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Daniel Kehlmann–FAME

“How strange that technology has brought us into a world where there are no fixed places anymore.  You speak out of nowhere [on cellphones and the internet], you can be anywhere, and because nothing can be checked, anything you choose to imagine is, at bottom, true.”

Described as a “prodigy,” thirty-five-year-old Daniel Kehlmann, with German and Austrian citizenship, has already published four novels and a short story collection, winning the 2005 Candide Award, the 2006 Kleist Award, and the 2008 Thomas Mann Award.  His novel Measuring the World has sold an incredible 1.5 million copies in Europe alone, and his works have been translated into forty languages.  This novel can only add to his luster.  It is brilliant—clever, thoughtful, satirical, ironic, humorous, and beautifully structured within its experimental style.

Non-stop fun at the same time that it deals with important existential issues, Kehlmann’s collection of nine seemingly unrelated stories becomes a labyrinth of overlapping relationships, some of them within the plots of the stories, some in the surprising connections among characters, some through his imagery (and one repeating character/symbol), and some through his development of his themes.  Kehlmann is exploring the effects of technology on our perceptions of reality, and while this may sound esoteric and ponderous, it is done within a lively assortment of stories in which the characters and points of view are not only realistic and satiric—but often wickedly funny.

Kehlmann raises questions about what happens to our thinking about the real world when we spend hours of our real lives “communicating” on the internet, often in chat rooms using monikers instead of real names, where we are able to create whole new fictional lives for ourselves.  We converse on cellphones, often giving on-the-spot descriptions of what we are seeing and feeling.  We record cellphone videos, and we often post these on YouTube, allowing the world to share them.  How “real” are all these versions of reality?   And how “real” is the fame that often accompanies our recorded achievements in film, TV, and literature?  Where does reality begin and end?  And what does fame really mean?

Kehlmann’s nine stories all deal with the ironies of people caught between reality and fiction.  In “Voices”  Kehlman tells the story of Ebling, who is mistakenly assigned the private number of famous actor Ralf Tanner when he buys a new cellphone.  When he begins to answer as the actor, “It was as if he had a doppelganger, his representative in a parallel universe.”  In “The Way Out,” Ralf Tanner the actor illustrates what has happened to his life since Ebling started answering his phone calls, his professional career and personal life in ruins.  He participates in a disco contest which awards prizes to the person who most resembles someone famous, but is criticized because his body language is “not correct” for the actor Ralf Tanner.  His use of a false name ironically gives him a chance at a real life.  In “How I Lied and Died,” the telecom supervisor of the man who mistakenly gave out Ralf’s cellphone number becomes caught up in a lover’s triangle in which he is in love with two women.  He lies to both, creating fictional new “lives” for himself through his lies.  “It was as if I really had left another me back there.”

Market in Uzbekistan

Four stories are about writers.  Miguel Auristos Blanco, the author of popular self-help books about serenity, inner grace, and the meaning of life, is famous for his book Ask the Cosmos, It will Speak. (A gun-lover, he is also the author of A Steady Hand Makes a Calm Spirit.)  Then he receives a letter from an abbess at a Carmelite Convent asking him why suffering exists, why loneliness, why God is so distant.  As he contemplates an answer, he considers the effects of what he says on both his own life and on his fame.  Author Maria Rubinstein substitutes for another writer at a conference in Uzbekistan or Turkmenistan (it doesn’t seem to make a difference to the participants) and cannot make anyone believe she really is who she says she is.  Her novel Dark Rain, available in the country, does not contain her picture to prove her identity.

The third author, Leo Richter, whose stories about Dr. Lara Gaspard have brought him fame, is now living with Elisabeth, a real doctor with Doctors Without Borders who does not want to tell him anything about her life because she does not want to appear in any of his stories.

Physician from Doctors Without Borders in central Africa

When Leo accompanies Elisabeth to equatorial Africa to investigate the ominous disappearance of three doctors, the limitations of this fiction writer become obvious. In my favorite bit of dialogue from the whole book, Leo asks one of the veteran physicians, “Have you read Hemingway?  I think about him all the time here.  Can you work here without thinking of him?” “Yes,” the weary physician replies.  “Easily.”

