Wednesday, August 17, 2016

The Eskimo Solution by Patrick Garnier

The Eskimo Solution by Pascal Garnier

One of my favorite Donald Westlake novels is Jimmy the Kid, in which a motley group of criminals plan a kidnapping of a child based on a book one of them has read in prison, in which the kidnapping of a child is plotted and carried out.  Westlake includes relevant chapters of Child Heist (written by Richard Stark, which happens to be a pen name of Donald Westlake) in Jimmy the Kid.  And this story within a story device works brilliantly and one reads with glee as the kidnapping goes wrong.  

Pascal Garnier flips this formula in The Eskimo Solution. This novel opens with the opening chapter of a novel by a writer named Louis about a man named Louis who is unhappy with his lot in life and concludes that killing his mother would be the solution to his problems.  And when it works, Louis realizes several of his friends could also benefit from such acts and if he did the job himself, his friends would never know and never be caught.  As the real Louis explains to his editor:

“Wait a minute, let me go on. It’s a very modest inheritance - but that’s beside the point.  Since everything goes to plan, no trouble with the law or anything, he starts killing the parents of friends in need.  Of course, he doesn’t tell them what he’s doing - it’s  his little secret, pure charity.  He’s an anonymous benefactor, if you like.”

“He kills people’s parents the way Eskimos leave their elders on a patch of ice because … it’s natural, ecologically sound, a lot more humane and far more economical than endlessly prolonging their suffering in a dismal nursing home.”

As the real Louis writes his novel about the fictitious, murderous Louis, Garnier treats us to installments of the novel in progress as he tells us the real Louis’s story.  The real Louis holes up in a rented house in Normandy to write the novel and to hide from his own troubles and the troubles of his friends, which begin to resemble the troubles of the fictional Louis.  And when the fictional solutions begin to occur in the real world, the fun (or the misery) begins.

Bleak, funny, unpredictable, The Eskimo Solution is tremendously enjoyable.  Pascal Garnier died in 2010 and it is only recently that his novels have begun to be translated into English.  Gallic Books has published nine of his books so far, which is fortunate because as soon as I finished The Eskimo Solution, I wanted more Garnier.  Anyone who appreciates the work of Patricia Highsmith, Donald Westlake, Georges Simenon, Jean-Patrick Manchette, Pierre Lemaitre, or J.G. Ballard should prove to be a natural reader of Pascal Garnier.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Find Her by Lisa Gardner

Last year I was scrolling through tweets about the Theakstons Old Peculier Crime Writing Festival in Harrogate, England when I saw some of the best marketing for a new book that I have ever seen - petit fours with the title of Lisa Gardner's forthcoming (now out) novel, Find Her.  So simple yet so amazing.  I get hungry and think about the book every time I see this photograph.

My wife is a huge Lisa Gardner fan.  (I tried reading one and was horrified to discover it was about a serial killer who uses spiders and I had to stop reading - irrational fear of spiders.)  My wife is also a real-life, big city detective and a big reader (who also reads much faster than I do) and she loves these Lisa Gardner books.  Most police work is dull and frustrating, occasionally heart-breaking.  And most crime and mystery fiction is completely unrealistic and implausible if you know how things really work - much suspension of belief is required.  But somehow these Lisa Gardner books always win rave reviews from her.  Gardner is especially good on evidence, I am told.

In exchange for an advance copy of Find Her, I made Detective Sweetie (her name in phone calls/text messages) give me a brief review:

Lisa Gardner did it again!

I am an avid Lisa Gardner fan. I have read all her books at least twice. With that said, I will admit that when I read the synopsis of "Find Her" I was a bit skeptical. I wasn't sure if I could get behind a victim turned vigilante. Boy, was I wrong. From the very beginning Gardner draws you in with her complex characters and a story that keeps the reader wanting more. Alternating between past and present, Gardner weaves an amazing web that makes "Find Her" impossible to put down. Clear your calendars folks, once you begin "Find Her" you won't want to stop.

I'm tempted to start reading this book next - but first, I have to find a good bakery.

Thursday, December 31, 2015

My 2015 Top Ten Books

2015 Ten Best Books

10. Blacklands by Belinda Bauer.  A very impressive first novel about a young boy whose uncle was murdered by a famous serial killer and child molester.  With his family still traumatized by the murder of his uncle, the boy begins a secretive correspondence with the imprisoned killer in an attempt to discover where his uncle's remains are, hoping that finding the body will help end his family's suffering.  That saying 'the road to hell is paved with good intentions' is suitable here as the boy's plans have unforeseen consequences.  Issues of school bullying and the landscape of Exmoor also add to what was a very compelling read.

