What Reading Crisis? Perhaps reports of the book's death have been greatly exaggerated. Please note that crime and mystery fiction are the top sellers. Why? Perhaps the very factors that draw P.D. James to write it also draw readers.
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Sherlock Holmes? Meet Arsene Lupin. I've only played The Mystery of the Mummy, and that only desultorily, but I certainly find this more interesting than that Lovecraft crossover.
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Stay tuned; in the next couple of days I should have reviews up for The Spy Who Came in from the Cold and Queen and Country: Operation Saddlebags.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Review: "Remote"
It's been a while since I've been able to post anything here--primarily because my education gets in the way of my thriller-related reading. I should have a review of John le Carre's The Spy Who Came in from the Cold at some point in the next week. In the mean time, here's a review that might be of interest:
Remote: 05: Story by Seimaru Amagi; Art by Tetsuya Koshiba.
My favorite used book store--Deb's Bookstore in Cullman, Alabama--has a little room in the back where they have a sale going on, including a token bit of Manga--discounted from $5 to $1. Since I've been interested in trying out Manga, I picked up this book. Since I'm not conversant with the genre, this review will be very much an outsider's perspective on an insider's artform, and so will focus on those elements I am familiar with--detective plots.
Since Remotestarts in the middle of an ongoing story, I had to do a little research. The basic premise is intriguing--a genius detective, Inspector Kozaburo cut off from human emotions and unable to leave his headquarters, works with a young woman, Detective Kurumi Ayaki--via cell 'phone--to solve crimes. That's the premise, and that's really all one needs to know to enjoy this volume.
Volume 5 contains two stories--or, rather, one and a half, since the first three chapters are the conclusion of a case presumably begun in the first volume. The first is pretty standard detective stuff--Detective Kurumi Ayaki investigates a closed circle of suspects in order to prove that her fiance is innocent of murder. The trick, too, is pure Agatha Christie, though only having half the story--and being unfamiliar with conventions of the genre--made it difficult to guess.
The second story in the volume is "Assassin Bob." Again, Kurumi Ayaki is trying to clear a friend of suspicion--this time, that he is an assassin known as the Coyote. This story is much more in the thriller line than the previous, with a couple of really nail-biting sequences--especially the climax. However, the central trick is fairly easy to spot, even if you miss the specific clue that leads Kozaburo Himuro to the real villain.
I liked this book. In general, I find the artwork in Manga more exciting and generally interesting to look at than standard comic books. In addition, the stories are well-done--especially "Assassin Bob," which works well even if the reader has no idea who Bob actually is in the context of the series.
There are a couple of problems: Kurumi Ayaki is meant to be sweet and innocent--she's an ex-meter maid--but she comes across as simply dumb too much of the time. I know, it's a trope that's as old as detective fiction--even if Watson wasn't particularly dumb himself--but it gets tiresome. Then, too, it may be part of my unfamiliarity with Manga--overwrought, even hilarious, emotion in a purportedly dark thriller series may be par for the course. I'm just not used to it.
I might check out more in this series. It's all pretty disposable, but it has some promise, and being able to read from the first volume would probably make this volume more comprehensible to me.
Remote: 05: Story by Seimaru Amagi; Art by Tetsuya Koshiba.My favorite used book store--Deb's Bookstore in Cullman, Alabama--has a little room in the back where they have a sale going on, including a token bit of Manga--discounted from $5 to $1. Since I've been interested in trying out Manga, I picked up this book. Since I'm not conversant with the genre, this review will be very much an outsider's perspective on an insider's artform, and so will focus on those elements I am familiar with--detective plots.
Since Remotestarts in the middle of an ongoing story, I had to do a little research. The basic premise is intriguing--a genius detective, Inspector Kozaburo cut off from human emotions and unable to leave his headquarters, works with a young woman, Detective Kurumi Ayaki--via cell 'phone--to solve crimes. That's the premise, and that's really all one needs to know to enjoy this volume.
