Friday, September 21, 2012
Well, not exactly noir, but a novel in which things turn very dark indeed. In fact, it's more a what-could-have-happened novel; sort of a hippie version of Philip Roth's The Plot Against America. A speculative fiction writer with a number of novels under his belt, Bisson writes with considerable fluidity, not quite a minimalist, but he has clearly honed his writing down to its essentials. His subject here is much the same as Peter Coyote's in Sleeping Where I Fall. In other words, it's a memoir of the 1960s, but this one moves from Kentucky to Weatherman apartments in New York to hippie communes in New Mexico. So far, so familiar. But, gradually, one notices various discrepancies between what we know happened during that described, and how Bisson has recorded it. At first, it's small things, like a slight difference in the chronology of events, which, at first, you think might be a mistake or editorial oversight. Then you realize you've entered Bisson's world. Martin Luther King hasn't been assassinated. Nor has Robert Kennedy. At least not at the moment recorded in the world outside Bisson's novel. More than that I'm reluctant to say. Other than, with the help of the Weather underground and conflicting forces, things rapidly unravel, the country is torn apart, and the novel's protagonist, would-be poet Clay, moves from New York to a commune in New Mexico. From which point things deteriorate even further. What's interesting about the novel is how history can be so easily altered. What, for instance, what would have happened had RFK lived, or, for that matter, had Gore rather than Bush become president in 2000. Or, in the UK, if Tony Benn, back in the 1980s, had defeated Dennis Healy as Deputy Leader of the Labour Party in the run up to the miners' strike. It's all speculation, and Bisson takes it to its furthest possible conclusion. And he does so with a considerable amount of style. It's his ability to do so that makes Any Day Now more interesting than Coyote's memoir, and, for me, puts it up there with some of the speculative fiction by Michael Chabon or Jonathan Lethem. It's the first novel I've read by Bisson, but I doubt very much if it will be the last.
Friday, September 07, 2012
What is Noir?
Is more than darkness. Is
corruption of the heart, behind
closed doors, boardroom or
street. Is fucked whether
you do, don’t, sing, moan, sniff or
shoot. Is a ticket to all we have, never
enough. Is greed, lust, fatal kiss,
the banker inside you screaming for
mercy. Is a dream of autonomy, femme
fatality, breathing, “hey, baby, take
it,” a corpse, a handful of dust and
who cares, if the only punishment