tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10547040202112621152024-03-20T03:18:14.101-07:00dubious eggdubious egghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12378059489525938704noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054704020211262115.post-22865551595793438592013-08-22T09:58:00.000-07:002013-08-22T09:58:21.604-07:00Two truths, a lie, and a cat, because why not1. A short story I wrote was somewhat recently published in my alma mater's magazine Colloquium, located <a href="http://lucian.uchicago.edu/blogs/colloquium/2013/06/05/trancework/">here.</a><br />
2. I've been hypnotized myself, with somewhat less dramatic results. <br />
3. I think I'm getting the hang of blogging on the regular. <br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"></span>Tom Ripley’s sense of humor, in many ways, seems as amorphous as his other chameleon-like aspects.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom, from his first appearance, has a keen appreciation of material aesthetics, a flair for improvisation and a frequently uncanny--although evidently not infallible--knack of reading people, but is he funny?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is Tom a successful comedian?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What does he find humorous, and what does this convey about his ambiguous character?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The film adaptations of the Ripley novels, in their own ways, each define Ripley’s sense of humor in ways which embody and accentuate the overall tone each film strikes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Through the use of both diagetic humor (such as through dialogue) and extradiagetic humor (such as through ironic cuts or meta-references), the distinct sense of the humorous in each film serves to define the Ripley character in that particular narrative.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Beginning with </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0054189/">Plein Soleil</a></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">, Alain Delon’s Ripley displays an almost whimsical sense of humor in his rapport with Phillipe Greenleaf, a rapport which oscillates from mutual prankishness to viciousness and back literally up until the pivotal moment of the murder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The next cinematic adaptation, Wim Wenders’s </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0075675/?ref_=sr_1">The American Friend</a></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">, presents a Ripley who is increasingly unstable, whose fits of sadistic humor appear to be coupled with equal alienation and angst.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like his pointedly alienating self-image as “the cowboy of <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Hamburg</st1:place></st1:state>” and his plastic-wrapped furniture, this Ripley seems perpetually teetering on the edge: of rationality and insanity, of maniacal amusement and deep despair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> For all his violence, this Ripley is vulnerable in a way that presages the Minghella Ripley, and much of the film’s dark humor circulates around him, rather than from him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In contrast, the Tom Ripley of Anthony Minghella’s 1999<em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0134119/?ref_=sr_1"> </a></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0134119/?ref_=sr_1">The Talented Mr. Ripley</a></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> clearly lacks the vicious streaks in his humor that permeate both the figure in the novel and the two earlier cinematic embodiments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Matt Damon’s Tom, instead, is figured primarily through his vulnerability, and the sense of the exquisite ridiculous in the film exists primarily in Tom’s eventual victims. Finally, the older Ripley played by John Malkovich in 2002’s </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0265651/?ref_=sr_2">Ripley’s Game</a></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> has a deeply unsettling deadpan wit to his observations, arguably a solidification of the impulses felt by the younger Tom of the novel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This Tom, perhaps more than any previous film interpretation or even the literary text, lays bare Tom’s coolly amoral worldview in clear, quippy language. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Patricia Highsmith’s own dark sense of humor--the instinct that led her to pen short story collections with titles like </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>The Animal-Lover’s Book of Beastly Murder</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> and<em> </em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>Little Tales of Misogyny</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">--punctuates or haunts the Ripley books, both in Tom’s own idiosyncratic sense of humor and in his occasional--but not insignificant--miscalculations of the humor of others.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In describing a piece of ephemera from one of Highsmith’s journals, a list of “Little Crimes for Little Tots,” enumerating a selection of slyly potentially lethal actions within the capacity of a small child, Highsmith biographer Joan Schenker muses on Highsmith’s sometimes unreadable humor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Written in the flat, dragging, uninflected style of her middle years, it leaves no particular sense that she meant it as a joke, but she must have. . .mustn’t she? The </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';">real</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> beast in Highsmith’s writing has always been the double-headed dragon of ambiguity. And the dragon often appears with its second head tucked under its foreclaw, and its cue cards--the ones that should be flashing at us to help us with our responses--concealed somewhere beneath its scales. Is Pat serious?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or is she something else?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She is serious and she is </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';">also</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> something else (4).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Serious and </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';">also </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">something else” seems an equally apt descriptor for Tom Ripley.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the beginning of the novel </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>The Talented Mr. Ripley</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">, Tom’s sense of humor appears like other parts of his personality: uncertain and in flux.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This becomes obvious in his pose as IRS agent George McAlpin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the “sordid” apartment he shares with an acquaintance, Tom has been amusing himself by extorting money from people using stationery he pilfered during a short stint as a stockroom clerk at the Internal Revenue office.