Volume 5 contains two stories--or, rather, one and a half, since the first three chapters are the conclusion of a case presumably begun in the first volume. The first is pretty standard detective stuff--Detective Kurumi Ayaki investigates a closed circle of suspects in order to prove that her fiance is innocent of murder. The trick, too, is pure Agatha Christie, though only having half the story--and being unfamiliar with conventions of the genre--made it difficult to guess.
The second story in the volume is "Assassin Bob." Again, Kurumi Ayaki is trying to clear a friend of suspicion--this time, that he is an assassin known as the Coyote. This story is much more in the thriller line than the previous, with a couple of really nail-biting sequences--especially the climax. However, the central trick is fairly easy to spot, even if you miss the specific clue that leads Kozaburo Himuro to the real villain.
I liked this book. In general, I find the artwork in Manga more exciting and generally interesting to look at than standard comic books. In addition, the stories are well-done--especially "Assassin Bob," which works well even if the reader has no idea who Bob actually is in the context of the series.
There are a couple of problems: Kurumi Ayaki is meant to be sweet and innocent--she's an ex-meter maid--but she comes across as simply dumb too much of the time. I know, it's a trope that's as old as detective fiction--even if Watson wasn't particularly dumb himself--but it gets tiresome. Then, too, it may be part of my unfamiliarity with Manga--overwrought, even hilarious, emotion in a purportedly dark thriller series may be par for the course. I'm just not used to it.
I might check out more in this series. It's all pretty disposable, but it has some promise, and being able to read from the first volume would probably make this volume more comprehensible to me.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Am I Right, Sir? A Real-Life Mr. Memory
I was looking around on CNN and found this story about the "Amazing memory man [who] never forgets."
Of course, I immediately thought of Mr. Memory in The 39 Steps by Alfred Hitchcock. In that film, Wylie Watson plays a music-hall performer who is able to recall, on request, the most trivial bits of information. Of course, his memory is portrayed as perfect, while the subjects discussed at CNN seem to be limited by their interests--for instance, if one doesn't like sports, he cannot recall sports facts as well.
Being a in thriller, Hitchcock's Mr. Memory of course became central to the problem of the 39 steps. I wonder if any other thrillers have made use of super-accurate memory in this way.
To Williams and his family, his ability to recall events -- and especially dates -- is a regular source of amusement. But according to one expert, Williams' skill might rank his memory among the best in the world. Doctors are now studying him, and a woman with similar talents, hoping to achieve a deeper understanding of memory.
Of course, I immediately thought of Mr. Memory in The 39 Steps by Alfred Hitchcock. In that film, Wylie Watson plays a music-hall performer who is able to recall, on request, the most trivial bits of information. Of course, his memory is portrayed as perfect, while the subjects discussed at CNN seem to be limited by their interests--for instance, if one doesn't like sports, he cannot recall sports facts as well.
Being a in thriller, Hitchcock's Mr. Memory of course became central to the problem of the 39 steps. I wonder if any other thrillers have made use of super-accurate memory in this way.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
"Intruding" on the Screen
Hmm. I really liked Intruder in the Dust back when I read it last year. Now Coming Soon reports that it's going to be filmed.
The book's fairly minor as Faulkner goes--a mystery story revolving around a black man wrongly accused of killing a white man--and I found it interesting primarily because of its stream-of-consciousness prose. But it's got some very striking images--such as the young protagonist, his African-American friend and an old woman digging up a grave and finding--
Well.
This might prove interesting.
The book's fairly minor as Faulkner goes--a mystery story revolving around a black man wrongly accused of killing a white man--and I found it interesting primarily because of its stream-of-consciousness prose. But it's got some very striking images--such as the young protagonist, his African-American friend and an old woman digging up a grave and finding--
Well.
This might prove interesting.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Darkman
I've been going through a "Shadow" phase, looking up everything I could about the mysterious crimefighter with the laugh that chills the hearts of criminals everywhere. In the process of that, I've come across Darkman--the brainchild of Sam Raimi, of more recent Spider-Man fame. Apparently, Raimi wanted to create a movie version of The Shadow, but couldn't get the rights, so he created his own version, adding bits and pieces of The Phantom of the Opera and other horror elements. Since Wal-Mart had the "Franchise Collection" edition of the movies--the initial theatrical cut and the two direct-to-video sequels--I decided to pick them up and give them a look.
