What I’m Reading
Oct 12, 2011
There is so much I’ve been reading of late to prepare for my new book, an untitled work set in Montreal, 1950. Because the story involves a lot of historical research, I’ve been reading as many books as I can about the days when Montreal was the vice capital of Canada, including:
City Unique, Crazy About Lili and Why Rock the Boat, all by William Weintraub.
The Crime on Cote des Neiges and Murder Over Dorval, by David Montrose.
Montreal Confidential, by Al Palmer
The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz, Joshua Then and Now and other stories and essays by Mordecai Richler
Biographies of Richler by Charles Foran and Reinhold Kramer
And because there is a serial killer involved: Mindhunter and The Cases That Haunt Us by FBI profiler John Douglas and Mark Olshaker, and Whoever Fights Monsters by profiler Robert K. Ressler and Tom Shachtman.
Fun? Oh, yeah.
The Trinity Game, by Sean Chercover. Full disclosure: Sean is a friend, but any praise I have for this book--and I have loads--comes strictly on its own merit. After two novels about Chicago private investigator Ray Dudgeon, Sean took a complete turn and has written an absolutely unique thriller about a con artist evangelist in the American south, Tim Trinity, who suddenly begins speaking in tongues--and hidden within the gibberish are predictions that unfailingly come true. The Vatican dispatches an investigator, Daniel Byrne, an expert in debunking false miracles, partly because of his talent, and partly because he’s the evangelist’s nephew. Long estranged from his uncle, Byrne is sure from the outset this is just another con. But as he investigates, he begins to wonder whether Tim might actually be sincere this time around. Other people are wondering too, including a number who want Tim dead. This novel works on every level: thriller, meditation on faith, love story. It deserves all the attention it’s getting.
Steve Jobs, by Walter Isaacson. Was Steve Jobs a visionary, a genius, an artist of the highest order...or a tantrum-throwing, credit-stealing, limelight-hogging control freak from hell? The answer is yes and yes, according to Isaacson. The portrait he paints of Jobs includes plenty of warts--he could easily have been the worst person in history to work for, a man without any filters whatsoever when it came to shaming and berating anyone who didn’t meet his exacting and ever-changing standards. Put up for adoption by his birth parents when they were 23, he abandoned the out-of-wedlock daughter he fathered at 23. This is just one of the dozens of contradictions that made up the man, but there is no denying the influence he had on computers, music, animated films and design.
Civilization, by Niall Ferguson. The British historian puts forth an interesting premise: around 1500 C.E., Europe, Asia and the Ottoman Empire were roughly equal in terms of knowledge, influence and sovcial development. In the ensuing five centuries, Europe went on a tear, surpassing its rivals in every way. Ferguson suggests it was able to do so because of six “killer apps”: science, the rule of law, medicine, private property, work ethic and competition. Chapters devoted to each are impressively detailed and supportive--I can only wish I was half as well read. The conclusion is somewhat sombre: that the West has lost much of its edge and is in the throes of losing what’s left. A great read.
The Spinoza of Market Street by Isaac Bashevis Singer. Every once in a while, I like to read something completely outside my usual range of crime and other fiction. These stories, by the Nobel prize winner Isaac B. Singer, originally written in Yiddish, bring to life the fools, sages, rich men, poor men, servants and masters of the lost world of European Jewry in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Singer creates a fantastic setting where people are haunted by real demons and imps (The Destruction of Kreshev is narrated by Satan himself) as well as their own weaknesses and foibles. Singer writes with great tenderness for his subjects while exposing their carnality, greed and other flaws.
Deadwood, True Grit, Gunsights, The Sisters Brothers: Revisionist Westerns by Pete Dexter, Charles Portis, Elmore Leonard and Patrick DeWitt. Again, this was different reading for me. Though not the basis of the TV series Deadwood, I’d be surprised if creator David Milch never read Dexter’s 1986 novel of the same name. Like Milch, Dexter brings to life a very different Wild Bill Hickock than the hero we’ve seen in many a western film: he’s old, sick and tired of violence. The rest of the cast is similar to the series, featuring Wild Bill’s companion Charlie Utter, Calamity Jane, Al Swearingen, Seth Bullock and Solomon Star, though the roles they play are rather different than on the show. The prose is spare, without as much of the hilarious profanity Ian McShane and other TV characters spouted. But there is something vital about this novel from the author of the more acclaimed Paris Trout that made it well worth the read.