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He gets a distinct thrill when he receives a check, even though he cannot cash them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“So it amounted to no more than a practical joke, really.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Good clean sport. He wasn’t stealing money from anyone” (12).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This early incident, conceived and carried before Tom encounters Dickie and eventually comes to see himself as alone and betrayed, exemplifies Tom’s strange sense of amusement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It also serves as a sort of preview to the central narrative of<em> </em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>Ripley’s Game</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">, the act which Tom deems “nothing more than a practical joke” (8).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is, fundamentally, an activity in which Ripley’s pleasure comes not from any kind of material advantage he stands to gain, but simply from his own cleverness and the discomfort he causes his victims. Further, this is not a scam which clearly plays off of Tom’s class aspirations or anxieties. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His targets are carefully selected, based on Tom’s calculations about what kinds of people would earn enough money to have plausibly made an income tax error, but not enough to hire an accountant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is not a game of Robin Hood stealing from the rich; Tom targets musicians, photographers, and comic-book artists, people who are arguably, like him, on the cultural fringes of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York City</st1:place></st1:city>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In this initial incident, then, we begin to see some of the troubled or inconsistent aspects of Tom’s personality, filtered through his sense of humor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is not, as some critics would suggest, eminently practical; he is, indeed, capable of a certain kind of sadistic pleasure entirely divorced from the necessity of maintaining his own status and identity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Indeed, in </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>Ripley’s Game</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">, his need to avenge a particularly minor and petty insult leads him to engineer a situation in which he not only entraps his prey, but endangers himself as well, drawing both Mafia and police attention to his sanctuary of Belle Ombre.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Significantly, in both the film versions, the weight of the insult is made greater; in Wenders’s </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>The American Friend</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">, Jonathan’s insult suggests an awareness of the Derwatt forgeries, and hence, a more overt threat; in the 2002 film, the insult is clearly based on distaste for Ripley, while in the book, Jonathan’s remark pointedly ambiguous.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yet even in the earliest stages of the idea, Tom’s instant pleasure and gratification is striking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Tom was amused by his thoughts, and eased himself away from Heloise, so that if he shook with repressed laughter for an instant, he wouldn’t awaken her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suppose Trevanny was vulnerable, and carried out Reeves’ plan like a soldier, like a dream?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Was it worth a try?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, because Tom had nothing to lose” (8).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The similarity to the IRS scheme--financially profitless, a satisfaction entirely private--is striking in this ostensibly more mature and secure Tom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is also noteworthy how, by giving Ripley this idea while he lies in bed with his wife, Highsmith reiterates the ambiguous sexuality of the first book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom’s pleasure in his scheme literally outweighs the pleasures--sexual or financial--represented by his alliance by Heloise, and he moves away in order to revel in his own private scheming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It is also perhaps significant that Tom deems his four years in <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state> to have been a failure and a waste, in part because of his unsuccessful attempts at an acting career.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thus, while so much of the novel’s trajectory depends on Tom’s ability to entertain, joke, and improvise, these developments are prefigured by his inability to transform these skills into a living on his own power.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“He had wanted to be an actor, though at twenty he had not the faintest idea of the difficulties, the necessary training, or even the necessary talent. He had thought he had the necessary talent and that all he would have to do was show a producer a few of his original one-man skits--Mrs. Roosevelt writing ‘My Day’ after a visit to a clinic for unmarried mothers for instance--but his first three rebuffs had killed all his courage and his hope” (38).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This little anecdote is suggestive in several ways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First, it suggests a vulnerability or limitation to Tom’s skills, which can seem almost preternaturally developed as the Ripley novels progress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The specific example of his skit is also striking, both in the way it zeroes in on Ripley’s own ambiguous and amorphous sexual identity, but also in his misplaced confidence in its success.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Tom performs a seemingly similar skit for Dickie, who finds it hilarious, and Marge, who finds it baffling.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Schenkar collects a number of anecdotes in her biography which suggest a similarly idiosyncratic sense of humor on Highsmith’s part. “Friends and acquaintances have to search their vocabularies to find terms extreme enough to describe the sound of Pat’s laughter: it was a “hoot,” a “chortle,” a “guffaw,” “thigh-slapping,” “a scream,” “loud and uncontrolled,” “reckless”--and, as in the novels of Dostoyesky (and as in Pat’s own fiction), it often came in situations in which other people would have recoiled in horror or collapsed in tears” (401).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thus, it seems significant to any attempt to analyze Tom Ripley’s sense of humor, particularly as it relates to his other notorious tendencies--his amorality, his ambiguous sexual identity, his ultimate invincibility--to bear in mind his own missteps as a comedian, and consider what these incidents reveal about his much-lauded, and frequently evident, skills at improvisation and mimicry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Another crucial moment for analyzing Tom’s sense of humor, and how it affects or mirrors his other traits, is the pivotal scene in which Tom dresses in Dickie’s clothes and playacts a scene of Dickie arguing with Marge and defending his relationship with Tom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This event becomes crucial to the breakdown of the relationship between Tom and Dickie, and sharply prefigures the latter’s death and absorption or appropriation by Ripley.