| Sunday, November 02, 2008 |
| Hartburn |
I skipped book group the day we were scheduled to discuss John Hart's The King of Lies, so I wrote a review:
Many years ago, I read the hot book of the moment, The Bridges of Madison County, and one sentence from it has stuck in my mind ever since: "I am the highway and the peregrine and all the sails that ever went to sea," the hero whispers to his swooning lady love. That bit of Iowa corn came to typify to me the school of overwrought sensitive-man fiction, along with the opening of Pat Conroy's The Prince of Tides: "I killed a bald eagle for pleasure, for the singularity of the act, despite the divine, exhilarating beauty of its solitary flight over schools of whiting."
As someone who prefers spare prose to the florid and wordy, I can't say I was too enthusiastic about plunging into John Hart's "King of Lies," which boasts a blurb from Conroy on the front cover. The narrator is a down-on-his-luck attorney in a small North Carolina town, trapped in a loveless marriage to Barbara, who suddenly rekindles her interest in him when his dad's murder means he will soon be inheriting a boatload of money: "She stood transfixed, pinned between the moon and a soft spill of light from the bathroom closet... She shifted under my scrutiny and her breasts moved in unison." Well, they usually do, unless you're a stripper with a talent for twirling tasseled pasties.
We soon learn that the lawyer, nicknamed Work, hated his father and was glad to see him go. Unfortunately, Dad was a control freak and managed to screw up his son's life from beyond the grave; he put all kinds of preconditions in his will, chief among them that Work can't share any of his inheritance with his sister Jean. A fragile girl who has a record of past suicide attempts, Jean now lives with a tough-as-nails lesbian named Alex who hates all men, Work in particular. When it starts to look like Jean might have killed their father, Work decides he must save her, even if it means that the law will soon be eyeing him with suspicion.
I don't tend to look to mystery fiction for feminist role models, but I have to say that the women in The King of Lies are not what you'd call well-rounded (unless, of course, you're referring to Barbara's breasts). Work's wife is a social-climbing bitch, his sister is a damaged waif, the female cop is a ball-buster. And then there's Vanessa, Work's mistress, the noble farm woman who has loved him passionately since they were children, despite the fact that he married Barbara to please his father; she was willing to be his side dish, sort of like a rustic Camilla Parker Bowles, because Work is just that special.
So why did I make it through all 310 pages of The King of Lies? Mainly because Hart hooks the reader with the promise of big revelations, mainly about the contents of Work's dad's safe and the truth about mean and mysterious Alex. When the answers come, they don't disappoint. Despite all the adjectives, the book moves along at a brisk clip. If Hart manages to keep a lid on the look-Ma-I'm-writing pyrotechnics next time out, I might be willing to give him another shot.
Along with The King of Lies, I read the following books in October: Jennifer McMahon, Island of Lost Girls Ann B. Ross, Miss Julia Takes Over Laura Lippman, What the Dead Know Lee Goldberg, Mr. Monk Goes to Germany Lisa Lutz, The Spellman Files
All are fiction and the McMahon, Lippman and Lutz were for my book group. |
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When did "Alex" (or "Alix") become the Official Name of Lesbians?
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Eeek! BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY -- remember when that was all the rage? I had numerous friends tell me it was such an amazing love story, so I bought a copy and cleared an evening to read it. If it wasn't for the unintentional laughs it provided, I would have hurled it out the window of my high-rise apartment. I almost skipped the movie because the book was so awful, but I was relieved to see that almost all of the book's horrifying dialogue had been scrubbed away by the screenwriter. Your description of THE KING OF LIES reminds me of some of the dreadful work I used to have to plough through in fiction writing workshops. There were so many stories from unhappy housewives who wrote about unhappy housewives who had come back to college because ther husbands and children didn't understand them, or bitter, failed former athletes who wrote about promising young football/baseball/wrestling stars who were treated badly by everyone around them. They gave "Write what you know" a bad name. Plus, I tend to shut down automatically whenever I read something in which all the female characters are bitches, victims or sweetly supportive doormats; the same is true of any book in which all the men are either callous, weak-willed or flawless dreamboats. Some writers seem to be influenced much more strongly by bad TV than they are by real life (in which not every lesbian is named Alex or dresses in leather).
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When did "Alex" (or "Alix") become the Official Name of Lesbians?