9. Disclaimer by Renee Knight.  Another impressive first novel.  The biggest selling book of the year seemed to be Paula Hawkins' The Girl on the Train (which I read and liked - I thought it was rather good for a mega-best seller - often such books are awful, not so with TGOTT - and I wonder if it will have any lasting effect on the drinking habits of its readers) and early on I kept seeing Disclaimer pitched as the new The Girl on the Train (which itself was the new Gone Girl).  In Disclaimer, a woman finds a new book in her new house that appears to be the novelized version of a dark secret she has but one that she has never told anybody.  We get her story and the fictionalized version in alternating chapters.  And very well done, I thought.

8. Stagestruck by Peter Lovesey.  I read 15 novels by Peter Lovesey this year, most of which were in his Peter Diamond series, about the chief of the CID in Bath.  Nothing more I love than reading a good series but often I have trouble selecting one as the best.  I've selected Stagestruck because I really thought I was going to hate it - the central mystery being who is behind the attack on a pop singer turned actress on her first opening night in the theater.  Most of the book is set in the theater and in addition to a murder or two, there was talk of ghosts.  Sounds terrible.  Instead, Lovesey worked his usual magic (a few of the other books in this series had what I thought were dumb set ups but turned out to be fantastic as well) and was rewarded with a great whodunnit, a thriller, and an interesting look at childhood sexual abuse and vigilantism.

7.  Burning Down George Orwell's House by Andrew Ervin.  A cynical and burned out Chicago advertising executive flees his collapsing life in Chicago to live in a rented cottage on the Isle of Jura where George Orwell once lived.  We get the story of how and why his life in Chicago collapsed as we watch our man potentially threaten the stability of a close-knit and isolated island community.  A dark and cycical comedy, I loved it.  Also, a first novel.

6. Rivers of London by Ben Aaronovitch.  So far, there have been five books in this series and I read them all at once.  I'm still not sure which one I like the best so this is more of a group award.  Rivers of London is the story of a young mixed-race (a touch I really loved and that I thought made the character so much more interesting) London cop who inadvertently discovers he has an aptitude for magic (one of the blurbs on my copy described the series as something like CSI crossed with Harry Potter for grown ups - which is the perfect summation, I think) and becomes apprenticed to the one remaining senior police official who practices magic and handles supernatural crimes when the occur.  The books are fast paced and wildly inventive and interesting and many of the storylines carry over from book to book.  Maybe the most fun thing I read all year.  Plus, Aaronovitch loves the architectural history of London and the books are chock full of interesting details.  In general, I do not read much science fiction or fantasy but these books are so much fun that I am wondering what else I may be missing.

5. The Reaper by Peter Lovesey.  A stand alone novel this time, not part of the Peter Diamond series.  A black comedy about a vicar who steals and murders to support and allow the lifestyle he wants while at the same time being a very good and much loved vicar.

4. Confessions by Kinae Minato.  The dark and twisted story of revenge that at Japanese middle school teacher takes on the students she thinks are responsible for the drowning of her daughter in the school swimming pool.  Unbelievable.  And amazing.  But so, so dark.  Not for the faint of heart.

3. Chocky by John Wyndham.  A short but sweet novel about an English family in which their adopted son may either be mentally ill or have an alien for an imaginary friend.

2. Glitz by Elmore Leonard.  I read a few other books by Leonard, my favorite male romance novelist, this year but I liked Glitz the best.  A Miami detective moves to Puerto Rico to recuperate from a gunshot would finds himself involved in the life a young woman whom he knows is going to get herself in trouble in the casinos of San Juan and Atlantic City.  At the same time, a rapist the detective once arrested has tracked him down in Puerto Rico and is seeking revenge.  All these worlds violently collide and order must be restored.

1. Crooked Heart by Lissa Evans.  This, by far, was the best book I read in 2015.  A precocious young boy in London during the Blitz is relocated to the suburbs after the loss of his godmother.  His new family does not have much use for him (aside from collecting the extra rations he qualifies for) until he uses his smarts to aide his foster mother's charity scams.  As in my number ten book, Blacklands, when children take on the adult world, things will invariably go wrong.  But sometimes a good, smart kid can engineer a happy ending.  Warm and funny, sometimes harrowing, always interesting, Crooked Heart is something like what I would imagine Dickens would have created had he lived through the Blitz and could work on a smaller canvas.  It hasn't been too long since I read Crooked Heart but I am already feeling like it is time to re-read it.  Or maybe the listen to the audiobook version of it.