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thus, it is played out in extended detail in both film treatments of the novel, each text taking a distinctive tone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">As <st1:place w:st="on">Shannon</st1:place> points out, the ambiguity relating to sexuality in the book is arguably more subversive than the absolute binaries pushed upon in Minghella’s film (and mostly submerged in Clément’s).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom has the capacity to cope with and even embrace, a certain kind of witty ambiguity about sexuality (his own and other people’s, as evidenced in his resolutely platonic rapport with Cleo), but he cannot face such a conversation stripped bare of the protections of his own comedic performance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Significantly, Tom links the humiliation of this moment to a previous one, in which his comedic, performing self and his sexual identity were simultaneously condemned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">And he remembered, too, the humiliating moment when Vic Simmons had said, </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';">Oh, for Christ sake, Tommie, shut up! </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>when he said to a group of people, for perhaps the third or fourth time in Vic’s presence, ‘I can’t make up my mind whether I like men or women, so I’m thinking of giving them </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';">both </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">up.‘ Tom used to pretend he was going to an analyst, because everybody else was going to an analyst, and he had used to spin wildly funny stories about his sessions with his analyst</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">to amuse people at parties, and the line about giving up men and women both had always been good for a laugh, the way he delivered it, until Vic had told him for Christ sake to shut up, and after that Tom had never said it again and never mentioned his analyst again, either. As a matter of fact, there was a lot of truth in it, Tom thought. As people went, he was one of the most innocent and clean-minded he had ever known. That was the irony of this situation with Dickie (81).</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This revealing anecdote suggests, first and foremost, that Tom is willing to play off his ambiguous sexual identity--but only when it is firmly under his control.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is difficult to tell, and perhaps impossible for Tom to distinguish, whether the source of the humiliation comes from Vic calling attention to the contents of the quip, or to Tom’s perceived gaucheness in repeating the remark so many times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it is striking how completely Tom is influenced by this seemingly minor insult--again, another hint that even more socially and financially secure Ripley of the latter novels will retain a hair-trigger sensitivity to personal insults, no matter how insignficiant they might be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thus, it seems particularly damning in the Minghella film that when Tom confesses his feelings, Dickie repeatedly spits out the insult “Boring.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Boring!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is the combined attack on Tom, the consummate performer/entertainer and the “queer” Tom (explicitly so in the Minghella) that triggers the fatal assault.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Despite the closeness to which Highsmith’s narrative voice clings to Tom’s perspective (thus, making few obvious distinctions between Tom’s sense of humor and her own) she also makes a clearly extradiagetic joke in the first novel when Herbert Greenleaf recommends to Tom that he read </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ambassadors">The Ambassadors</a></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">, by Henry James, in which an American protagonist, like Tom, is sent to Europe to retrieve a prodigal son.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The joke continues when Tom, attempting to follow Mr. Greenleaf’s advice, searches for the book while making the trans-Atlantic voyage, only to find that there is no copy available in the first-class library, and that as a first-class passenger, he is not permitted to check out books from the cabin-class library.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom returns the book “docilely,” although not without musing on how easy it would be to steal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here we see a glimpse of Highsmith’s own “serious[ness] and something else” filtering through the text.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Critic Bob Wake (colorfully) argues that this seemingly throwaway line in fact permeates the entire novel, creating a more overtly dark comedy mirror version of the cited text.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">The complex point-of-view techniques employed in<em> </em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>The Talented Mr. Ripley</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> are a literary style pioneered by Henry James, to whom Highsmith pays overt homage by modeling her novel on James’s 1903 masterpiece, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0192836471/culturevulturene"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic'; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">The Ambassadors</span></a>. Perhaps the boldest postmodern joke in Highsmith’s novel is Mr. Greenleaf recommending that Tom read James’s book, a copy of which Tom later contemplates stealing. Both novels are filtered through the sensibility of a "central intelligence," an American protagonist who has an "awakening" when he visits <st1:place w:st="on">Europe</st1:place> on a mission to retrieve the prodigal son of a wealthy businessman. Highsmith doesn’t just "steal" the outline of James’s plot, she turns James upside down, shakes the pennies from his pockets, and gives him a wedgie for good measure.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=1054704020211262115#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><sup><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><sup><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3'; mso-fareast-language: #0400;">[1]</span></sup></span></sup></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">The joke is not only on her own reinterpretation of the James text--a rather Ripley-esque move of transmuting the serious literary pedigree of James into the trappings of the suspense genre--but that having made her reference obvious, she creates an extended joke about its absence in the text.