Kehlmann writes like a sorcerer here, hiding fundamental metaphysical ideas within sentences which are simple, concise, and straightforward and within stories which are exciting to read.   Kehlmann never lets the reader forget that his own stories, too, must be evaluated—he is, after all, a real person telling fictional stories which reflect real themes using fictional characters, some of whom are fictitiously involved in writing books and some of whom are involved in telecommunications which affect their readers’ real lives.  “Stories within stories within stories.  You never know where one ends and another begins!  In truth they all flow into one another.”  One of the most surprising and satisfying books of the year for me.  (Near the top of my Favorites List for 2010)

Note: Doctors without Borders (Medecins Sans Frontieres) is described on Wiki here: http://en.wikipedia.org/ Their Facebook video may be found here:  www.youtube.com. The rating for this organization as a philanthropy is here: www.charitynavigator.org Their logo appears at the end of the review.

Photos, in order: The photo of Daniel Kehlmann is here:  www.fr-online.de

A market in Uzbekistan is from  www.britannica.com

http://web.mit.edu Dr. Jonathan Spector examines a child in central Africa.  He has worked with Doctors Without Borders in Angola, Sudan, and Liberia.

“Northern Europe is a place of cold light and clear lines…and so is Protestantism.  The Mediterranean world is indomitable sunshine and impenetrable shade.  So is Catholicism.  Then this…this…numinous…Orient…its bells, its dragons, its millions…Here, notions of transmigrations, of karma, which are heresies at home, possess a…a…plausibility.”—Jacob de Zoet, Dejima, 1800.

David Mitchell’s past work, full of literary excitement, has been almost universally lauded for its originality and experimentation, and two of his novels, number9dream (2001), and Cloud Atlas (2004) have been shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize.  Ghostwritten (1999) won the John Llewellyn Rhys Prize, and in 2007, Mitchell was named one of Time magazine’s 100 Most Influential People in the World. This novel will come as a surprise to many of his long-time fans.  Here, Mitchell writes a historical novel—a HUGE historical novel—set in Nagasaki at the turn of the 19th century, when the Dutch East India Company was Nagasaki’s only trading partner.  In an unusual change, Mitchell writes in the 3rd person here, taking an omniscient point of view which allows him to unfurl fascinating tales and re-imagine historical events in dense prose packed full of energy and local color.  Using a straight chronology which begins in 1799 and ends in 1817, Mitchell introduces a young Dutch seaman who is trying to earn enough money to marry his Dutch sweetheart;  a pioneering Dutch physician;  a scarred Japanese woman who has become a brilliant midwife;  a samurai magistrate; a venal Japanese abbot in charge of a home-grown monastery; an ape named William Pitt, and an assortment of dishonest traders as they engage in the hurly-burly world of Nagasaki trade.

The result is Mitchell’s most unusual novel.  The Dutch East India Company, the only foreign presence allowed in Nagasaki, is confined to Dejima, a man-made island in the harbor.  Only the higher officers may use the narrow, and guarded, bridge to the mainland.  The Dutch traders are an often devious lot, trying to create personal fortunes by deceiving not only their Japanese hosts but the Dutch East India Company itself.  To correct the undoubtedly fraudulent record-keeping, young Jacob de Zoet, a clerk in his mid-twenties, has been assigned to straighten out the books, a job which does not win him friends in Dejima, and he is not sure how many years he will have to stay there.  The Netherlands, in economic decline, has come increasingly under the influence of the French;  Prussia and Austria are threatening their borders; and the British have seized many of their colonies, conditions which some traders feel justify their taking whatever they can get for their personal use.

