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THE DIVINERS

Name: THE DIVINERS
Author: Rick Moody
ISBN: 0-316-08539-1

by Rick Moody ‧ RELEASE DATE: Sept. 12, 2005

A novel that might well have been more fun to write than it is to read.

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A serious-minded novelist offers a sprawling satire of show business, with results that fall short of divine.

For his first novel in eight years, Moody (Purple America, 1997) has written what might charitably be described as an epic Tom Wolfe parody, or a New York spin on the Hollywood of Bruce Wagner’s novels. Having squandered some critical capital with an uneven collection of short fiction (Demonology, 2000)and a literarily indulgent memoir (The Black Veil, 2002), Moody returns with an ambitious audacity, taking his fiction beyond the drug-addled, angst-ridden grandchildren of Cheever Country that his readers have come to expect. The novel concerns the buzz building around a project titled “The Diviners,” a multi-national, multi-generational miniseries about the age-old practice of searching for water by dowsing. Yet “The Diviners” upon which the plot pivots is itself a cultural mirage, generated from a script that does not exist, based on a novel that does not exist. Its development from nothing into (perhaps) something finds Moody detailing the inner workings of a New York production company known for indie films, as it schemes to break into the more lucrative television mainstream. As the novel attempts a sweeping and scathing indictment of contemporary culture, the narrative envelopes eco-terrorism, embezzlement, mental illness, religious hypocrisy, a variety of sexual peccadilloes, the hanging chads of a contested presidential election, the domination of multi-media conglomerates, the packaging of a Britney-styled pop tart and, at the thematic center, the insidiously addictive properties of Krispy Kremes. The novel develops few of its many characters beyond caricature, and most of its chapters are comic set pieces that minimally push the plot along. It all adds up (or doesn’t) to a bloated book about cultural bloat, an empty look at cultural emptiness.

A novel that might well have been more fun to write than it is to read.

Pub Date: Sept. 12, 2005

ISBN: 0-316-08539-1

Page Count: 512

Publisher: Little, Brown

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2005

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LITERARY FICTION

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CONCLAVE

by Robert Harris ‧ RELEASE DATE: Nov. 22, 2016

An illuminating read for anyone interested in the inner workings of the Catholic Church; for prelate-fiction superfans, it...

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Harris, creator of grand, symphonic thrillers from Fatherland (1992) to An Officer and a Spy (2014), scores with a chamber piece of a novel set in the Vatican in the days after a fictional pope dies.

Fictional, yes, but the nameless pontiff has a lot in common with our own Francis: he’s famously humble, shunning the lavish Apostolic Palace for a small apartment, and he is committed to leading a church that engages with the world and its problems. In the aftermath of his sudden death, rumors circulate about the pope’s intention to fire certain cardinals. At the center of the action is Cardinal Lomeli, Dean of the College of Cardinals, whose job it is to manage the conclave that will elect a new pope. He believes it is also his duty to uncover what the pope knew before he died because some of the cardinals in question are in the running to succeed him. “In the running” is an apt phrase because, as described by Harris, the papal conclave is the ultimate political backroom—albeit a room, the Sistine Chapel, covered with Michelangelo frescoes. Vying for the papal crown are an African cardinal whom many want to see as the first black pope, a press-savvy Canadian, an Italian arch-conservative (think Cardinal Scalia), and an Italian liberal who wants to continue the late pope’s campaign to modernize the church. The novel glories in the ancient rituals that constitute the election process while still grounding that process in the real world: the Sistine Chapel is fitted with jamming devices to thwart electronic eavesdropping, and the pressure to act quickly is increased because “rumours that the pope is dead are already trending on social media.”

An illuminating read for anyone interested in the inner workings of the Catholic Church; for prelate-fiction superfans, it is pure temptation.

Pub Date: Nov. 22, 2016

ISBN: 978-0-451-49344-6

Page Count: 304

Publisher: Knopf

Review Posted Online: Sept. 6, 2016

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 15, 2016

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GENERAL THRILLER & SUSPENSE | LITERARY FICTION | RELIGIOUS FICTION | SUSPENSE | SUSPENSE

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by Robert Harris

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by Robert Harris

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by Robert Harris

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THE SECRET HISTORY

by Donna Tartt ‧ RELEASE DATE: Sept. 16, 1992

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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.