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The inevitable implication is that Herbert Greenleaf’s recommendation of the novel is another manifestation of the kinds of hypocrisy and shallowness Tom is so particularly attuned for; should Herbert truly want Tom to read this particular book, or is his grasp of the superficial similarities an eerie foreshadowing of the way Tom will superficially replace his son?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This dark humor from Highsmith is only reinforced in Tom’s attempts--and failures--to acquire the book, thwarted by the class-segregated shipboard libraries.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The always liminally situated Tom--neither truly first-class nor cabin-class--must create his own “awakening” without literary antecedent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In Anthony Minghella’s treatment of </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>The Talented Mr. Ripley</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">, much of Ripley’s capacity for detached amusement appears to have been displaced onto Dickie, and to a lesser extent, on Freddie Miles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whereas Dickie in the book appears to be bored and slightly annoyed by Ripley’s appearance on the beach, Dickie immediately sees hilarity in his own failure to recognize his supposed classmate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I don’t remember him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s so funny!” he says to Marge immediately after first meeting Tom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Strikingly, in the novel, the comedic performance which initially charms Dickie eventually shifts from a calculated performance to an almost out-of-body experience.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom confides Herbert Greenleaf’s role in sending him to <st1:place w:st="on">Europe</st1:place> in hopes of establishing a prankish, playful rapport with Dickie, lest his adventure end before it has begun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“It was his one last chance to amuse Dickie or to repel him, to make Dickie burst out laughing or go out and slam the door in disgust. But the smile was coming, the long corners of his mouth going up, the way Tom remembered Dickie’s smile” (56).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At Dickie’s urging, he repeats the story for Marge, increasingly conscious of himself as a performer, and indeed, a subservient one, a jester entirely dependent on the reception of his antics.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“His tongue rattled on almost independently of his brain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His brain was estimating how high his stock was shooting up with Dickie and Marge. He could see it in their faces” (58).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here, Tom’s comic skills literally become a commodity, an aspect which perhaps illuminates his somewhat uneasy relationship to his sense of humor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom, as he has just described to Dickie while in his self-conscious, performing mode, views his talents of impersonation and forgery as more or less a skill-set.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is in his private, acerbic observations and unwitnessed pranks that he takes genuine pleasure and satisfaction; his public performances of comedy more obviously means to an end.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Although neither </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>Plein Soleil</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> nor </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>The Talented Mr. Ripley</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> embrace Tom’s persistent disgust and disdain for Marge, both films do suggest she is an outsider to the particularities, and peculiarities, of the amusements of Tom and Dickie/Phillipe’s rapport. However, in both movies, Marge’s resistance to the humor Tom elicits from Dickie--whether mildly mocking or overtly cruel--is presented as a virtue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To the extent that Tom and Dickie/Phillipe are dark mirrors of each other, Marge’s exclusion from their type of humor further underlines how that humor pushes against conventional ethics or norms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>Plein Soleil</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">, Marge’s character is literally introduced via pages of notes for her book--apparently a serious work about Fra Angelico, in contrast to the dilettante-ish effort of Marge in Highsmith’s novel--and the plaintive, minor-key ballad she plays on the guitar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before she even appears on screen, she is set as a sombering presence in sharp contrast to the rakish highjinks of Phillipe and Tom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the same time, Phillipe clearly shifts gears and indicates his preference for Marge in violently pushing Tom away, the incident which immediately precedes the film’s version of the pivotal dress scene.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here, Phillipe is more bewildered than disgusted, but it suggests a clear break in the Tom and Phillipe alliance of gameplay, which is established at great length in the film’s opening scenes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The film begins with Tom and Phillipe’s rapport well-established, with Tom forging Phillipe’s signature while Phillipe looks on, laughing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In these first scenes, their relationship establishes an almost manic humor, beginning with Tom’s merry suggestion that if Phillipe buys Marge a book on Fra Angelico, “She can just copy it!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This proceeds to their impulsive acquisition of a blind man’s cane, at which point Phillipe orders Tom to “Make [him] laugh,” by pretending to be blind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soon enough, Phillipe takes over the game, which becomes so hysterical that even the woman they pick up under false pretenses wants her chance to play at blindness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The two adult men come off as adolescents playing hooky (with both Marge and Mr. Greenleaf in the roles of the authority they share pleasure in thwarting).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In both </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>Plein Soleil</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> and the Minghella </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>The Talented Mr. Ripley</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">, the breakdown of the rapport between Tom and Dickie/Phillipe can be seen in Greenleaf’s increasing tendency to turn his humor against Tom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Marge tells Phillipe that he treats Tom terribly, he replies “I just want to see how far he’ll go,” a comment highly reminiscent of Ripley’s “game”-playing tendencies with other people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Similarly, Phillipe’s defense that “All [Tom] thinks about is money,” is a comparable echo of Tom’s ability to classify and compartmentalize people in order to protect his own interests.