The first film features Liam Neeson as Peyton Westlake, a scientist whose face is disfigured in an explosion triggered by the finger-collecting gangster Robert Durant. Westlake survives, and is rescued by a hospital doing experimental surgery on homeless men. The nerves delivering messages of pain to his brain are severed, which keeps him from suffering, but has the unfortunate side-effect of causing feelings of alienation and super-human strength.
It's easy to see why Raimi was selected for Spider-Man. Indeed, several visual tricks will crop up in the later movies--such as a dissolve from Francis McDormand (who plays Westlake's lover)as she stands looking at her destroyed apartment to the graveyard on the day of Westlake's funeral, as well as animations of Darkman's brain chemistry when he goes into a rage.
It's also interesting that this movie ends--as Spider-Man does--with the hero making a fateful decision between personal happiness and the "greater good." Of course, with Darkman it's more a matter of choice between love and his demons.
In many ways, however, Darkman is more successful than the webslinger's exploits. Neeson is an excellent actor and is able to bring out the desperation in the character's situation, as well as the insane thirst for revenge, even under the layers of makeup required for the role. And in his own face, he is hollow-eyed and haunted, conveying desperation and horror at what he has become. The villain--played by Larry Drake--is acted with cool understatement (quite a feat for a man with a finger-fetish). The only weak link is Colin Friels as the man pulling the strings; he is almost too bland about his crookedness, admits it up front to the first person to confront him with it, as if there is nothing unusual about it. In the right hands, he could have been even more chilling than Durant; as it is, he strikes the wrong note consistently.
Darkman wears its influences on its sleeve. In addition to "The Shadow" and The Phantom of the Opera, there is a definite unreality to the gang of crooks--including one with a machine-gun in his artificial leg--that calls Dick Tracy to mind (I'm thinking of the old black and white B-pictures like Dick Tracy Meets Gruesome, though I get the feeling the comics are pretty close). Larry Drake even looks like a Dick Tracy villain.
In all, Darkman is an excellent entry for anyone's library of crimefighters, and is highly recommended. From what I've seen of the sequels, they don't nearly live up to the theatrical film, but I'll cover them in due time.
The first film features Liam Neeson as Peyton Westlake, a scientist whose face is disfigured in an explosion triggered by the finger-collecting gangster Robert Durant. Westlake survives, and is rescued by a hospital doing experimental surgery on homeless men. The nerves delivering messages of pain to his brain are severed, which keeps him from suffering, but has the unfortunate side-effect of causing feelings of alienation and super-human strength.
It's easy to see why Raimi was selected for Spider-Man. Indeed, several visual tricks will crop up in the later movies--such as a dissolve from Francis McDormand (who plays Westlake's lover)as she stands looking at her destroyed apartment to the graveyard on the day of Westlake's funeral, as well as animations of Darkman's brain chemistry when he goes into a rage.
It's also interesting that this movie ends--as Spider-Man does--with the hero making a fateful decision between personal happiness and the "greater good." Of course, with Darkman it's more a matter of choice between love and his demons.
In many ways, however, Darkman is more successful than the webslinger's exploits. Neeson is an excellent actor and is able to bring out the desperation in the character's situation, as well as the insane thirst for revenge, even under the layers of makeup required for the role. And in his own face, he is hollow-eyed and haunted, conveying desperation and horror at what he has become. The villain--played by Larry Drake--is acted with cool understatement (quite a feat for a man with a finger-fetish). The only weak link is Colin Friels as the man pulling the strings; he is almost too bland about his crookedness, admits it up front to the first person to confront him with it, as if there is nothing unusual about it. In the right hands, he could have been even more chilling than Durant; as it is, he strikes the wrong note consistently.
