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“The Fall” by Albert Camus: A false prophet in the desert

This is my review of The Fall (Penguin Modern Classics) by Albert Camus.

Although I read this in French, thus making it harder for me to understand Camus’s message yet also getting the benefit of the original language, I hope these comments may be of interest to those reading the book in the English translation.

Jean-Baptiste Clamence, his name a wordplay on “John the Baptist crying in the wilderness” buttonholes strangers in a seedy Amsterdam bar to tell them of his fall from grace as a successful Parisian lawyer to a man obsessed with his two-faced duplicity and his moral guilt worse in some ways than that of a common criminal. His psychological crisis has been triggered by another fall, that of a young woman into the Seine, whom he did nothing to save when he heard her cries. The question is, would he do any better if this incident were to be repeated?

The tale is full of digressions and twisted logic, witty, at times contradictory quotations. It is not surprising that there are differing, often opposed or confusing, interpretations of this philosophical fable, based on the ideas of absurdism, defined as the conflict between the human desire to find value and meaning in life and the inability to find it. A fascinating issue raised by Camus is how to lead a moral life if one is unable to believe in a god, but all attempts to make rules about right and wrong are arbitrary.

Having read some passages two or three times, I am still working to understand this book. For me it is a satire in which Clamence goes off the rails at the end as a kind of crazy, manic devil in a magnificently written final section. My take is that Clamence is on the wrong track with his desire to judge and control. The ability to accept one’s own inevitable shortcomings is clearly key, but what if one is given to the level of excess of the highly self-indulgent and unlikeable Clamence?

One’s understanding of this book is clearly increased by some knowledge of Christianity and the alternatives of communism, humanism and existentialism all of which Camus seems to lambast at some point, along with bourgeois complacency. This begs the question as to how much a truly great book should have some self-evident meaning without the aid of this knowledge. It seems to me that Camus was still working ideas out for himself in this book, and that at the end some were still incomplete.

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4 Stars

The Fall (Penguin Modern Classics)

“Rogue Male” by Geoffrey Household: Knowing one’s place in the white male playground

This is my review of Rogue Male by Geoffrey Household.

⭐⭐⭐ 3 Stars

Rogue Male

In this celebrated classic yarn, considered groundbreaking by some, an unnamed big game hunter gets arrested on the point of taking a pot shot at a character who is probably Hitler, it being 1939, miraculously escapes death after horrible torture and spends the rest of the novel evading recapture.

So much anonymity combining with the stiff upper lip of the “anarchical aristocrat” narrator, the story often has a clinical and detached quality. Although there are some nail-biting moments, the potential drama of the tensest scenes is often reduced by the use of reported speech. The minute details in which the narrator’s somewhat implausible projects are described also become tedious. I realise that this view may enrage those identifying with Robert Macfarlane who wrote the introduction for this edition, and clearly retains a nostalgic love for a tale which he lapped up when an imaginative schoolboy hungry for adventurous fantasy.

For pages, all that kept my interest was spotting how the world has changed socially since 1939. Our forerunner of James Bond felt that man was not intended to travel at above 40 miles per hour, and was troubled by the litter from paper bags. What would he have made of plastic rubbish? His casual snobbery is jarring, as revealed in his complacent membership of “Class X” which he cannot quite define, because presumably it’s beneath a gentleman to do that. The helpful young man who belongs to “this new generation of craftsmen… definitely belongs in Class X ….but must learn to speak the part before being recognised by so conservative a nation”.

I had just decided to give up and skip the next book group meeting when, on page 126, our hero hits rock bottom with a striking description of the state to which he has been reduced: “Living as a beast, I had become as a beast”. The subsequent verbal sparring between the narrator and his pursuer not only proves that Household could do dialogue (so perhaps it’s a pity there isn’t more of it) but also clarifies the characters’ motivations.

Yes, it’s well-written with an eye for scenery, an evocation of a lost, unspoilt English countryside, conveys vividly the sense of being hunted, but is too dated and ludicrous for my taste.

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The next liberal superpower?

This is my review of India Express: The Future of the New Superpower by Daniel Lak.

Before a recent trip, the few books available apart from tour guides were disappointing. Published in 2008 so still reasonably up-to date, Daniel Lak's "India Express" came closest to fitting the bill (although I have just found a couple of promising alternatives to be reviewed).