Many of the traders are no more civilized in their personal relationships than in their business dealings, as their treatment of the Spanish and African crew reveals, and Jacob de Zoet, though friendly with Dr. Marinus, forms his closest relationships are with the Japanese: Ogawa Uzaemon, an interpreter of the first rank, who is interested in reading de Zoet’s copy of Adam Smith’s The Wealth of Nations, and Abaigawa Orito, a woman whose face is scarred but whose brilliance has been recognized by Dr. Marinus, a physician and scholar who is training her in medicine.  Together they provide de Zoet with a life, and he is soon in love with Orito.  As in all epic novels, love is thwarted on several levels, and as Part I ends, honest Jacob de Zoet is at the mercy of his greedy fellow crewmen, remaining in Dejima as the Shenandoah, on which he arrived, leaves for Batavia loaded with goods.

Part II shifts the focus to the inhabitants of a remote monastery on Mount Shiranui, ruled by an abbot whose sadism knows no bounds.  The women there, all poor, are imprisoned, forcibly impregnated and required to give their babies as “gifts” to the monastery.  When Jacob de Zoet’s interpreter, Ogawa, hears what is happening there, he and a samurai friend set out to liberate the monastery, which allows Mitchell to explore other aspects of the culture, the samurai tradition, the changing loyalties of friends, and the difficulty of creating change in a traditional society in which connections to powerful people are the key to action.

Part III brings the British into the trading equation. Dejima is occupied by only a handful of Dutch, since their ship has returned to Batavia, and the Japanese, accustomed to having only a small army to protect against the Dutch who are confined to Dejima, are helpless, their samurai scattered about the countryside and unable to return to the city on short notice.  Flying a Dutch flag to disguise their intentions, the Phoebus enters under sail and tries to take over the port.  Part IV, which takes place in 1811, and Part V, which takes place in 1817, continues the story of the Dutch traders who have remained in Japan and resolves the issues in their personal lives.  Holland has fallen to Napoleon, and the Dutch East India Company is bankrupt.

Mitchell seems determined to give the reader absolutely everything s/he could want in a historical novel—an enormous cast of characters (many of them stereotypes), lively action, exotic settings, unusual events, struggles between good and evil, battles, tragedies, and even some humor.  Setting the novel at a time in which both Japan and the west are experiencing major intellectual and political changes, he also deals with important themes—referring to new learning, new ideas, new weapons of warfare, new types of government, and new views of economics.  Unfortunately, Mitchell does not develop all this smoothly and bring it all together.  It’s a hodgepodge that keeps the reader hopping to stay abreast of what is happening and what is likely to happen next on many fronts at the same time.  As hodgepodges go, however, it’s really, really good, and it does overcome some of its structural weaknesses by keeping the reader completely entertained.

Photos, in order: The author’s photo, by Torsten Silz introduces a really good interview with the author:  www.cbc.ca

The model of Dejima, with its one small bridge from the island to the mainland, is from the Nagasaki Museum of History and Culture:  www.ltcm.net

Mitchell has compressed time a bit with the tale of the Phoebus.  That episode is modeled on that of the HMS Phaeton, a British vessel which entered Nagasaki Harbor in 1808, under the Dutch flag, captured the Dutch welcoming party, demanded food and fuel, and took shots at other ships in the harbor before releasing their hostages and sailing away.  This drawing is in the Nagasaki Museum of History and Culture. http://en.wikipedia.org

Deon Meyer–THIRTEEN HOURS

Note:  Thirteen Hours was WINNER of the AKTV Prize in South Africa for Best Suspense Fiction of 2009.  It is also the first Afrikaans-written novel to be SHORTLISTED for the prestigious CWA  International Dagger Award for 2010.

“I don’t discriminate, I sleep with whoever I want, because it’s the New South Africa, but you don’t want to know about that.  You want to ‘brother’ and ‘sister’ us all.  You want us to be a separate tribe, us coloureds; you’re the kind who goes around complaining how hard it is to be a coloured…If you don’t integrate, you won’t.  That’s the trouble with this country, everyone wants to complain, nobody wants to do anything, nobody wants to forget the past.”—“Coloured” woman to white policeman.