Darkman wears its influences on its sleeve. In addition to "The Shadow" and The Phantom of the Opera, there is a definite unreality to the gang of crooks--including one with a machine-gun in his artificial leg--that calls Dick Tracy to mind (I'm thinking of the old black and white B-pictures like Dick Tracy Meets Gruesome, though I get the feeling the comics are pretty close). Larry Drake even looks like a Dick Tracy villain.
In all, Darkman is an excellent entry for anyone's library of crimefighters, and is highly recommended. From what I've seen of the sequels, they don't nearly live up to the theatrical film, but I'll cover them in due time.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
The Hardy Boys in India
I grew up buying the Hardy Boys novels in packs of five at "Sam's Club" and inhaling them in short order. They were the bread and butter of my reading life until I discovered Agatha Christie at about the age of thirteen--after that, they fell into disfavor. But I still have a soft spot for the two teen sleuths and their chums, and it's nice to see they're still going strong:
Candy colours?!
At any rate, the comics will be updates of novelized adventures, with the boys being "tech savvy." Huh. When I was a child, a personal boat was tech-savvy enough for me, but there you go. Apparently this series is only being released in India--where they also seem to be issuing comic-books of Agatha Christie's novels.
Hmm. This is the second story I've linked to that has to do with India. I'm beginning to wonder if there is a sociological reason that "classical" detective fiction seems to be--at least, until recently--going so strong over there while it labors in obscurity in America.
For 80 years, The Hardy Boys has been an essential part of every detective-fiction lover’s childhood. Now the Hardy bros appear in graphic novels — in candy colours, toting mobile phones and guns. Nancy Drew too is keeping up with the times, in a similar series.
Candy colours?!
At any rate, the comics will be updates of novelized adventures, with the boys being "tech savvy." Huh. When I was a child, a personal boat was tech-savvy enough for me, but there you go. Apparently this series is only being released in India--where they also seem to be issuing comic-books of Agatha Christie's novels.
Hmm. This is the second story I've linked to that has to do with India. I'm beginning to wonder if there is a sociological reason that "classical" detective fiction seems to be--at least, until recently--going so strong over there while it labors in obscurity in America.
Friday, January 25, 2008
It's Official---Only Halfwit Authors Write Mysteries.
...or so the British legal system has decided:
More at the link. This kind of stuff maddens me; there is no reason why a well-written mystery novel should be considered inferior to a well-written "serious" novel. Indeed, one could argue that the pretensions of "serious" fiction are inferior-making properties in themselves. "Plot-driven fiction" is, at any rate, directed outward, to the reader--it invites the reader into a mutual experience. In that way, it's essentially democratic and egalitarian.
Furthermore, we should note--as this commentator does--that many authors of "serious" fiction are now using tropes from mystery novels. In fact, they're using tropes from all kinds of genre fiction. The classes are melting together--just a bit--and a decision like this only shows how out-of-touch many "highbrow" people are.
This week, Joan Brady - a talented American novelist living in Devon, who won the Whitbread prize in 1993 - received £115,000 in an out-of-court settlement from a cobbler close to her Totnes home. The novelist alleged that fumes from solvents used at the plant had caused her physical distress and mental distraction.
One example given of her problems [...]was that she had become so confused by the fumes that she was forced to abandon a serious novel, Cool Wind from the Future, and turn instead to mystery fiction, with Bleedout.
More at the link. This kind of stuff maddens me; there is no reason why a well-written mystery novel should be considered inferior to a well-written "serious" novel. Indeed, one could argue that the pretensions of "serious" fiction are inferior-making properties in themselves. "Plot-driven fiction" is, at any rate, directed outward, to the reader--it invites the reader into a mutual experience. In that way, it's essentially democratic and egalitarian.
Furthermore, we should note--as this commentator does--that many authors of "serious" fiction are now using tropes from mystery novels. In fact, they're using tropes from all kinds of genre fiction. The classes are melting together--just a bit--and a decision like this only shows how out-of-touch many "highbrow" people are.
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