Wednesday, December 09, 2015

The Ultimate in Procrastination: My Year in Reading 2014

NOTE:  After starting to think about the best books I read in 2015 I realized that I never finished my best of 2014 reading list.  I found a few drafts of this posts but never got around to finishing any of them.  I am peerless when it comes to procrastination.

Wild? Unfocused?  Ill-disciplined?  Erratic?  Chaotic?  Unfinished?  In looking back on what I read in 2014, I realized that I started and abandoned dozens of books.  Some didn't pass the 50 page test.  Some had to be returned to the library before I got around to finishing them.  Some were good but then something else captured my attention and lured me away before I could finish them.  I started reading multiple books at the same time again (having dropped that habit maybe a decade ago) and I think the resulting lack of focus resulted in all this reading chaos.  But I did still manage to finish a lot of good books this year.

Archeological Find of the Year:  Memoirs of an Invisible Man by H.F. Saint.  This was a bestseller back in 1987 and was made into an awful (or so I have heard) movie.  I had no interest in the book back then and the paperback copy I acquired in the early 1990s is buried in a storage facility in another state.  And I am not sure why it popped into my head that I had to read this book now but I found a copy at the library and it was probably the most engaging thing I read all year.  When a securities analyst is caught in a explosion at a New Jersey research facility he isn't killed - he is rendered invisible.  And then has to figure out how to survive and live a life worth living while on the run from a secret government agency that wants to turn him into an intelligence asset.  I think most people imagine invisibility would be fun (and I was formerly one of them) but in H.F. Saint's world, it is a constant struggle to stay clothed, fed, safe, and even loved.  This novel is somewhat similar to Donald Westlake's novel Smoke but I think Memoirs is the better of the two.  

Country of the Year:  France wins the award this year for the four crime novels by Fred Vargas I read.  Plus the first novel in Pierre Lemaitre's Verhoeven trilogy, Irene.  (Which was actually the second to be published in English.  The second book, Alex, was published first.  And while I am thankful they were translated, the person who made the decision to publish these out of order should be sent to the guillotine as doing so ruined what would have maybe been the most devastating ending of any crime novel I can recall reading - with the possible exception of Mo Hayder's The Treatment.)  I also greatly enjoyed Katherine Pancol's The Yellow Eyes of the Crocodile.  And further padding France's lead in the race were the new translations of Georges Simenon's Inspector Maigret novels published by Penguin.  (Penguin is publishing, IN ORDER, new translations of all 75 of the Maigret novels.  Thank you, Penguin.)  Special thanks to my sweetie for the orange caffe au lait bowls that became necessary for me to have because of all the coffee drinking I was reading about in French fiction.

My Top Ten List:

10:  Her by Harriet Lane.  A chilling revenge story.  Nina knows what Emma has done to her.  Emma has no idea who Nina is or that she has ever done anything to her.  Nina toys with Emma like a cat toys with its prey before taking her final revenge - something terribly shocking - but real world shocking (as in not gory, sadistic violence - but something plausible and far worse).  Comparable to the best of Patricia Highsmith.

9:  Memoirs of an Invisible Man by H.F. Saint

8:  A Change of Climate by Hilary Mantel.  A confession - I have been a big fan of Mantel's work since the late 1990s.  I can't think of a writer who got better reviews for so long before she hit the big time, with Wolf Hall and Bring Up the Bodies.  I feel like I am the only person who has read and loved early Mantel but hasn't been able to finish Wolf Hall.  Somehow I skipped this novel, the story of an English family in present day England that cannot escape the effects of trauma they experienced while working as missionaries in apartheid era South Africa.  This was a great book.

7:  The Secret Place by Tana French.  This is only French's fifth novel and the fifth in her ongoing series about the Dublin Murder Squad.  Two detectives must solve a murder at an all-girls school.  Page after page of amazing dialog.  French has been so good from the start that I would not be surprised if we were to find out she experienced a Robert Johnson/Crossroads type event before she wrote her first novel.

6:  LaBrava by Elmore Leonard.  Perhaps my favorite novel from my favorite male romance novelist.  A film noir story set in Miami just before the drug war exploded.

5:  Area X: The Southern Reach Trilogy: Annihilation; Authority; Acceptance by Jeff VanderMeer.  Three interlinked novels about a secretive government agency tasked with securing and studying a large chunk of Florida after an undefined environmental catastrophe.  Or maybe something like what John le Carre and J.G. Ballard would create if they turned the TV series LOST into a sprawling three part story - but better.  Area X is weird and at times I was unsure what was happening but I think that was by design.  An amazing reading experience - haven't read anything like it and I still think about it.