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Marge, however, will not accept this, despite her clear discomfort with Tom’s continued presence (at least in part, the film suggests, because she--quite plausibly--believes that he elicits and encourages Phillipe’s worst qualities and behaviors.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“It was only a joke, but it went too far,” she tells Phillipe, referring to Tom having been set adrift in the dinghy. Interestingly, the music picks up a jazzy undertone here,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>creating an almost slapstick ambiance to the conversation which follows, in which Tom literally plays cards while discussing his hypothetical plan to kill Phillipe and take his money, followed shortly by Phillipe’s destruction of Marge’s work, another impulsively cruel prank which surpasses Phillipe’s intentions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In this film, the veneer of play between the two men lasts literally until Tom stabs Phillipe; over cards, the two continue to banter--although with clearer discomfort on Phillipe’s part--about whether or not Tom could successfully accomplish his goals of murder and identity theft.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom even playfully scolds Phillipe when the latter threatens to throw his typewriter overboard so as to impede Tom’s ability to forge letters. </span><span style="font-family: Times;">“That wouldn’t be nice,” Tom says, wagging his finger, and again both men laugh, immediately before Tom draws his knife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The dramatic pulse of the music suggests an internal shock, but clearly, this is an utterly calculated moment, and arguably a far more suggestively psychopathic scene than the murder depicted in the Minghella film.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ultimately, in this scene, Delon’s Ripley is far more obviously, even literally, the game-playing Ripley who emerges in the later novels and films, even as <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Plein Soleil</i> ends with Ripley’s imminent arrest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Liliana Cavani’s </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>Ripley’s Game</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> sets its darkly humorous tone early on, with Ripley’s interest in and affection for </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';">trompe l’oeil </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">art work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ripley’s sense of humor, like so much of his personality, is reinforced by these visual themes of misdirection.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Throughout much of the film, the comic aspects are generated by Malkovich’s mannered, deadpan inflections--the uncomfortably funny aspects are, as even Trevanny sees, from the constant conflict between appearance and reality that Ripley commands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is underlined early in the film when Ripley brushes off questions from his wife about his theoretical capacity to carry out a hit, while meticulously mending a shirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These kinds of ironic juxtapositions constantly swirl around Ripley in the film, occasionally making him seem literally inhuman, a demonic or Puckish character taking cool notice of the world and finding it generally wanting. “I’m a creation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m a gifted improviser.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I lack your conscience, and when I was young that troubled me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It no longer does,” he tells Trevanny.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t worry about being caught, because I don’t believe anyone is watching.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Roger Ebert suggested in his review of the film that Malkovich’s Ripley, appropriately and aptly, lacks humor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Malkovich is skilled at depicting the private amusement of sordid characters, but there is no amusement in his Ripley, nor should there be; Ripley has a psychopath's detachment from ordinary human values.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=1054704020211262115#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2;" title=""><sup><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><sup><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3'; mso-fareast-language: #0400;">[2]</span></sup></span></sup></a>”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But arguably, both Ripley-the-character here and the film </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';">Ripley’s Game</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> celebrate a kind of bloodless satisfaction in the absurdities and ironies of the world, all the better if those absurdities can be manipulated by Ripley himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thus, when Nathan Lee of </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';">The New York Sun</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> describes the second murder as a “gruesomely funny set piece<a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=1054704020211262115#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3;" title=""><sup><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><sup><span style="color: black; 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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It is striking that Tom laughs as he reflects on the murder of Freddie Miles in the novel </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';">The Talented Mr. Ripley</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> and the successful murder of the Mafioso on the train in </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';">Ripley’s Game</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, the younger Tom’s laughter is tinged with a greater degree of discomfort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">. . .thinking how stupid, sad, clumsy, dangerous and unnecessary his death had been, and how brutally unfair to Freddie. Of course, one could loathe Freddie, too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A stupid, selfish bastard who had sneered at one of his best friends--Dickie certainly was one of his best friends--just because he suspected him of sexual deviation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom laughed at that phrase ‘sexual deviation.’ Where was the sex? Where was the deviation? He looked at Freddie and said low and bitterly: “Freddie Miles, you’re a victim of your own dirty mind” (147).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">This passage, in which Tom zeroes in on a quirk of language which amuses him, even in his frustration at having been “forced,” in his opinion, to commit a second murder, is suggestive of Tom’s sense of humor evolving as his actions become more distinctly criminal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With his murder of Dickie, his impulses are immediately practical and self-preserving, but with subsequent murders, he increasingly develops a detached amusement, quietly thrilling in his ability to reframe the narrative.