True Grit is also spare and funny, and if you’ve seen both film adaptations, it is much closer to the Coen brothers’ 2010 version than the one that featured John Wayne. It would in fact be unfair to call the Coen Brothers version a remake; they went back to Portis’s novel and stayed truer to the events than did the 1969 film. It was a quick read and I loved the feel of the dialogue, which hovers between the plain talk of Rooster Cogburn and Mattie Ross’s more elevated schoolmarmish narration.
Elmore Leonard started his career as a western writer: his novels Hombre and Valdez is Coming were both made into great films. In mid-career, around the time he wrote Swag, he returned to the genre to pen Gunsights, a yarn about a coming war over a copper mine, pitting the owners, including gunfighter Bren Early, against his old pal Dana Moon, who’s helping a band of Apaches, black families and Mexicans fight for their right to stay on the mountain. As newspapermen gather in the town of Sweetmary, arguing over what to call the anticipated conflict and laying bets on who is likely to survive, the stakes keep escalating until Early has to make up his mind whose side he is on. The writing is more expansive, colourful and cynical than the early westerns, and introduces two characters--Katie Moon and Bo Catlett--whose descendants play key roles in later Leonard novels such as Glitz and Get Shorty.
The Sisters Brothers is brilliant, worth all the accolades and prizes it has garnered. In spare, moving prose, DeWitt spins the story of Charlie and Eli Sisters, feared killers for hire in the old West, who travel from Oregon to San Francisco in search of an inventor who has created a new means of finding gold. Eli, the narrator, is the gentler of the two--if gentle can be used to describe a hired gun--caught between the mission and his brother’s vile moods and binges. Unforgettable writing on every level.
Raylan, by Elmore Leonard. The latest work by my all-time favourite crime writer features U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens, the hero of the novels Pronto and Riding the Rap, and the story “Fire in the Hole,” which launched the hit series Justified. Less of a novel than three interconnected stories—an organ theft ring, an arrogant and ruthless strip-mining company and a hip young poker-playing college girl who may or may not rob banks on the side.
It’s interesting to see Leonard bend reality to suit the TV show. Boyd Crowder dies in the original story after being shot by Raylan. But actor Walton Goggins’ portrayal proved so popular in the pilot, they allowed him to survive. So Boyd is back in this book, guarding a coal company’s killer executive, courting local beauty and former sister-in-law Ava, and generally getting in Raylan’s way.
The dialogue is always sweet and spot on, as usual. It’s a different rhythm from the man whose best novels, set in Detroit and Miami, were known for their urban, jazzy sound. Here he pares down the mountain patois to its barest needs. No one ever says more than they have to. And Leonard can’t write anything uninteresting. How it hangs together as a “novel” doesn’t approach his best work, and I’ll leave it to readers to decide whether the instant love affair between the fortyish Raylan and the 23-year-old Jackie holds water. But I own everything Leonard has ever written, including his great Westerns, and I’ll continue to buy whatever he puts out.
Field Gray, by Philip Kerr. I’ve read all the Bernie Gunther novels in this great series set in Germany before, during and after WWII. This one is more sprawling than the others, a kind of remembrance of things past for Bernie as he languishes in American custody—first in New York, then in Germany—following his arrest in Cuba in 1954. Kerr jumps back and forth in time to incidents that tormented Bernie, including his role as part of the Paris occupation force and as a prisoner of war in Russia, all linked to the war criminal Erich Mielke. Growing to hate his American interrogators, he reveals episodes that took place in the thirties and forties, each crammed with dozens of key Nazi figures, most of them real. Bernie is allowed to resume contact with an old Berlin flame linked to Mielke, a woman whom he has helped over the years, now alone after failed affairs with American servicemen.
The result is not up to the same standard as Kerr’s Berlin Noir trilogy or others that have followed in the series. I honestly grew weary of all the jumps and found it hard to keep track of every name and rank spelled out. I also didn’t find the love affair that convincing or compelling.
I’ll keep reading the series but this one was overwhelmed by all the research and needed tapering to a sharper flame.