Although not a native of India which he first visited in 1989, Lak has the journalist's ability to observe with an open mind, to present information in an interesting and accessible way, taking time to analyse what lies beneath the surface. As each chapter is self-contained and clearly themed, you can pick and mix them.

Not primarily interested in India's unexpected expertise for sorting out the "millennium bug" which I remembered to have been an illusion, and thinking I knew enough about Indian call centres, the country's demographic problems, the fight for independence and tragedy of partition, I made first for some of the later chapters.

"Hinduism and its discontents" clarified a subject too often made obscure and dull. "According to its constitution, India is a secular country, but religion is omnipresent." The description of the holy city of Varanasi (Benares) proved very accurate: teeming bazaars, near-naked holy men in trances, sacred cows munching at vegetables stalls but not too revered to be shooed away with a shove or obscenity. Lak found a priest who bathes daily in the sacred water of the Ganges, knowing it to be poisoned by pollution, to explain the twenty-five branches of Hinduism ranging from belief in billions of gods, through monotheism to atheism. Hindus see the "essence of divinity in humans themselves" with deities serving largely as metaphors for people to grasp. "What passes for modern Hinduism can be traced to British and European scholars" who "applied their own familiar models……in the process of interpreting ancient writing….intended..for a different purpose". That says it all.

Lak covers the contradictions of India: intense cheating in the education system alongside the incorruptible Indian Institutes of Technology producing graduates to hold key positions in major companies worldwide. Then, despite its flaws, there is the survival of a vibrant democracy against the odds, prompting Lak to describe India as "Asia's America", although possibly too large and complex for this.

The gulf between rich and poor is illustrated by the fleets of hired taxis and vans used to transport programmers to and from work at HP India, to avoid a repetition of the rape and murder of a female staff member by a bogus driver. Another example is the attitude of higher castes that "if we throw our garbage over the wall of our compound, it no longer exists" because the low caste sweeper can be relied upon to take it away.

Regarding the international shock of nuclear tests in 1998, Lak suggests the prime motivation may have been to earn the respect on the world stage that India craves, by insisting on the right to self-defence. "Were India and Pakistan to reach some sort of settlement on Kashmir….other points of contention would easily be dealt with" through negotiation.

If revised, the book might include a chapter on the media – TV adverts for developing lighter skins and purchasing cleaning products, a far cry from the bustling life of the filthy streets. Another topic could be the space race in which a minister recently announced India's intention to lead the world and reject foreign aid. So what about investment in the public services so lacking in the grid-locked Delhi which I witnessed?

Lak is hard to fault, apart from a possible overoptimism over India's future in such an overpopulated world of booming demands and limited resources.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5 Stars

India Express: The Future of the New Superpower

At one with nature and at odds with man

This is my review of Raboliot (Ldp Litterature) by Genevoix.

For Pierre Fouques, nicknamed "Raboliot", born and bred in rural Sologne, poaching is a way of life. Unable to accept that this is under threat, he becomes addicted to the challenge and risk of outwitting the malicious police officer Bourrel even at the price of neglecting his weak, gentle wife and three young children. The inexorable fate of this flawed yet sympathetic antihero reminds me of the novels of Thomas Hardy, together with the vivid descriptions of the landscape and rural life. Genevoix was a great admirer of Maupassant, which is reflected in his strong narrative drive and the clarity of his prose, despite a peppering of local dialect words not to be found in the dictionary.

Since I have no interest in poaching, still less hunting, I was surprised how absorbing I found the long, climactic description of a daring if not rash poaching expedition. The time Genevoix spent living in Sologne, mixing with the locals, has borne fruit in the authentic voice used to describe, for instance, the process of salvaging valuable young fish from dried up ponds, leaving the marauding "perches d'Amérique to perish; the branches silhouetted against changing patches of sky; the breeze rippling the gold-tipped rye; the sun setting over the undulating fields and lakes; the shapes of pheasants roosting in an oak tree at night, and so on.

As with Maupassant, the story is strong on the subtle changing relationships between people, and the shifting attitudes of various characters, as in real life. With wonderful descriptions of the father-in-law's house packed with expertly stuffed birds, we see how the eccentric taxidermist is at first prepared to shelter Raboliot from the law, urging him to act "honourably" and accept a short prison sentence, whilst at the same time recalling his own glory days as a youthful poacher.