In his best and most complex novel yet, Afrikaans-writer Deon Meyer recreates a mere thirteen hours of life in Cape Town, South Africa, hour by terrifying hour, and those thirteen hours reveal more about the city’s many criminal cultures than you may want to know.  The police are only partially effective.  Following scandals which plagued the police department and resulted in corruption convictions for some key officers, the National Commissioner has established a new police force, the South African Police Service (SAPS), retaining their best and most experienced officers within new departments, the duties of which are not always clear. As one of the force’s best detectives says, “I’ve been working with the Provincial Task Force for four months now, and I still don’t have a portfolio.  No people, no job description…I’m getting too old for all the Commissioner’s monkey business, the racial quotas that change every year; everything is politicized.  And if Zuma becomes President, the Xhosas will be out and the Zulus will be in and everything will change again—a new hierarchy, new agenda, new troubles.”

Racial differences, tribal differences, and changing historical roles add to the complexities here as good people try to prevent crimes in a fraught environment in which the Metro Police, considered by SAPS to be “traffic cops,” are also flexing muscles over control.  Further complicating the issues, many experienced former police are now working for private security firms, hired out to do some of the same jobs as the police.

Captain Benny Griessel, a long-time police officer, now working for SAPS, has been assigned to mentor several new officers, all in their thirties—four blacks, one black woman, and one “coloured.”  Integration of the police is a top priority, and it is Benny’s job to see that they all get the maximum possible experience dealing with a multitude of issues from murder to drug trafficking, graft, extortion, and embezzlement.

Meyer involves his reader in the action from the opening pages, in which a young girl, still in her teens, is tearing through the city, begging for help from people she sees, as she tries to escape five or six young men who are pursuing her.  And she’s the lucky one.  Her companion lies dead, her throat slit and her backpack stolen.  Benny and his staff are assigned to this case, and soon have their worst fears realized.  The young victim was an American tourist.  At the same time, the body of a music executive, shot in the head with his own gun, is found at home near his wife, an alcoholic who knows of his flagrant affairs and who has been lying passed out for hours. She appears to have shot him.  These separate stories interrupt each other throughout the novel as more information is revealed about each crime.  The author keeps the suspense at fever pitch, as Rachel Anderson, the girl trying to escape, manages to evade discovery for many hours as she races through the areas around Table Mountain, and as Benny Griessel tries to keep all the leads for two separate cases, and all the investigating officers, going in the right direction.

The main characters’ own backgrounds and family lives unfold and add depth to the novel, showing how they live, for better or worse, in the newly integrated society.  Because the crimes here are endemic to other countries, the focus is on how the police solve them, the research they do, the assumptions they make, the directions they take, and the risks they are willing to take for justice.  As the novel develops further, the ins and outs of the not-always-honest music business, the roles of Russian owners and managers of clubs and bars, the weaknesses of police officers who may be offered enormous bribes, illegal immigration from other African countries whose governments are in total disarray, the problems of a drug culture, and the corruption which seems to be an unfortunate natural result of power all appear as themes and plot lines.  As one old white man says, “The Afrikaners’…power corrupted them.  The signs are there that the black government is going the same way.  I am afraid they will make the same mistakes.  It would be such a pity.  We are a country of potential, of wonderful, good people who all want only one thing: a future for our children.  Here. Not in Canada.”

As always, Deon Meyer has turned an exciting mystery into a heart-pounding thriller with an over-the-top conclusion, but he also has a great deal to say about his country. Despite the darkness which is evident in its plot, Meyer honors people of all races–Benny Griessel (white), bright new detective Vusumuzi Ndabeni (black), no-nonsense female investigator Mbali Kaleni (black), and pathologist, Tiffany October (“coloured”).  These are the future of the country and its hope, and Deon Meyer, an Afrikaaner, celebrates them.

Note:    Also by Deon Meyer:  BLOOD SAFARI (2007),    TRACKERS (2010), COBRA (2014)

Photos: The author’s photo is from http://petrona.typepad.com His web page is here: www.deonmeyer.com

Table Mountain dominates the western coast of Cape Town.  This photo is by Jon Hicks/Corbis for www.guardian.co.uk.  “The Twelve Apostles” mountain range, the site of a hospital in this novel, is shown here, facing the Atlantic, south of Table Mountain: www.capetown.travel/

“I’m a poet now, searching for the extraordinary, trying to express it in ordinary, everyday words.”