4:  True Believers by Kurt Andersen.  The story of a law professor who was unable to be appointed to the Supreme Court because of her anti-war activities at Harvard in the late 1960s.  Just what did she do?  I am not saying because I hate spoilers.  Lots of great material about James Bond in this story, too.  Kind of a crappy summary for such an engaging book.  Andersen is a long time magazine editor and has since morphed into a radio host and a witty and astute cultural critic.

3:  Expo 58 by Jonathan Coe.  A farcical spy novel set at the Brussels World Fair in 1958.  An unassuming English civil servant is forced to become an intelligence operative by two British agents who reminded me of Mr. Calder and Mr. Behrens from Michael Gilbert's short stories reimagined as a comedy double act.  (I have since learned they are modeled after two characters in Alfred Hitchcock's comedic thriller A Lady Vanishes - which I have yet to see.)  Also, a lot of James Bond material in this book, just like my number four choice, True Believers.

2:  The Terrible Privacy of Maxwell Sim by Jonathan Coe.  Yes, Coe takes two of the top three spots.  I got behind on reading him (I had nice UK editions of the books and didn't want to spoil them by reading them - took a while to obtain reading copies.)  Maxwell Sim takes a job selling environmentally-friendly toothbrushes and attempts to drive across the UK - but inadvertently (to him) ends up mimicking Donald Crowhurst's trans-oceanic voyage while at the same time reading about Crowhurst.  Coe has a lot of fun with structure in this book.  Generally novels that play games with structure are no fun but with Coe it is pure pleasure.  Again, I find it a bit hard to convey just how wonderful this book is.

1:  We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler.  Technically, the best book I read in 2014 but as I look back, not much separates the top ten in this list.  The top ten are all pretty great this year. We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves has a twist in it that hinders my ability to discuss it.  Even acknowledging this feels like a betrayal but the book was nominated for the Booker Prize so many people will already know what I am on about here.  Let us say that this is the story of a family coming to terms with its role in a chimpanzee research project.  How can that make for the best book of the year?  Trust me, it does.  

So, a very good year in reading for me.  In fact, books by perennial favorites Michael Connelly, Denise Mina, Ian Rankin, P.M. Hubbard, and Patricia Highsmith didn't crack the top ten.

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Dark Corners

I hate when I only start to read a writer's work upon learning of that person's death.  I can't say I do it all the time but it happens more than I would like it to.  I just made it under the wire and started to read Ruth Rendell last year (though I had been picking up used copies of her work for a long time, I hadn't read any of her work) and died in May.  I knew her books would be good (not a bold prediction, I know) but didn't know where to start and her Inspector Wexford series did not appeal to me.  I love English police procedurals but the primitive dowsing method I sometimes use to figure out what to read always pointed away from Wexford.  Then I read a Tweet from one of my favorite writers, John Lanchester:
And with this recommendation, I got my start on Rendell.  [Note:  I don't know how many people do this or if this is blindingly obvious but I get some of my best recommendations on what to read by following on Twitter the writers I like most.  If you don't already do this, try it.]

Ruth Rendell's final novel has just been published and I was lucky enough to read an advanced copy of it.  In Dark Corners a young writer inherits his father's house in London and decides to rent out the top floor so he can live off the rental income and write full time.  A sensible ideal, in theory.  In this case, however, the lodger turns out to be mildly unsavory (of all the tenants from hell stories I can think of, having one who attempts to blackmail his way to rent-free living isn't the worst possibility) and the writer's life begins to crumble.  There's much more to the story but I hate spoilers so I will have to leave it at that.

On the whole Dark Corners is very good.  It feels churlish to criticize the book given the circumstances surrounding its publication (distinguished writer finishes book, turns it in to publisher, has a stroke, then passes away) but I have the feeling that had Rendell lived, she would have tightened up a few minor plot lines.  There are some staggering coincidences in Dark Corners that are tangential to the main story line (terrorism and kidnapping, I'm talking about you) that beggar belief.  Which is unfortunate because there are other coincidences in the book that are essential to the story and handled well.  Still, Dark Corners would be a good place to start reading Ruth Rendell if one were unfamiliar with her work as she has a tremendous back catalog that promises much good future reading.  (So much good reading, in fact, that she published under two names - Ruth Rendell and Barbara Vine.)

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The Stuff of Nightmares

I can't remember when I first heard of Connie Willis.  She's been famous for a long time, regularly being nominated for and winning all the major SF awards since the early 1980s.  For a long time, I kept a paperback copy of her 1998 novel Bellweather in a small cache of books at my father's house so I would always have something good to read if I came to visit without any or enough books.  I started paying closer attention to her again in 2010/11 when her books Blackout and All Clear were garnering loads of attention and prizes.  That is when I decided to read her 1992 novel Doomsday Book, the story of time-traveling Oxford historians who end up stuck in the 14th century at the time of the Black Death.   