Although I understand the views that this book is overlong and the endless mists, undergrowth and slaughter of small rabbits can get a bit tedious, there is a strong case for reading an old classic – this won the Prix Goncourt in 1925 – which has the power to transport you to an unfamiliar way of life with its ambience, sights, scents and sounds. Since Genevoix survived the brutality of World War 1 as a very young man, his immersion in the beauty of nature is understandable, and its redness in tooth and claw perhaps relatively minor.

In some academic studies, Raboliot the poacher has been elevated to provide a symbol in the debate over national versus regional identity in France, a symbol that rejects heroically the strong centralizing dogma of the Third Republic. However, I prefer to view "Raboliot" as a simple battle of wills between an obsessive, authoritarian townie policeman and a simple man with a deep love and knowledge of a countryside and way of life he fights to retain.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5 Stars

Raboliot (Ldp Litterature)

Long endtime walk of Slaughterhouse Scandi-noir Roth

This is my review of Norwegian by Night by Derek B. Miller.

Aged eighty-two, a recent widower considered to be showing signs of dementia, former US Marine and Jewish watch repairer Sheldon Horowitz quits New York to live in Oslo with Rhea, the granddaughter he brought up, and her patient Norwegian husband Lars. Sheldon is caught up in the brutal murder of a neighbour, and goes on the run to save her son from being seized and possibly harmed by his violent father, a Kosovan refugee.

Original and more than yet another Scandinavian crime thriller, this is also a reflection on life, of the kind that perhaps one can only make when approaching the end of it. For Sheldon, it is only rational for the elderly to become more preoccupied with the past when their earthly future is limited. Throughout life, "sanity is the thick soup of distraction we immerse ourselves in to keep from remembering that we're gonna bite it". It can be "overwhelming and painful" to harbour "memories accompanied by too much nostalgia". And much more in this vein.

Sheldon appears not so much senile as from his youth eccentric, over-intense, too imaginative for his own good. His sharp, wisecracking wit pastes over the cracks of deep anguish and regret. Haunted by the holocaust, too young to enlist for World War Two, his spell of combat in Korea – if it really happened – only creates further demons, guilt over strangers killed in cold blood, and the pressure he places on his own son Saul to fight in Vietnam brings further grief. Although this sounds gloomy, the writing is peppered with quirky humour, a vivid sense of place and perceptive portrayal of relationships.

Admittedly, the tone adopted is often that of a thoughtful man with a PhD in international relations i.e. the author, rather than a non-intellectual watch repairer. I spotted some small glitches in the plot and implausible police practice, which I cannot reveal. Some of the minor characters, such as the "baddies" or Kosovan immigrants are very negative stereotypes, even if largely seen through the jaundiced eyes of a police officer. I would like to think that, in writing about America as "our champion and our future", Europeans as weak and the Norwegians as naïve in their liberalism, Miller simply portrays the viewpoints of his characters rather than some personal, often Jewish-centred hobby horses. I agree that his meshing of a crime thriller with psychological literary fiction, comedy with unremitting violence, is sometimes a little uneven.

The end is disappointing – too rushed after the detailed development of most scenes. I do not mind ambiguous endings, but felt that the last paragraph might have been added for the wrong reasons – a point which I hope will be clear when you reach the conclusion.

I could not help making comparisons with the Swedish bestseller, "The hundred- year- old man who climbed out of a window and disappeared", to the detriment of the latter. "Norwegian by Night" is much better written, more profound and genuinely funny. The sometimes unexpected switches between reality and fantasy, such as Sheldon's conversations with pawnbroker Bill, or his accompanying of Saul in Vietnam, made me think of "Slaughterhouse Five" so I was interested to see the inclusion of Vonnegut in the author's acknowledgements.

Five stars for the development of Sheldon's character and the use of imagined scenes to convey some powerful images or telling insights.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5 Stars

Norwegian by Night

“If Dreyfus is innocent, the generals are scoundrels”

This is my review of The Dreyfus Affair: The Story of the Most Infamous Miscarriage of Justice in French History by Piers Paul Read.

When the passage of time might be expected to have washed away memories, this is only one of several recent books keeping alive "The Dreyfus Affair" in which a Jewish captain was found guilty of espionage in 1894 at an inept and corrupt court martial. Not only is truth stranger than fiction here, but it exposes the deep rift between on one hand the Catholics, bitter over past persecution by the French revolutionaries, yet still considered too influential in education and the army, and on the other hand the secular republicans, often seen as in league with a "syndicate" of wealthy Jews following their "liberation" by the French National Assembly in 1791.