When the speaker’s friend makes this statement in “Jim,” the first story in this small but unforgettable collection of five stories and two essays by Chilean author Roberto Bolano, the reader cannot help but feel that Jim is in many ways the author’s alterego.  Bolano also began his writing life as a poet, something that is obvious in his recognition of the tiny, seemingly insignificant moment or detail which becomes extraordinary within its context. Such “extraordinary” moments or details are worthy of notice, and even wonder, but as the author shows, they are not necessarily “wonderful” in the felicitous definition of the word.

Extraordinary moments are temporal, and, though meaningful, they can also be shocking or sad.  These moments are always succeeded by other extraordinary moments, sometimes seemingly at random–emotionally satisfying moments may be followed by those of devastating shock.  For Bolano’s characters, life can be “futile, senseless, ridiculous.”  As one speaker comments, “It’s already too late…for everything.  Weren’t we damned, right from the origin of our species?”

Throughout these stories, the reader becomes hypnotized by the succession of Bolano’s images, by the lives he depicts (including his own in the two essays), and by the metaphysical suggestions and possible symbols of his stories, despite the fact that Bolano does not make grand pronouncements or create a formal, organized, and ultimately hopeful view of life as other authors do.  There is no coherence to our lives, he seems to say: chaos rules.  Although artists of all kinds try to make some sense of life, Bolano suggests that their visions may not be accurate since they have no way of knowing or conveying the whole story, the big picture, the inner secrets of life.  He himself avoids such suggestions of order in life.  Vibrant and imaginative, Bolano’s stories seduce the reader into and coming back to them again and again looking for answers or explanations that often remain tantalizingly out of reach.

Man watching fire-eater in Mexico

“Jim,” which takes place in Mexico, one of the many places the peripatetic Bolano lived, tells of a sad, often desperate man who considers himself a poet, someone the speaker once saw staring rapt, bewitched by a fire-eater, who was performing just for him.  “Mexico’s spell had bound him and now he was looking his demons right in the face.”  The symbolism is clear, but the story’s conclusion is less so.  In “The Insufferable Gaucho,” set in Argentina, where Bolano also lived, an irreproachable lawyer in Buenos Aires is affected by the passage of time and the distancing of his children as they grow up and leave home.  Believing that Buenos Aires is “sinking” under its crime, violence, and failed economy, he returns to his dilapidated family ranch on the pampas and tries to restore it and himself.  The pampas has also changed, however.  “The shame of the nation or the continent has turned [the gauchos] into tame cats.  That’s why the cattle have been replaced by rabbits.”  Unable to feel at home in the pampas or in the city, the disillusioned Pereda must choose where to spend the rest of his life.

“Police Rat,” the grimmest of the stories, features Pepe the Cop, a rat who describes life in the sewers, even taking time to comment on the non-role of the arts in the lives of rats.  The political symbolism and commentary are clear here as Pepe works to capture a murderer, deal with a predatory white snake, and cope with a terrible discovery.  “Alvaro Rousselot’s Journey,” set in Argentina, tells of a writer who discovers that his first two books have been plagiarized and turned into films in France.  He must decide what this says about Argentine literature and what he should do about his own life as a writer.  In “Two Catholic Tales,” Bolano creates parallel stories, telling of a seventeen-year-old boy who is trying to see if he has a vocation for the priesthood, and of a long-time patient at an insane asylum, who describes his terrible experience with priests.  The two tales taken together reveal much about Bolano’s view of the extraordinary, what we can never know about extraordinary changes, and whether or not they are random.