I don't know why but even thought Doomsday Book won both the Hugo and Nebula Awards, it has long only been available in the US as a mass market paperback.  If ever a writer deserves a nice uniform set of trade paperbacks, Willis does.

The mass market version of Doomsday Book is hard to read.  Tiny type, densely packed pages.  (Note:  My eyes are fine.  I do not need reading glasses.)  And her style is such that I often find myself flipping back though pages looking for names or references and the tiny type of this book was driving me out of my mind.  (Note:  I tried a e-book version that was easier to read but even more annoying to flip through.)  I searched for a hardcover copy but the book does not seem to have been reprinted.  I managed to find a used book club hardcover and I thought that was a clever move on my part.

Wrong.  The book club edition has a terrible font (the name of which is not listed and I am not enough of a font geek to be able to identify it) and small type.  And it has typos, too.  Which makes it even more annoying to read than the mass market paperback.  I think I have read the first 150 pages four or five times.  (The side effect of which is that the book, along with The Walking Dead comic, keeps getting mashed up into nightmares.  A recurring dream where I have gone back to medical school in Chicago and am volunteered to be sent back in time - via a hospital elevator - to prevent the start of a zombie apocalypse that starts on the University of Chicago campus.  My mission never goes well.)

Last week I found a paperback copy of Willis's 2002 novel Passage.  Though it is a thick mass market paperback, it is easily readable.  And it brought up memories of my ongoing failure of being able to read Doomsday Book.  So I started my search all over again and this time, I found a beautiful, chunky Australian edition of the book.  With clear type.  Very readable. Thank you Allen & Unwin.  I am so happy.

But I am worried that the nightmares are going to start again.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Some French Crime Fiction

1. I just finished reading The Ghost Riders of Ordebec by Fred Vargas, the most recent of her Commissaire Adamsberg novels.  In fact, I read all seven of them more or less one after another.  I thought they were brilliant.  They are all police procedurals but are unusually concerned with modern manifestation of old French myths and legends.  Vargas is an medieval archeologist and historian who apparently started to write crime novels for fun or stave off boredom - but these books are so good I can't possibly believe that to be true.  My only complaint here: the English translations of her books were published out of order.  Since I came late to her work, this did not effect me.  But much of what happens in each book carries on from the previous one, it makes no sense to start in the middle and skip around.  Why would the publishers do this to us?  Its not right.

2. I am now reading the brand new translation of Irene by Pierre Lemaitre, another French police procedural.  Most cops or private eyes come from the same mold.  Typically they are middle-aged men, they drink too much, have excess emotional baggage, etc, etc - you know what I am talking about.  But in Irene, the police officer is different.  Commandant Camille Verhoeven is very short and loves to draw.  He sketches and doodles constantly.  So it seems strange that Commissaire Adamsberg in the Fred Vargas books is also rather short - though he has a few inches on Verhoeven, who is only 4'11" - and also loves to sketch and draw, though Verhoeven, too, is the better artist.  It doesn't seem strange to have one troubled, alcoholic cop after another - it does seem a little strange to run into two short, artistic French cops in a row.  (Is it also strange that Adamsberg's estranged girlfriend, who plays a major part in some of the books, is named Camille?) (Is Lemaitre a big fan of Vargas?)  (And how long will I have to wait for more books by Lemaitre to be published?)

Irene is the first book in a trilogoy.  The second book, Alex, was published first.  I should have waited until all three books were available in English to start reading Lemaitre but I exercised poor judgement and read Alex last fall.  Doing so has ruined the big surprises that are found in the first book, Irene.  Really big spoilers.  So why did they have to be published in translation out of order?  I just don't get it.

3.  I won't complain about the quality of the translation of these books.  They are excellent.  In fact, Alex and The Ghost Riders of Ordebec shared the 2013 CWA International Dagger.  One thing that I can't believe I haven't encountered before now is that these books were translated from French into British English and the slang is all British:  Lads, lanky streak of piss, come a cropper, boozer.  I had a list of a lot of others (which I have misplaced).  I have no complaints about the British slang - I rather liked it.

Irene just came out in the UK and won't be published in the US for some time.  I liked Alex so much that I had to get myself a UK copy.

4. For some reason, I've been hooked on French crime fiction lately.  I get hooked on countries from time to time.  But what is really exciting about being on a French kick right now is that Penguin is now publishing, in the correct order, new translations of all of Georges Simenon's Inspector Maigret novels. Thank you Penguin.