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His reflections in </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';">Ripley’s Game</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> indicate a clear extension of this kind of thought, where the people murdered are far more clearly, in Tom’s moral lexicon, “victims” of their own dirty behavior.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“The Mafiosi made Tom feel almost virtuous in comparison. At this thought, Tom laughed out loud, a laugh which rang out in the tiny metal-and-tile room in which he stood . . . Yes, there were people more dishonest, more corrupt, decidedly more ruthless than himself, and these were the Mafiosi. . .” (121).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again, Tom’s amusement is centered on himself and rooted in his recognition of his place in the world, superior not only to Mafiosi but to career criminals like Reeves Minot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is this perspective, evolving in </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>The Talented Mr. Ripley</em> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and clearly firmly established in </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>Ripley’s Game</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">, that finally attaches Tom Ripley’s offbeat sense of humor--and the unsettling but distinctly amusement his exploits inspire--to his role as the consummate victor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The mature Tom is no longer as dependent on his abilities of improvisation and mimicry to attain the social and financial status he so craves, so as he relaxes into his status as wealthy, married, (almost) respectable aesthete, his fine eye is turned not only to his beloved fine possessions, but to the absurdities of the world that has given them to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wes D. Gehrig, in his analysis of dark comedy, suggests that “a central theme of film noir is quite at home in dark comedy--exposing the botched American success story. That is, both genres suggest that the American dream cannot be obtained by earnest and honest efforts. Those figures who do find themselves in positions of authority and societal esteem did not get there fairly” (135).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thus, Tom, the </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';">homme fatale</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">, the aspirational expatriate, the occasionally murderous lover of fine art and antique harpsichords, himself becomes both a diagetic appreciator of his own darkly comic success story, but an embodiment of his creator’s refusal to believe in any kind of tidy, cosmic justice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As Malkovich’s Ripley states, “I don’t worry about being caught, because I don’t believe anyone is watching.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This assessment, simultaneously pragmatic and existentially bleak, makes Tom both the teller and the subject of a long, wry joke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ripley’s maturity is not signified in a reduction of his ambiguities, but in a gleeful, laughing celebration thereof.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When no one is watching, Tom can indeed deem himself virtuous, but he can never forget how very funny that is.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Ebert, Roger. “Ripley’s Game (2002).” </span><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';">Chicago</span></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"> Sun-Time</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">s, 9 April 2006. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Highsmith, Patricia.<em> </em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>Ripley’s Game</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">. 1974. <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state>: Random House, 1993.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">---. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>The Talented Mr. Ripley</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">. 1955. <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state>: Random House, 1992.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Lee, Nathan. “The Game Even Ripley Couldn’t Win.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rev. of <em>Ripley’s Game</em>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>The New<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>York Times</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">, 4 April 2004. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>Plein Soleil</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dir. Rene Clément. Perf. Alain Delon, Maurice Ronet, Marie LaForet. Titanus, 1960.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';">Ripley’s Game</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">. Dir. Liliana Cavani. Perf. John Malkovich, Dougray Scott, Ray Winstone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Fine Line Features, 2002.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Schenkar, Joan. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>The Talented Miss Highsmith</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">. <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state>: Picador, 2009.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Italic';"><em>The Talented Mr. Ripley</em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">. Dir. Anthony Minghella.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perf. Matt Damon, Jude Law, Gywneth <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Paltrow, Phillip Seymour Hoffman. Miramax, 1999.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Fair Warning: This review contains spoilers for <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Magicians</i> and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Magician King</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The third installment, as well as a movie and (sigh) a possible television show are likely to appear in 2014.<br />
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Lev Grossman’s novel <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Magicians</i> was published in 2009 to much fanfare, followed<o:p></o:p></div>
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by the sequel <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Magician King</i>, which hit shelves this August. <em>The Magicians</em> traced thejourney, if not quite the coming of age, of Quentin Coldwater, a bright, bookish<o:p></o:p></div>
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examination before being offered admission to Brakebills, a secret college of magic.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hogwarts<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">,</i>”<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> A Game of Thrones</i> author George R. R. Martin proclaimed, “was never like this.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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disaffected, clever, bored young men aren’t exactly a scare commodity in fiction (or real<o:p></o:p></div>
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life.) “Something about his parents’ house was unbearable to him now. After his little<o:p></o:p></div>