So keen is the author to set the scene that we do not hear much about Dreyfus until Chapter 5. Although leavened with many fascinating details, such as the twisted sense of honour of the military men who arrested Dreyfus, leaving a gun loaded with a single bullet in reach as a hint for him to "do the right thing", this deeply researched study makes exhausting reading at times. This is due partly to the large number of characters with long complicated names, often in inverse length to their importance, also to the author's inability to resist distracting us with facts about them, even if marginal to the main theme.

1890s Paris is presented as a kind of Ruritania with leading figures swapping mistresses, indulging in duels, and accepting bribes to conceal embarrassing facts like the bankruptcy of the Panama Canal Company. Just as expenses scandals at Westminster are made to seem small beer, the excesses of our media pale into significance compared to the bilious anti-semitic outpourings from the pens of "respected" Catholic journalists. There are fascinating parallels with today: Dreyfus was convicted at one stage by a "dodgy dossier"; the need to protect national security was made a reason for not producing vital evidence which was shown, if at all, to the prosecution but not the defence; those who knew or came to believe that Dreyfus was innocent felt that establishing this was less important than maintaining the reputation of the army, whose senior staff had mistreated him. The recent controversy over the French striker Anelka's use of the "quenelle" or reverse nazi salute favoured by his friend the comedian Dieudonné show that the issues surrounding Dreyfus retain their substance, in a different form.

The books succeeds on both a broad historical and personal level. For the sake of his health and his family, did Dreyfus have any option but to accept a pardon even if it implied admission of guilt? Sadly, this capitulation divided his supporters, some to the extent of becoming estranged from him and each other. The final sad irony is the fate that met his loyal wife after his death: to spend her final years hiding from the Nazis in, of all things, a convent.

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4 Stars

The Dreyfus Affair: The Story of the Most Infamous Miscarriage of Justice in French History

What Lizzie and Darcy did next

This is my review of Death Comes to Pemberley [DVD].

Not having read P.D. James's novel, which I suspect is an advantage, I found the film version entertaining. This is not a simpering costume drama, but reminded me of the vitality of the Poldark series in its earlier episodes.

P.D. James cleverly pinpoints an ideal plot thread: the existence of the embittered rogue Wickham who keeps turning up like a bad penny to threaten the reputation of Darcy's family. Wickham's apparent crime drives a wedge between Elizabeth and Darcy in quite subtly developed and moving scenes. The parallel dilemma as to whether Darcy's sister Georgiana should make a safe marriage for reasons of property and status, or a riskier one for love is also well handled.

Flashbacks to important dialogues in the original "Pride and Prejudice" are skilfully woven into the plot. Moments of humour are provided by revisiting well-loved situations such as Mrs. Bennett's vulgarity and lack of tact, and her husband's continual attempts to escape her, as in his pleasure at being able to hide in Darcy's library. There is some excellent acting of some "minor" parts, such as the stoical housekeeper with the capacity to rise to every occasion, keeping the staff under her thumb yet kindhearted with it. Trevor Eve does a good job as the cynical neighbouring landowner and magistrate. The scenes of Chatsworth, and, I believe, Yorkshire woodlands and hills are beautiful, the dialogue often sharp, and the plot neither too predictable nor ludicrous, with a suitably nail-biting climax and denouement – apart from a few small queries such as why Wickham, his wife and Denny were travelling on their fateful coach journey on the evening before the ball they intended to gatecrash. Also, Elizabeth and Darcy seem to dress rather plainly for such grand people, and to travel round with remarkably little pomp and protection. Perhaps there is also a tad too much hamminess with people almost drowning themselves out of grief or nearly ending it all with a cutthroat razor.

Although I am not a fan of this kind of sequel, it works quite well here, and I suspect the book may be even better.

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4 Stars

Death Comes to Pemberley [DVD]

The Girl on the Train – Fateful Freewheeling

This is my review of The Girl on the Train [DVD] [2009].

Triggered by the real-life incident of a girl who claimed to be the victim of an anti-semitic attack in Paris, this is a tale of cause and effect, the consequences of a random conjunction of events.

