Saturday, February 26, 2011

The Count of Monte Cristo

When I was fifteen years old, a sophomore in high school, I was taught English and Literature by the most influential teacher of my learning career. She was unpredictable and edgy, and she quickly worked her way up to 'Favorite Teacher' status (Honestly, anyone who can make the temptations of Faustus enjoyable deserves some sort of commendation). It was in that tenth grade english class that I was first introduced to The Count of Monte Cristo. We all complained under our breath when she informed us that it was what we would next be reading. Why would we be excited about such an OLD book? It didn't take long, however, before we were completely engrossed in the dramatic tale of one Edmond Dantes.

Without a doubt, Dantes is the kind of protagonist that a group of angsty teenagers would root for. He is young, brave, and he makes his own way in the world. Not only is he ambitious, but he's got the love of a beautiful woman. What teenage girl wouldn't swoon at the idea?

The Count of Monte Cristo has always been positively remembered. The great plot, the likeable Dantes, and the fascination of my peers were all fondly brought to mind when I stumbled across a copy of the book at the store. Imagine my surprise when I realized I had only read the abridged version. Thus, my epic journey, through the 1,000+ pages that I had missed in high school, begun. I've been reading bit-by-bit the last month, and I'm about 450 pages into it.

I can say this confidently: It's even better, now that I'm older.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The Whiskey Rebels

Some thoughts on the Whiskey Rebels by the great Paul Cymrot!


The Whiskey Rebels

David Liss

Where does a novel cross the line from Fiction to Historical Fiction? A novel must be set somewhere and sometime, after all. But Historical Fiction exists on its own shelf somewhere near romance, and I wonder why that is.

The Whiskey Rebels takes place in and around Philadelphia in the 1790s. Two narrative threads intertwine. One is told by a former Revolutionary soldier and spy who was disgraced at the end of the war and is now a drunk, though an amusing and apparently rakish one. The other is told by a woman who moves to the western frontier with her husband, finds a way to subsist there, only to have everything come crashing down around her and setting her upon a mission of revenge.

From one perspective, it’s a novel about The Whiskey Tax. The soldier’s narrative (his name is Ethan Saunders) shows the tax from the perspective of patriots who are concerned about growing Federal power, and the ripple effect of cheap money in the shady business of speculation in Hamilton’s new economy. The woman’s narrative (her name is Joan Maycott) shows the injustice of the tax itself. It shows the long arm of the Federal government reaching where it has no business to reach, and how corruption and distant law-makers threaten to disintegrate the newly formed country.

Nothing wrong with that. Many a novel are set in a time of crisis. Gone with the Wind. Slaughterhouse Five. For Whom the Bell Tolls.

There are romances and intrigues. Ethan begins the story a drunk and a debtor. We learn of his fall from grace, his noble sacrifices, his unflagging love of country and of a woman who thinks the worst of him because of a misunderstanding. We learn that though he owns a slave, he has freed him. That he has not told him of his freedom is meant to be somehow endearing, and practically is. His story staggers along heading nowhere in particular until he bottoms out by being rescued by his slave from an ignoble beating for adultery… and then the story comes to him in the form of a Jewish assassin and spy who works for Hamilton at the Treasury Department.

Joan’s story begins with her as a precocious Austen-esque heroine. She marries, struggles, and sets about writing an Important novel. Her husband trades war bonds for land near Pittsburgh and off they go. Indian killing, frontier guides, and corrupt territorial government ensue. All goes well until, in a surprising chapter, she is nearly raped and her husband and unborn child are murdered. End of Act One (200 pages). Beginning of Revenge Narrative (300 pages).

It’s at this point, jumping back and forth between the two narratives, that one realizes that they are running at different speeds. Ethan’s story takes place over the course of a few days or weeks, while Joan’s has spanned years. They’re converging, and when the two finally end up together in the same room, there’s a nice averting of the eyes. That is to say, the characters, despite several hundred pages of build up, are neither in sync nor entirely interested in each other.

