third such week I've dedicated to him – I've shown you a 1968 UK first edition of Thomas's second novel, The Seersucker Whipsaw, and a 1969 UK first edition of his fourth novel, The Singapore Wink (a post which now sports an intriguing comment from the British Library; I'll try and find out what that's all about as soon as I can). Today it's time for something a little more substantial, namely a review of the writer's fifth novel, 1970's The Fools in Town Are on Our Side.
I mentioned at the end of this post last week that The Fools in Town Are on Our Side is perhaps Thomas's most ambitious book – the key word there being "perhaps". I've not read every Ross Thomas novel – just six out of the twenty-five he wrote (I'm including his five pseudonymous Oliver Bleeck books there) – so I can't make any claims on being a Thomas aficionado (unlike Book Glutton). It's entirely possible some of his other novels have a greater scope than The Fools in Town, but one thing the novel does appear to be is Thomas's biggest book. My Hodder & Stoughton first edition clocks in at 383 pages – which is, in fact, exactly the same page count as the other lengthy Thomas book I own, Chinaman's Chance, except Fools is taller and so fits more words on each page.
The essential thrust of the plot is straightforward enough. Lucifer Dye, disgraced former agent of US espionage outfit Section Two, is hired by genius twenty-something troubleshooter Victor Orcutt to corrupt the Texan city of Swankerton. Working alongside Lucifer are two other recruits, both from the same Midwestern town: former prostitute Carol Thackerty, with whom Dye becomes involved, and ex-chief of police Homer Necessary (who develops across the course of the story from implacable enforcer to something approaching a friend). With Orcutt directing from his Swankerton hotel suite, Lucifer weedles his way into the confidence of the unofficial mob-backed head of Swankerton, Ramsey Lynch (a.k.a. Montgomery Vicker, the brother of the man who Dye got fired from Section Two), and soon has both parties in the struggle for control of Swankerton wondering which side he's really on.
Two events in particular shape Lucifer. The first is the death of his father, who is killed in a bomb blast in Shanghai on August 14, 1937, the second day of the Japanese attack on the city. Lucifer's low key narration during this sequence paints a horrifically plausible picture of death and destruction, reminiscent of the explosion in the Place Garnier in Graham Greene's The Quiet American:
I found myself lying there in the street, still clutching my father's left hand. There was the hand and the wrist and part of the forearm. And that was all. I couldn't find any more of him as I wandered among the dead, trying not to step into pools of blood or on pieces of flesh. Everybody seemed dead. I walked around, still holding my father's hand so that the end of his forearm dragged in the dirt and blood. It was quiet. Almost the only sound I could hear was my own voice, speaking Mandarin, asking a man without a head, "Have you seen the rest of my father?"
The second event takes place when Lucifer is a young man. Once again he has been semi-adopted by a father figure – a recurring theme, and one I'll return to in a moment – this time by Army Colonel Elmore Gay, who has elected to guide Dye from the forces into Section Two, and whose daughter, Beverly, Lucifer marries. Beverly and Lucifer live together in a small house on the edge of the campus where Lucifer is studying prior to joining Section Two, and it's there that Beverly, now pregnant, is raped and murdered in front of a helpless Lucifer's eyes.
Beverly's death is shocking, and it understandably severs any last lingering empathic link Lucifer might have had with his fellow man. A mother who died bringing him into the world, a father killed whilst holding his hand, a wife slaughtered in the most horrendous manner; raised in a Shanghai whorehouse, confined to an internment prison cell, with a succession of well-meaning but flawed father and mother figures – whorehouse madam Tante Katerine; Smalldane; Colonel Gay; Lucifer's direct boss at Section Two, Carmingler; even, in a strange way, Orcutt: it's little wonder that Dye is emotionally stunted. It's Carmingler who puts it best, identifying the malaise that afflicts Lucifer by telling him: "you don't really believe in the importance of anything, not even yourself. If your wife had lived, you might have changed a little, but she didn't and you didn't."
And this, in the final analysis, is what the book is: a character study of a man completely lost, not so much amoral as utterly uncoupled from the human race. Lucifer believes himself to be bereft of feeling, something that his various guardians do their best to address, but which ultimately can only be undone by he himself. The machinations of the story prior to this understanding may be contorted and comedic in places, in true Ross Thomas fashion, and the expected snappy dialogue and innate sarcasm may be present and correct. (I rather liked one scene where Lucifer and a heavy, waiting for another heavy to return, stand around watching a bee. The heavy imparts that "bumblebees ain't built right for flying". Narrates Lucifer: "We pondered the mystery of it all until Shorty came back.") But there's a darker, more reflective motif underlying the convoluted plot, one which lends The Fools in Town Are on Our Side an unexpected profundity.
Anyway, that's my take on the book; Olman reached a slightly different conclusion in his review last year, so go read that for another perspective. One last thing before we move on though, something I can't recall ever having experienced before whilst reading a novel: one of the characters in Fools bears the same name as me. This Nick Jones only enters the story in the latter stages, but it was quite jarring to be reading about a character identically christened to me; I kept looking for similarities between us, even though he's a Jamaican gangster and I'm, well, not. And we certainly don't share the same nickname... (You'll just have to read the book yourself to discover what that is; I'm not sure I could get away with repeating it here.)
Next up, something a bit lighter: a first edition cover gallery, comprising the nine Ross Thomas novels published by Hodder & Stoughton in the UK...
I think your assessment of The Fools in Town Are on Our Side is right on the money.ReplyDelete
I had to re-read the end of the book to figure out what your nickname was (as I first read this well before I knew your name). Probably a wise move not to repeat it. If they can take the 219 uses of that word out of Mark Twain's The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, then maybe one day there will be a new edition of Fools with a safe, new nickname for you.
PS: Of all the RT covers you've posted, The Singapore Wink is the best. Makes me want to track down a copy, then frame and hang the dust jacket on the wall.
PPS: What a great compliment it is that the British Library is interested in your work. Sure, I'm a big fan and think you're great and all, but to catch the eye of the BL is amazing. Well done!
That Singapore Wink cover is amazing.ReplyDelete
I don't disagree with your reading. I guess that for me the character study was buried amidst all the other stuff that was going on, especially having to do with the town, so that I only read it as a secondary element, rather than the spine holding the whole thing together. I may have been mislead by the cover blurb as well and looking for a more narrow focus.
Furthermore, as much as I like the manly hero, I felt that the main character was just a bit too derivative, too much of a man of his period, that sort of rapey, 70s world where a man had to have some woman sacrificed in order for him to be able to go around being all disconnected and brooding and thus getting laid at will.
Thanks for the congrats, BG; I sincerely doubt it would've happened without you and Olman egging me on, so ta for all your encouragement!ReplyDelete