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If you’re not tired of novelists trying to write novels about novelists trying to write anything, then here is an amusing...

Benedict (Safe Conduct, 1993, etc.) returns with a pseudo-mystery about a ghostwriter chasing a ghost—and her guilt—through a story that is successful in spite of itself.

Sophy left Will three months ago, and Will died three weeks ago. A novelist who makes extra dough ghosting for contemptible celebrities, Sophy has, since the separation, re-established her life in New York, when she gets the news of Will’s demise (possibly a suicide, because of you-know-who). Sophy feels called to Swansea, a Martha’s Vineyard–style island where she has some history, and, once there, she wades through the clutter, both literal and emotional, that trails sudden death. Will’s CIA background, a celebrity friend’s sex scandal, and a missing girl provide a flavor of mystery that makes for some weird fun. Sophy isn’t entirely likable as a narrator—she has a penchant for not-so-funny one-liners—and as she wanders about looking for answers that won’t come, it’s a pleasure to watch her unravel some. In fact, it’s the people on the fringes who seem the most real here: a set of Vietnamese adoptees, a bartender who recognizes Sophy from AA meetings, Ben, the neighbor who discovered Will’s body, and Will himself (who’s more interesting than Sophy, even though he’s dead). Benedict’s pop-culture references threaten to give her prose the shelf life of a Ding Dong, while the many references to texts seem intended to remind us that, despite the ghostwriting, Sophy really does have a significant library. Still, Sophy’s journey brings her to a touching bit of earned sentiment: her mysteries are more rhetoric than romance, and she is ultimately ordinary.

If you’re not tired of novelists trying to write novels about novelists trying to write anything, then here is an amusing ride through a mystery whose solution is that it isn’t a mystery at all, but life as lived.

Pub Date: Aug. 29, 2001

ISBN: 0-618-14332-7

Page Count: 288

Publisher: Houghton Mifflin

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 2001

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THE SECRET HISTORY

The Brat Pack meets The Bacchae in this precious, way-too-long, and utterly unsuspenseful town-and-gown murder tale. A bunch of ever-so-mandarin college kids in a small Vermont school are the eager epigones of an aloof classics professor, and in their exclusivity and snobbishness and eagerness to please their teacher, they are moved to try to enact Dionysian frenzies in the woods. During the only one that actually comes off, a local farmer happens upon them—and they kill him. But the death isn't ruled a murder—and might never have been if one of the gang—a cadging sybarite named Bunny Corcoran—hadn't shown signs of cracking under the secret's weight. And so he too is dispatched. The narrator, a blank-slate Californian named Richard Pepen chronicles the coverup. But if you're thinking remorse-drama, conscience masque, or even semi-trashy who'll-break-first? page-turner, forget it: This is a straight gee-whiz, first-to-have-ever-noticed college novel—"Hampden College, as a body, was always strangely prone to hysteria. Whether from isolation, malice, or simple boredom, people there were far more credulous and excitable than educated people are generally thought to be, and this hermetic, overheated atmosphere made it a thriving black petri dish of melodrama and distortion." First-novelist Tartt goes muzzy when she has to describe human confrontations (the murder, or sex, or even the ping-ponging of fear), and is much more comfortable in transcribing aimless dorm-room paranoia or the TV shows that the malefactors anesthetize themselves with as fate ticks down. By telegraphing the murders, Tartt wants us to be continually horrified at these kids—while inviting us to semi-enjoy their manneristic fetishes and refined tastes. This ersatz-Fitzgerald mix of moralizing and mirror-looking (Jay McInerney shook and poured the shaker first) is very 80's—and in Tartt's strenuous version already seems dated, formulaic. Les Nerds du Mal—and about as deep (if not nearly as involving) as a TV movie.

Pub Date: Sept. 16, 1992

ISBN: 1400031702

Page Count: 592

Publisher: Knopf

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 1992

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THINGS FALL APART

This book sings with the terrible silence of dead civilizations in which once there was valor.

Written with quiet dignity that builds to a climax of tragic force, this book about the dissolution of an African tribe, its traditions, and values, represents a welcome departure from the familiar "Me, white brother" genre.

Written by a Nigerian African trained in missionary schools, this novel tells quietly the story of a brave man, Okonkwo, whose life has absolute validity in terms of his culture, and who exercises his prerogative as a warrior, father, and husband with unflinching single mindedness. But into the complex Nigerian village filters the teachings of strangers, teachings so alien to the tribe, that resistance is impossible. One must distinguish a force to be able to oppose it, and to most, the talk of Christian salvation is no more than the babbling of incoherent children. Still, with his guns and persistence, the white man, amoeba-like, gradually absorbs the native culture and in despair, Okonkwo, unable to withstand the corrosion of what he, alone, understands to be the life force of his people, hangs himself. In the formlessness of the dying culture, it is the missionary who takes note of the event, reminding himself to give Okonkwo's gesture a line or two in his work, The Pacification of the Primitive Tribes of the Lower Niger.

This book sings with the terrible silence of dead civilizations in which once there was valor.

Pub Date: Jan. 23, 1958

ISBN: 0385474547

Page Count: 207

Publisher: McDowell, Obolensky

Review Posted Online: April 23, 2013

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 1958

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