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curved tower-top room, how could he go back to his dingy old bedroom in <st1:place w:st="on">Brooklyn</st1:place><o:p></o:p></div>
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parents. Both their attention and their neglect were equally intolerable. His world had<o:p></o:p></div>
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become complicated and interesting and magical. Theirs was mundane and domestic.<o:p></o:p></div>
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English or engineering rather than magical theory. Instead, Grossman seems to expect<o:p></o:p></div>
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illuminate or to isolate. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Magicians</i> is a profoundly isolating book. Professor Fogg<o:p></o:p></div>
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students, “A magician is strong because he feels pain. He feels the difference between<o:p></o:p></div>
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what the world is and what he would make of it. Or what did you think that stuff in<o:p></o:p></div>
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your chest was? A magician is strong because he hurts more than others. His wound is<o:p></o:p></div>
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his strength.” As a world-building theme, this comes off as not so much as darkness as<o:p></o:p></div>
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in awhile, that their pain is more meaningful than everyone else’s? Isn’t part of<o:p></o:p></div>
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growing up learning that it isn’t the case? The magic of Brakebills seems to offer a<o:p></o:p></div>
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perpetual adolescent self-centeredness, without much hope or need to move past that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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literature that was heretofore unknown (it wasn’t); rather, it was the grim ordinariness of it all. Magicians, in Grossman’s work, have vast amounts of power, but they don’t do much with it. For the most part, they loaf around <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state> with no real ambitions or dreams, rather like Evelyn Waugh’s Bright Young Things or Bret Easton Ellis’s vapid, sociopathic yuppies, until they stumble upon a way to travel to Fillory, where, for the first time in 300 pages, the stakes become serious. The villain of the piece is revealed to<o:p></o:p></div>
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be far more like Quentin than he ever could have imagined--immature, cravent, avoidant, and alientated-- but it is Alice, Quentin’s girlfriend, who pays the ultimate price. Quentin returns to the real world--conveniently placed by Professor Fogg in a cushy consulting job--and does a face-heel-turn on magic<o:p></o:p></div>
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that demonstrates not wisdom, but the continuing lack of it. “To be honest, Quentin felt<o:p></o:p></div>
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that stuff.” At least for another five pages, before he decides to go back.<o:p></o:p></div>
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quest, which unexpectedly drops him back into the real world. Readers familiar<o:p></o:p></div>
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with Joseph Campbell might perk up here; per <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Campbell</st1:place></st1:city>, an essential part of the hero’s<o:p></o:p></div>
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journey is that travels in the realm of the fantastic are coupled with a return home,<o:p></o:p></div>
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where the hero’s newfound wisdom or power become boons to his own society. Not for<o:p></o:p></div>
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Quentin, though. He remains profoundly uninterested in anything or anyone outside<o:p></o:p></div>
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himself until the very end of the novel, and his brief expulsion from Fillory seems to be<o:p></o:p></div>
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called <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Magician Queen</i>? Marketers--the same ones who urged J.K. Rowling to<o:p></o:p></div>
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and despair. Furthermore, it is through Julia that Grossman actually does begin to grapple with a few elements of fantasy narratives that are often breezed over. Magic--at least, the<o:p></o:p></div>
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acceptable, Brakebills brand of magic--is capricious and alienating, and Julia exists in an<o:p></o:p></div>
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unusual Purgatory, aware of the secret world of magic but banned from entry for no<o:p></o:p></div>
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apparent reason. After Julia fails her exam and is returned to <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state>, supposedly<o:p></o:p></div>
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nefarious agents of a secret school for wizards in upstate <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state>,” was not a league-leadingly plausible answer to her question. But it was the answer that fit her memories,<o:p></o:p></div>
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notice her. “She had tried to walk away from the disaster, to run away from it, she<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nor will the author.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Julia’s backroads search for magic eventually leads her and her motley crew of associates to invoke a god, and when the deity appears, she is violently raped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To Grossman’s credit, the rape itself is conveyed seriously and without the subtext of titillation so often found in “gritty” fantasies, but it’s a cliché of the genre nonetheless.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Furthermore, Grossman uses the rape primarily not as a narrative device for Julia, but for Quentin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is, disturbingly, the rape that gives Julia her non-human source of magic power, and Quentin, in what is apparently meant as chivalry, blames himself for not having properly taught Julia magic in the first place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Julia’s journey is thoughtfully depicted, so much so that Grossman’s final deus ex<o:p></o:p></div>
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machina climax is grossly disappointing and retrograde. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so<o:p></o:p></div>
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troubling if it were not so similar to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Alice</st1:place></st1:city>’s fate in the first book (sexual and emotional betrayal by Quentin followed by a self-immolating death), but it’s hard not to look<o:p></o:p></div>