Patagonian Mara Hare, the size of a small deer and just as fast.  One races to keep pace with a train in a story in this book. Photo by Gabriel Rojo

Two essays at the end are particularly poignant and important for students of Bolano and lovers of literature.   “Literature + Illness = Illness,” dedicated to “my friend the hepatologist, Dr. Victor Vargas,” explores the relationship between writing and the illness which would claim Bolano’s life at age fifty, soon after writing this.  From the beginning, when the author asks his reader to imagine what it would be like to attend a public event, only to be told that the speaker is ill and cannot appear, the author’s attitudes toward his inevitably fatal disease loom large.  At times, he says, writing about his illness is liberating since it offers excuses and inspires compassion, even when the doctor’s news is “unequivocally, spectacularly bad.”  He goes on to discuss “Illness and Dionysus,” in which he says, “When people are about to die, all they want to do is f*ck,”  then “Illness and Travel,”  “Illness and Dead Ends,”  Illness and the Documentary,”  “Illness and Poetry,”  “Illness and Tests,” and ultimately, “Illness and Kafka,”  always returning to the idea of the writer and how he regards his work.

Pampas, Argentina

In “the Myths of Cthulhu,” a wonderful companion essay, he comments on Spain’s Arturo Perez-Reverte as the “perfect novelist,” since his work is famous for its “readability.”  People enjoy his mysteries because they can be understood.  Volunteering that “Latin America was Europe’s mental asylum, just as North America was its factory,” he eventually concludes that “Writers today…are no longer young men of means unafraid to inveigh against the norms of respectable society, much less a bunch of misfits, but [instead] products of the middle and working classes determined to scale the Everest of respectability, hungry for respectability…We are the middle class generation…We think our brain is a marble mausoleum, when in fact it’s a house made of cardboard boxes, a shack stranded between an empty field and an endless dusk…All that carrying on about Proust, all those hours spent examining pages of Joyce suspended on a wire, and the answer was there all along, in the bestseller…Everything suggests there is no way out of this.”

Photos, in order: The photo of Roberto Bolano by Julian Martin, and an article about the “last” interview of Bolano appear on www.guardian.co.uk. A review of the book, Roberto Bolano: The Last Interview by Monica Maristain was published in March, 2010 here:  www.guardian.co.uk

A fire-eater with a lone observer, the central image of the story “Jim,”  may be found here:  http://www.caribbeanfamilytripper.com, image from Paris Parmenter and John Bigley.

The “rabbits” described in the story of “The Insufferable Gaucho” are powerful enough to chase trains, and it is possible that Bolano was thinking about the “mara hare” when he created this image.   Native to the pampas, it is the size of a small deer, moves at an extremely high speed, and is capable of making very high jumps. http://www.bbc.co.uk/nature/life/Patagonian_Mara. Photo by Gabriel Rojo.

The pampas is shown here: www.destination360.com

ALSO by Roberto Bolano: THE THIRD REICH and WOES OF THE TRUE POLICEMAN

THE INSUFFERABLE GAUCHO
Fiction. Review. Argentina, Chile, Experimental, Literary, Mexico, Short Stories
Written by: Roberto Bolano
Published by: New Directions
ISBN: 978-0811219068
Available in: Ebook Paperback Hardcover

“Today, in 1865, in the twenty-eighth year of Her Majesty Queen Victoria’s reign, human understanding of nature and society was surely nearing completion.  Economic science showed the inexorable law by which wealth was generated by the poor and flowed to the rich.  Social science revealed the inevitability that a sizeable segment of the poor would sink towards crime and depravity.  Statistical science showed the precise extent to which this would happen.”

Lovers of Victorian Gothic mysteries will have loads of fun with this one, quite different in tone from the norm, and lovers of literary fiction will admire the author’s ability to describe and bring the period to life while also conveying important sociological and religious issues.  Written by Alastair Sim, great-nephew of the famed actor of the same name, while he was still a student at the University of Glasgow, the novel takes the Victorian police procedural in new directions.  Inspector Archibald Allerdyce, an emotionally damaged man who no longer believes in God, and Sergeant Hector McGillivray, even more damaged from his army experiences during the colonial rebellion in India and the Crimean War, have been ordered by the highest levels of government to solve the disappearance of William Bothwell-Scott, the Duke of Dornoch, wealthiest man in Scotland.

