RARA-AVIS: New books and other things...(this is not about Ross Mc or Vietnam)

From: Steve Novak (Cinefrog@comcast.net)
Date: 05 Aug 2009

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    Iąm not sure this e-mail got through in the deluge/avalanche of stuff on hardboiled theories, R. Mc Donald and Vietnam, so Iąm re-sending it in case some of you have any ideas about the authors mentioned...Thanks in advance... Montois trying to come out of the snow pile...

    Simply wondering if some of you in UK have already read the new David Peace book reviewed today in Times UK...As mentioned once here, I discovered him because of somebody at Rara and Iąm mesmerized and I have since discovered that heąs very highly though of in France...From the review here it sounds very noir indeed...since many of us seem to be wondering what that moniker means nowadays...and it also seems to be leaning towards some of Austerąs tropes...

    Also...in one article in a magazine listing łThe 50 Crime Stories Writers that count today...˛ there is mention of names that I have either missed or not seen in our discussions: Jo Nesbro (Norway), Chuck Palahniuk (US), Deon Meyer (SA)...

    Can any of you give larger info about these authors...impressions, facts...etc....

    Many merciąs in advance...

    Montois de Détroit

    From The Times August 1, 2009 Occupied City by David Peace The Times review by Tim Teeman: Repetitive, insistent, poetic, this muscular narrative wraps the reader in a gritty postwar Tokyo

    Last night the comedian Kevin Bishop scored a direct hit on his new Channel 4 show with a pastiche of a trailer of a forthcoming drama. The drama was grimy, the story made little sense, it was set in the North, it rained, characters fell to the ground wailing łGritty Bafta˛.

    One inspiration, surely, was Red Riding, the acclaimed Channel 4 drama adapted from three (out of four) David Peace novels, about dark deeds in and around West Yorkshire police in the 1970s and 1980s. What a head-scratching weirdo it was, evoking more than it revealed, yet spellbinding for all that:
    łgritty Bafta˛ material to the max (even if it wasnąt actually nominated).

    Those seeking to be further mystified, but transfixed, by Peaceąs muscular narrative powers will not be disappointed by Occupied City, the second of his Tokyo trilogy about the US occupation of Japan. At the heart of this novel is the true story of the fatal poisoning of a group of employees at the Teikoku Bank in Tokyo in 1948 and the search for the killer, who also robbed the bank. There are broader themes, too: the all-pervading sense of disintegration of postwar Tokyo, and the abuse and development of biological weapons.

    The story is told in many voices; and those voices, whether characters or newspaper reports, are insistent, and, like many a Peace-ian narrator, repetitive. Lines are written as poetry. Tokyo is an łOccupied City˛, but it is also a łPerplexed City˛, łPosthumous City ... this city that is no city, into the grey place, this place that is no place˛: in Peaceąs work artifice, reportage and fiction collide. The plot is not linear. The repetition, the rhythm, the flow and tone of the novel, are more like an incantation.

    RELATED LINKS Occupied City by David Peace This may prove puzzling, even frustrating, but the raw beauty of Peaceąs language, the clotted trajectory of the story, envelops you. When he writes of one of the bank tellers who survives ‹ and who is later pursued by a journalist, first professionally, then personally ‹ you feel every desperate movement of her crawl to freedom from where her colleagues were brutally murdered. Peace writes brilliantly of shattered roads, shattered lives, poison entering oneąs body, a fragmenting self, fragmenting society. Every scar and scarred surface, every broken body and broken mind is brutally realised.

    One of the most effective chapters is a series of alternating letters from an American officer investigating Japanąs biological weapons development, to his wife and to his commanders. The letters begin in 1945, with the war just ended: he is looking forward to coming home. But his mission becomes complicated and compromised; his letters home become less sunny and more wry, then less wry and simply desperate. By the end of the chapter, three years later, he is physically and psychologically broken.

    Peace is an astonishing storyteller, if you can get beyond ‹ or take pleasure from ‹ the crazy repetition, the diversions from the plot and the chapters of italics and capital letters. One spectacularly odd interlude near the end is a frenzied rant ascribed to łThe Thirty-Six Wounds of a Second Detective˛ which reads typographically as a deranged chant: łI AM THE SPECTATOR, THEY ARE THE SPECTACLE Ten bodies, ten corpses, the sound of whispering, the sound of weeping THE CRIME, THE SPECTACLE . . .˛

    But we had been warned. A quote from Artaudąs The Theatre and the Plague opens the novel (łThe obedient and virtuous son kills his father . . .The warrior hero sets fire to the city he once risked his life to save˛) and foreshadows the kind of dystopia that Peaceąs novel evokes, where all order and reasonable conduct has been vaporised.

    War and its discontents have perverted everything and everybody in Occupied City: the bank poisonings are the most horrendous manifestation of that. Tokyoąs air is łhaunted˛, the city is a łcoffin˛, a wilderness, a site of plague, a wound ‹ and much more besides. This novel is like a roiling charnel house. You feel its grit, bitterness and lack of hope, with an awful tangibility.

    When the killer, or supposed killer, is revealed, his story links the Teikoku Bank murders and the wider calumny of Japanąs biological weapons programme. But his confession is questionable; and the reader leaves this chapter of Japanąs history with, possibly, the wrong man convicted and the truth about chemical warfare muddied and lost in time. But, throughout, Peace has emphasised that this is an act of storytelling more than truth-telling, łthe writer˛ playing fast and loose in Tokyoąs most resonant manifestation: łthe fictional city˛. This is a savagely beautiful, richly startling novel, just begging to be made into a łgritty Bafta˛.

    Occupied City by David Peace (Faber and Faber, Ł12.99; Buy this book; 275pp)

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