Ethan spends most of the book trying to figure out what’s going on. He is drawn into a large and complicated plan without knowing who’s plan it is. Joan, on the other hand, is meant to have formulated the plan and be running things, including manipulating Ethan, from behind the scenes. This is where the first of the serious problems arises. The plan, it turns out, is the overthrow of the Bank of the United States by artificially devaluing 4% certificates but buying up all the available 6% certificates while at the same time restricting the free trade of bank scrip and confusing the speculators in Philadelphia and New York by spreading rumors about the certain failure of the bonds being issued by a different bank. All this by manipulating the finances of William Duer and his network of associates and by blackmailing Hamilton over a mistress.

Exactly.

To this end, we meet the investors and the speculators and their families and the taverns where the scrip is traded. We visit the Treasury Department and meet Hamilton himself, catch sight of Jefferson across the room at a crowded party, and spend a breathless 3 minutes with Washington himself. There are successes along the way. It is actually thrilling to stumble into Jefferson’s presence. And Washington lives up to the hype too. Neither advances the plot one iota, but those actors will receive the award nominations.

Which brings us to the problem with Historical Fiction. When the story changes from the imaginary individuals living in an historical moment to an historical moment being created by these imaginary individuals, there’s trouble.

It’s possible that speculators did come perilously close to ruining the new economy in the 1790s. And it’s true that the whiskey tax caused people to take up arms against the government. And it’s impossible to prove that a distiller’s wife didn’t come back east and mastermind the whole thing. She goes on to goad Burr into challenging Hamilton to the duel, no less. It strains credulity. And what’s more, we wouldn’t want it to be the case.

If, in a book of 500 pages, an author manages to resurrect George Washington for one short, believable scene, he or she has done something fine. If an author has created a world that Jefferson himself might inhabit, if only peripherally, that’s a real achievement. The short selling of government bonds is hardly necessary to give it authenticity.

An honorable but fallen war hero, Elizabeth Bennett’s American cousin, a noble slave, a Jewish assassin, and a homosexual Irish frontiersman are a motley crew to push this heavy plot along. Like General Knox dragging the cannons from Ft. Ticonderoga down to Boston through mud and over ice, the characters carry us and the plot from the start to the finish. It’s only that the finish, once we get there, turns out to have been so wedded to reality that if we’d thought at all about it along the way, we’d have realized that we already knew what was going to happen. So the end is not really the end; it’s just the resplicing of the fiction to the ‘history.’ And as soon as we’re back into the history, our minds scrub all the fiction away.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Spoiler Alert!


Hélas, The Thin Man is now just another notch in my proverbial belt.

I think it's a good idea to first revisit my initial thoughts and predictions:

Jorgensen's a turd.
There is something about Mimi that I seriously do not like. She is bad news.
Wynant is innocent.
Morelli is innocent.
A certain creepy brother has aroused my suspicions. Gilbert is somewhere in the middle of this.

For the most part, I was pretty on point. I seemed to have missed the real story altogether, though.
Long story short? Wynant's lawyer, Macaulay, killed Julia Wolf. Macaulay was present right from the start of the book, but he was always slightly more in the background than the other characters. Other than his being the only one in touch with Wynant, there was nothing to really call your attention to him. Little did I know, that was the key to unraveling the entire plot. You see...

Macaulay killed Wynant.

!!!

Throughout the entire book, Wynant is dead. All of the letters and communications from Wynant are bogus. Mac sets them all up on his own. He and Julia Wolf were scamming Wynant, and when Wynant found out, Mac killed him. Julia started to get unreliable about keeping quiet, so Mac killed her too. That's where the book opens up.
I never saw it coming.

Nick figures it out somewhere in the last couple chapters of the book, and he plays dumb until they can get Mac lured in to arrest him.

Hats off to you, Dashiell Hammett. You can sure write a great detective mystery. My final opinion on The Thin Man? Two stubby thumbs up!



I came, I read, I conquered.
Now, to pick the next biblio-victim.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Friends,

A recent trip to the West Coast has hindered me from making much progress on The Thin Man. I had my heart set on relaxing on the beach with a few books, but it seems that California had other plans (namely, bad reggae cover bands, a tab full of Black Russians, and burgers on the wharf).

