of plot, prose and character, plot is the most fun but the least interesting. Some literary fiction has no plot at all, yet remains a page-turner. Anthony Powell's “A Dance to the Music of Time” sequence springs to mind.

Most people I know who like Crime Fiction are people who inherently do not like folks who do bad to get away with it, back then; they could not care if the evil gets away with it or not, as long as it is twisted people doing twisted stuff, so degenerate are the times.

I do like a good crime story but most modern Crime novels are about murder, usually serial killers and often sexual assault/rape. Are there any well-crafted detective novels about car theft, robbery or dog fouling? Ok, that last one maybe a stretch too far but we do seem obsessed with murder.

Populism is never good for self-esteem in serious art. E. L. James? Dan Brown? The Art of the Deal? And yes, I will resist the temptation to shoehorn in Rump and Rexit; let's keep that Anglo Saxon shame out of it. It’s true that crime thrillers can’t get away with sloppiness. Michael Connelly does not really write Literary Crime Fiction, but he would if he set his mind to it. The sense I got from the “Sacred Dark Night” is that Connelly thought a long time ago: “This thriller writing lark is easy - I’m a great writer, let’s cash in”. So forget about one vast, glaring (to me) plot hole was left in (because the whole thing collapses if it’s not there) [again, spoilers]. It would have been the instinctive and obvious thing for an ordinary middle class person to do. Connelly even tries to paper over it later, having one of his character vaguely muse about how stupid it was. This is just lazy writing. “Literary” novels can get away with a lot if the language is impressive enough. Crime novels are hard. If I was a crime fiction writer I'd want the fact that I could write Literary Crime Fiction hushed up. I wouldn’t want anyone to know I could turn into another John Banville…

I gave up with "literary fiction" chiefly because most "literary novelists" write tedious drivel that gets extravagantly overpraised in the press, being reviewed by their backscratching mates inside the tiny cosy London, NYC, Lisbon or Paris literary scene. A mystery novel can still work if the writing is bad as long as the mystery works. Obviously good writing is better but it's optional. If the mystery is nonsense then no manner of finely tuned phrases are going to cover it up.

Crime can be just as much 'literary' fiction as anything else. Granted that much is little different from watching the telly but people get high falutin about tv series these days and I'd simply rather read than watch, mainly. And it's rarely up its own arse or boring... and even stuff that's not brilliant can be enjoyable, like 'Girl on a Train', which is more than can be said for much of the 'over-wrought' stuff that gets so lauded as literature..

Bottom-line: At the end of the day, does anyone care what any of us think? We are but naked apes hooting into the void, an evolutionary accident on a dying planet orbiting a dying sun. Nothing of us will remain, not even - despite Larkin's assertions - love. (I'm not naked I've got my underpants on in case you're wondering....)