The Drop, by Michael Connelly. This latest Harry Bosch novel—and again, I’ve read them all—is a winner start to finish. Two very different cases weigh on Harry as he adjusts to life as a single dad of a teenager. One is the latest from the Open/Unsolved cold case squad, in which a DNA hit in a brutal slaying leads them to a man who was just eight years old at the time of the murder. Harry also catches a fresh case fraught with political bullshit, also known as high jingo: the apparent suicide of the son of his longtime nemesis Irvin Irving, who either jumped, fell or was pushed from the top of L.A.’s fabled Chateau Marmont. There’s pressure from the chief to satisfy Irving, now a councilman seeking revenge on the department after his ouster, which puts a strain on Harry’s relationship with friend and former partner Kiz Rider, now a police bureaucrat. Connelly does his usual masterful job on every level and I tore through this one in a hurry.
Hound of the Baskervilles and Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I’ve been fascinated by crime fiction for more than 30 years, but never was a big fan of Sherlock Holmes. I’ve read most of the novels over the years, watched various adaptations on film and TV and certainly acknowledge his influence and importance in the history of the genre, but mostly maintained a polite relationship with the whole canon. Prepping for an online mystery workshop I’m teaching through the New York Times Knowledge Network, I downloaded these free to my Kobo and thoroughly enjoyed them.
Hound of the Baskervilles will be a great example of setting, as Conan Doyle completely captures the moors in their haunting menace. I was surprised at how well Watson could carry a story in which Holmes is gone for long periods of time.
The Memoirs include the introductions of Sherlock’s smarter brother Mycroft and his great nemesis Moriarty, whose criminal prowess absolutely delights Holmes, who relishes a case that will crown his Hall of Fame career. I read most of these eleven stories while flat on my back after a Boxing Day accident, and under the slight influence of Dilaudid, so their length perfectly matched my compromised attention span. A good Holmes book to have if you only have one.
Super Sad True Love Story, by Gary Shteyngart: Set in the near-future—one might say the too-near future—in Manhattan, Shteyngart weaves an incredible tale in a world where social media rule, people rarely speak to each other, and love is nearly impossible to express. Like his previous novels, Absurdistan and The Russian Debutante’s Handbook, it is funny, moving and beautifully written.
The Amateurs, by Marcus Sakey: There’s a reason Sakey has been called the reigning prince of crime fiction. He is incredibly talented, disturbingly young and even good looking, which is why I secretly hate him. His prose is riveting, sometimes startling, and his characters finely drawn. This story of four friends who undertake a robbery for all the wrong reasons, only to wind up way over their heads in dark waters, is a great read, Also worth checking out is Scar Tissue, his recent collection of seven “stories of love and wounds.”
The Reversal, by Michael Connelly: I had read The Lincoln Lawyer and The Fifth Witness but somehow missed this middle entry in the Mickey Haller series. It pairs Haller with his half brother Harry Bosch, in the story of the retrial of a man who spent 24 years in prison for abducting and murdering a 12-year-old girl, but who has been given a new trial when DNA evidence appears to exonerate him. Only Haller isn’t defending the man; he’s on the other side as a special prosecutor, with Bosch as his investigator. A compelling read, but not quite as good as the other two. Maybe because I read it on my Kobo, where you can’t tell when you’re getting to the end of a book, but I found the ending flat by Connelly’s high standards.
The Affair, by Lee Child: Another fine entry in the Jack Reacher series, this one takes place during Reacher’s final days in the U.S. Army--his last case as an MP and investigator. In a sense it’s a prequel to the very first Reacher novel, Killing Floor, ending just a few months and a few miles from the time and setting of that book.
Suicide Run, by Michael Connelly: Now that I’ve joined the 21st century and bought a Kobo, I downloaded this Michael Connelly collection of three Harry Bosch stories. The stories take place at different points in Bosch’s career, from the earlier days when he partnered with Jerry Edgar to his more recent pairing with Ignacio Ferrara. The middle story, Cielo Azul, brings in Terry McCaleb, the FBI profiler who is featured in Blood Work and A Darkness More than Light. I enjoyed all of them, especially One-Dollar Poker, but best of all was the four-chapter preview of the new Bosch novel, The Drop. Can’t wait till it comes out November 28.
Oh Canada, Oh Quebec, by Mordecai Richler: And now for something completely different, Richler’s rollicking take on Quebec’s language laws and other political foibles, all part of my research for my fourth Jonah Geller novel, Miss Montreal.