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devastating price has, in both books, been paid by the two strongest female characters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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characters as means to enlighten the self-absorbed male lead. Is it any wonder some of us prefer princesses to endless scenes of supposedly gritty sexual assault? (Remarkably, high fantasy authors rarely devote such “realism” to the less eroticized medieval states of illiteracy or dental hygiene.) It’s one thing to assume that Grossman has been quietly poking fun at his own lackluster hero, but the totally unironic use of such a tired excuse for “adult” fantasy makes Quentin’s ultimate fate pale in comparison<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">. The Magician King</i> is clearly the bridge book in a trilogy, but it’s a long time to wait for this Lost Boy to get a clue.</div>
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Too often, true crime books are merely lascivious, wallowing in each grisly detail<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">. Death </i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">in the City of Light</i>, David Kingʼs riveting account of French serial killer Dr. Marcel Petiot, transcends this in a powerful account of evil writ small and large. As he tracks Petiot through a seven month investigation and often farcical trial, King lingers less on the macabre details and more on a portrait of a city dogged by terror and mired in corruption, ultimately depicting Petiot as a “self-appointed executioner for Hitler,<o:p></o:p></div>
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This is Kingʼs first stab at true crime, and he rises admirably to the challenge. The Petiot case is full of stranger-than-fiction elements that could easily succumb to cheap melodrama, but King steers the reader through the investigation with precise, spare language. He was given access to the entire Petiot dossier, classified since 1946, and he uses the new detail to great advantage, especially the vivid accounts of several of the participants, including Commissaire Georges-Victor Massu, the real life inspiration for <a href="http://www.trussel.com/f_maig.htm">Georges Simenonʼs Inspector Maigret</a>.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The book opens with a legitimately gruesome description of the “murder house” in the fashionable 16th-arrondissement. Neighbors reported a foul smoke pouring forth from the chimney, and when police entered, they found piles of bones, rotting body parts, and a bizarre thick-walled, triangular room festooned with bizarre hooks, chains, and a concealed peephole. The propertyʼs owner, Dr. Petiot, had a history of crimes (both proven and alleged) and mental instability that would make a modern day profiler (or even a casual viewer of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Criminal Minds</i>) blanch. Yet he was also charming enough to win a mayoral election at age thirty, and to spend his trial joking and signing autographs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Petiotʼs first victims may have been patients who could have implicated the doctor in drug-related investigations, but his murderous métier evolved into a false “escape” service for Jews and others desperate to flee the city. Police eventually found 49 suitcases at an accomplice’s house, filled with almost 2000 personal items collected from his victims. The story is full of almost unbelievable (but irresistibly Gallic) details: the murdererʼs penchant for art auctions, flashily-dressed gangsters, a red-haired<o:p></o:p></div>
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femme fatale, and a pivotal moment in court resting on the fabric used by a certain haberdasher.<o:p></o:p></div>
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the chaos ran wild. In short, it was the perfect environment for a psychopathic killer to<o:p></o:p></div>
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work undetected. From the very beginning, inspectors were cautious, unsure whether<o:p></o:p></div>
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claim), or simple a sadist and opportunist. Throughout the trial, Petiot continued to take<o:p></o:p></div>
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post-Liberation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Paris</st1:place></st1:city> was full of people of people who claimed to have served in the Resistance, and the frustration and rage people felt towards the state police helped Petiot position himself as a dapper and bold assassin for the cause.</div>
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King ably describes the trial, an affair that would have made a cable news network swoon with delight: the piles of mysterious luggage brought into the courtroom, weighing more than one ton; the accused leaving the prisoner’s box to sign autographs, an attorney and acknowledged Resistance fighter nearly coming to blows with Petiot during a cross-examination.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Likewise, the dogged work by military security Lieutenants Jacques Yonnet and Albert Brouard to untangle and discredit Petiot’s claims of Resistance work is described with meticulous detail, like a sort of historian’s CSI.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When the lieutenants issue their scathing denunciation of Petiot’s claims, it is both triumphant and a relief. <o:p></o:p></div>
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stakes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By the bookʼs end, Petiot’s story is repulsive but almost feels inevitable. As Jack the Ripper is iconic of the seamy underside of proper Victorian England, Petiotʼs shadowy and opportunistic sadism feels like an intrinsic part of the City of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Lightʼs</st1:place></st1:city> darkest days.</div>
dubious egghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12378059489525938704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054704020211262115.post-14825164509904038542013-05-25T15:00:00.000-07:002013-06-04T11:53:59.134-07:00Oh, look, a blogI know, I know. There's such a shortage of blogs, especially from snarky, glasses-wearing cat owners who are trying to be Real Writers.<br />
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But here I am! In this space, I hope to write seriously about the none-essential, and vice versa. I like to argue out loud with television, overanalyze children's books, reminisce about books I read no one ever seems to have heard of, and mention regularly that <em>Slings and Arrows</em> is the greatest thing since sliced bread. Possibly greater, since I can actually slice my own bread. I am dangerously amused by meta-jokes, am rapidly running out of bookshelf space, and will keep watching tv shows long after they've jumped not only the shark but the entire sea park. <br />
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I also occasionally write snarky, lolcat-filled commentaries about Ann M. Martin and the Baby-Sitters Club series. Because I can, and I didn't read all those Chapter 2s for nothing. (If that didn't make sense to you, neither will the jokes.) Those can be found <a href="http://bsc-snark.livejournal.com/?poster=alula_auburn">here</a>.dubious egghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12378059489525938704noreply@blogger.com0