The Duke has amassed a ten thousand-acre estate by having his thugs clear the land of long-time poor residents, also demolishing a small village near the coast which interfered with his view.  Just as cavalierly, the Duke has drastically cut the wages of the workers in his five mines.  When he is discovered shot dead and pitched into a well, formerly a mine, on his estate, the number of potential suspects is so long that the government decides, for political reasons, to announce his death as accidental.  His brother Frederick becomes the eighth Duke or Dornoch, not an improvement, as Frederick, a drunk and a bully, has no conscience at all.  “I’m sorry for William,” he says at William’s funeral, “but it’s an upturn in my own fortunes.”

Allerdyce’s investigation of William’s death takes him into the lower depths of the city, described in terms that “out-Dickens” Dickens—houses of prostitution; bars where the Duke, known to them as Willie Burns, can indulge his desires for young men; gambling dens and dog pits where ratters vie to kill fifty brown rats in five minutes—places so dangerous that Allerdyce needs two men to watch his back.  Despite the information that Allerdyce and McGillivray discover, the police powers-that-be, tied to the government, insist that the murderer must be the head of the Scottish mines or the foreman who cleared the Duke’s lands.  True justice is unimportant—just the appearance of justice, the quicker the better.  Eventually, in true gothic tradition, several other murders occur, innocent people are jailed and quickly subjected to summary trials, an illegitimate child threatens the succession to the estate, coincidences resolve a number of plot issues, and complicated love stories unfold.

As one might expect from the title, the socio-religious changes in Victorian society can be seen in the conflicts faced by some of the main characters here, especially Allerdyce.  Darwin’s Origin of the Species, published in 1859, has challenged the traditional church beliefs in Separate Creation and the Chain of Being, with man at the top of the chain and rich men at the very top.   Spiritualism, a new movement, is becoming popular.  Trade unions are beginning to form, and communism, also new, is gaining followers among the poor. Colonial wars, and the country’s involvement in the Crimea, in which the poor have been used as cannon fodder by their aristocratic officers, have further exacerbated class divisions.  Allerdyce, despite his agnosticism and awareness of the social inequities, still sees the world in black and white, however:  The law is the law, and no compromises are possible, even if the results make no sense on a grander scale.  “Sometimes,” he says grandly, “your duty to the law doesn’t seem to do justice to the people you encounter,” but he does his duty anyway.

In the second half of the book, deliberate religious symbols and parallels appear, causing the mystery to veer off in unexpected directions.  Patrick Slater is seen as a Christ figure, living in the wilderness and doing good deeds, Allerdyce is declared to be a Judas by someone he wants to help, Easter images describe someone who “rises to a better life,” and a character on trial is asked if he believes in the Bible as God’s perfect word for man, his answer determining his fate.

The author’s brilliant imagery makes the setting and atmosphere come alive, while the complexities of the plot reveal the author’s comprehensive vision of society.  The characters, with the exception of Allerdyce, tend to be stereotypes, in the fashion of typical Victorian Gothic novels.  Where this novel differs from most other novels of its genre is in its mood—the customary happy ending, with all details resolved, is omitted.  Instead, the reader is left to ponder the social and religious issues that the author has raised. Though his primary purpose is not completely clear and the themes, introduced and developed late, are sometimes fuzzy, the author’s vibrant depiction of a fragmented, class-based society with its equally class-based system of justice is absorbing and memorable.

Photos, in order: The author’s photo and announcement as recently appointed director of Universities Scotland are here:  www.timeshighereducation.co.uk

Skibo Castle in Dornoch may have been a model for the estate of the Duke of Dornoch.  Skibo was restored as the home of Andrew Carnegie in 1898 and remained in his family until 1982.  The Duke of Dornoch’s castle was described as having 10,000 acres in 1865;  Skibo has 7,500 acres now.  Photo by Heather Swinton:   http://travel.webshots.com

Sgt. Hector McGillivray’s younger brother was a member of the 93rd Highlanders and died in the Crimea, an event for which McGillivray still blames Brig. Frederick Bothwell-Scott.  The officers of that regiment (dressed as in the attached drawing) were part of the “Thin Red Line” and The Charge of the Light Brigade:  www.britishbattles.com .

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