Here's what I can offer you, though:

My suspicions about Jorgensen were confirmed. Christian Jorgensen (a.k.a. Victor Rosewater) turns out to be Wynant's old inventor-nemesis. He had some bad blood with Wynant in the past, and is now married, under a different name, to Wynant's ex-wife. Definitely fishy.

Oh, and Gilbert? He is beyond creepy. At one point, he asks Nick a few questions about cannibalism. I was surprised that there was no inner dialogue from Nick during the conversation. I'd probably have some colorful thoughts passing through my head after something like that.

Those are my two cents for now. I'm going to power through the rest of the book tonight, and I'm curious to see what my final opinion will be.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Okay readers, it's probably best for me to admit this upfront:

I am falling out of love with The Thin Man.

I don't have much of an issue with the plot or characters. They seem to be developing well, and I am certainly interested in how they continue to do so. There are two things that have begun to bother me, however:

1. There seems to be some kind of transition missing. There is a segment where Nick is speaking to Guild (police) about the Wolf murder. Twice, he is interrupted by telephone calls. Nora comes in to tell Nick he's got a phone call, and the very next sentence in the paragraph is about the conversation Nick has. Something has to happen between those two things. Wouldn't he excuse himself with Guild? Wouldn't he exit one room to locate the telephone in the next room? Couldn't there at least be some kind of transition?
Don't get me wrong here; I realize this isn't a huge deal. I am definitely not a great, or even good, writer myself (this blog should serve as evidence to the fact). I'm simply saying that it gets to me.

2. Snarky-comment-plus-even-snarkier-retort. Like a one-two punch... Jab-cross. Hook-uppercut. As you go through each chapter, you begin to notice a pattern. You know that witty banter between Nick and Nora that I found so endearing? It's lost its appeal. Hammett seems to end every other chapter with this combo. I feel like saying out loud, We get it already, Dashiell. Move on.

Now that I'm done sounding like a complete tool about Dashiell Hammett, I'm wondering if I should move on to talking about the plot. I have a really bad track record when it comes to predicting the outcome of books/movies/my life/etc.
I'll say this:
Jorgensen's a turd.
There is something about Mimi that I seriously do not like. She is bad news.
Wynant is innocent.
Morelli is innocent.
A certain creepy brother has aroused my suspicions. Gilbert is somewhere in the middle of this.

My fingers are crossed, in hoping that the latter three are actually true.

In parting, let me say:
I am not sure 'snarkier' is actually a word, but I have nevertheless chosen to use it.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

In retrospect, starting with the first book during the Christmas/New Year holiday was probably not the best idea. I have promised my thoughts, however, so thoughts I will deliver.

I cracked open The Thin Man for the first time, and somewhere within the first two pages... it hooked me. There's something so effortless about Hammett's development of Nick Charles. Almost immediately, you get a sense of who this man is. He is slightly jaded (but not bitter), intelligent, clever, sarcastic, genuine. Hammett manages to convey this within just the first handful of paragraphs.

I love the dynamics of the relationship between Nick and Nora. They take verbal jabs at each other and throw accusations out at random intervals, but it's with such comfort and security that it becomes endearing.

I do find it interesting that the solution for most stressful or uncomfortable situations is to have a drink. This applies to not only Nick and Nora, but their friends and acquaintances as well. It could be completely insignificant, and just indicative of the era during which it was written, but I suppose that's something I'll have to wait to find out.

48 pages down.
William Powell and Myrna Loy
as Nick and Nora Charles

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

And the winner is...



The Thin Man by Dashiell Hammett!

Hammett wrote what are considered some of the best hardboiled detective novels that are out there. He is the creator of one of my favorite characters, Sam Spade, portrayed by Humphrey Bogart in the film adaptation of The Maltese Falcon (who, for the record, I am also a huge fan of). The Thin Man is billed as 'a murder mystery that doubles as a sophisticated comedy of manners.'
I'm dusting off my trench coat and heading to the speakeasy. It's time to sink my teeth into a classic detective novel.