Beautiful but scatty, Jeanne’s half-hearted attempts to obtain work as a secretary lead by chance to an interview at the office of successful Jewish lawyer Samuel Bleistein, sometime admirer of her widowed mother played by Catherine Deneuve. Jeanne’s habit of rollerblading everywhere, red hair blowing in the wind, brings her to the notice of an enigmatic, uncomfortably direct and determined young man, Frank. Through a sequence of events, we see how Jeanne is driven to take a dramatic course of action but her motivation for this remained unclear to me.

Beautifully shot with many passing insights into human behaviour and relations, some moments of humour, shock over unexpected violence, or pathos (such as sympathy for Bleistein’s grandson Nathan with his self-absorbed, capricious parents), the film has a fragmented quality, and one observes it without feeling very moved. Although the sense of building up to some kind of dramatic climax held my attention, the rather flat, admittedly realistic ending left me feeling a little dissatisfied.

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4 Stars


The Girl on the Train [DVD] [2009]

Nosing out the truth

This is my review of Identical by Scott Turow.

Cass Gianis is about to be released from his twenty-five year jail sentence for the murder of Dita, spoilt daughter of a wealthy Greek American tycoon, Zeus Kronon. This is bad timing for his identical twin brother Paul's campaign to be elected as Democrat mayor, not least because Dita's grief-stricken brother Hal, infuriated by his failure to stop the release, hits out with the damaging claim that Paul too "had a hand in Dita's murder".

As ever, Turow makes skilful use of legal knowledge to give an authentic ring to a story based on issues of court procedure, modern forensics and DNA. The complex plot twists will surprise even readers with a knack for working out the truth.

Despite finding this a page-turner, I was disappointed by the failure to develop the potential of an interesting drama based on a Greek myth it is best not to check out until the end. In view of his lifelong fascination with twins, Turow provides remarkably little exploration of the relationship between the identical Paul and Cass. Such focus is largely on investigators, former FBI special agent, now Hal's security manager, lesbian Evon Miller and the ageing private investigator Tim Brodie, haunted by the fear of what he might have missed in the murder case first time round. To place more of the "point of view" on the twins and Paul's wife Sofia would have made writing a greater challenge, since it would have been harder to maintain the mystery, but distancing us from these characters makes us care about them less. Why create such a subtle portrayal of minor player Judge Du Bois Lands who is anxious to prove his incorruptibility to the man who shopped his bribe-taking father, but omit do so for Paul and Cass?

Although I quite like the slick, hardboiled tone of American crime fiction, peppered with terms I don't quite understand, the jerky clunkiness of some of Turow's prose grated on me. The switching between first name and surname for minor characters is distracting – it took me a while to figure out that Mel and Tooney are the same person. Too much information is provided in rushed or condensed explanations. In a tale perhaps overloaded with characters, various members of the Kronon and Gianis families who are significant to the plot are reduced to caricatures or cyphers.

This may be one of those books that work better as a film. Did Turow have this in mind, when he created an order of scenes and often sharp dialogue readily adapatable to a filmscript?

⭐⭐⭐ 3 Stars

Identical

Knowing when to quit

This is my review of Homeland – Season 3 [DVD].

Any mass market action thriller is likely to tie itself into knots of implausibility with dollops of repetition by its third series, and Homeland 3 is no exception. Just how many times will Brodie be confined in hideous gaols, Carrie get sectioned after failing to take her meds, or Dana be led astray by a crazy boyfriend?

Homeland 1 caught my attention with its novel approach, for an American series, of being prepared to show the United States government, military and CIA in a frequently unfavourable light, clearly flawed and lacking a monopoly of the moral high ground. The tough marine Brodie may have been brainwashed but seems genuinely drawn to Islam and able to relate to an alternative way of life.

Unfortunately, in Series 3, much of the potential for a subtle psychological thread which would enable viewers to appreciate the series at different levels has been frittered away. For the most part, the writers seem to have lost the plot, with Saul for one behaving in an increasingly bizarre way.

The drama rallies to reach an exciting and interesting climax in Episode 9, but tails off to an unsatisfying postscript to Episode 10 which left me with a bad taste in the mouth. Designed to pave the way for Series 4, was it the usual, and in this case inappropriate, corny, soft-centred American "ending" or a deliberate portrayal of the surviving characters as amoral and self-serving monsters?

Both `Borgen' and `The Killing' are claimed to have ended with Series 3, and the makers of Homeland might have done well to take the same option, not least since ironically they have reached a more clear-cut conclusion.

⭐⭐⭐ 3 Stars

Homeland – Season 3 [DVD]