FFB: TENDER IS LEVINE-Andrew Bergman (reviewed by Randy Johnson)

 

FFB: Tender Is LeVine – Andrew Bergman

(from the archives: RANDY JOHNSON, 2015)

I’ve posted about the first two Jack LeVine novels HERE and HERE previously, so i thought I might as well get to the third and last in the series.

It’s 1950 and Jack LeVine has had his office given a good upgrading. It’s a response to the funk he’s been in since his father died in 1948. After more than a year of virtually doing nothing, sulking in his apartment while listening to ball games, news reports, and classical music programs on the radio with little enthusiasm, the private detective decides to get back to work.

His first client is a German violinist, a Jew, who visits LeVine with an outrageous claim: his maestro, the famous Toscanini of the NBC Symphony Orchestra has been replaced by an impostor. The man’s memory is slipping, his conducting style has changed, and his eyesight is suddenly better than it used to be. The violinist, and others in the orchestra, suspect the conductor has been replaced by a double.

A crazy idea on the surface, but Jack takes the job.. After all, the upgrades on his office have yet to be paid for.

It’s not long before organized crime steps into the picture, the pair that turn Jack and his client away from seeing the Maestro, are way too obvious. His client gets murdered, a trip to Cuba gets an invite from hood Meyer Lansky, a boat ride back to the States, and Vegas calls, as well as a chase across country with the Maestro.

A satisfying mystery. Would that Jack LeVine had appeared in more novels.

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Short Story Wednesday

 TracyK

George Kelley 

Kevin Tipple 

Jerry House

Eyes Dilated for a bit.

Will return on Friday. 

Monday, Monday

 Beautiful Mother's Day weather but lots of ups and downs with temps this week. I have gone from heat to air to heat more than once. I saw AISHA with my movie club. It's an Irish movie about an immigrant from Nigeria who cannot impress the bureaucrats that her life in Nigeria is in danger. A good movie but so depressing. A few light-hearted scenes would have given the shadows some light to land on. Also went to see the Brentano Quartet play music from Beethoven and Schubert. I doubt there was anyone under 65 in the house. Who will support the arts when we're gone.

Watching NO OFFENSE on BRITBOX. Sadly I managed to order it in two places and am stuck with paying twice for the first month. Still watching NORTHERN EXPOSURE but I might be at the end. Or at least it says one more episode. Loving HACKS. 

Had a nice brunch with my son and his family.  I will probably get to spend a little time with Megan in June. Some friends invited me in for a long weekend. We are getting tkts for MERRILY WE ROLL ALONG, STEREOPHONIC, and ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE. Hopefully I will get there again in the Fall and get to see some other friends on that trip (like Jeff and Jackie). This is a quickie and really last minute. Three plays in three days seems like a lot, but I will top it off by watching the TONY'S.

Happy Mother's Day

FFB-RIPLEY UNDERGROUND, Patricia Highsmith (reviewed by Nick Jones)

 

The Great Tom Ripley Reread, 2: Ripley Under Ground by Patricia Highsmith (from the archives by Nick Jones)

Ripley Under Ground is set five or six years after The Talented Mr. Ripley, although in reality fifteen years had passed between the two books, which means that either Under Ground is set in the then-past or Talented was set in the then-future (I'm guessing the latter is more likely, as at one point in Under Ground a policeman finds a buried coin dated 1965 and the inference is it's been there some time). Either way, Tom is now thirty-one, and has secured for himself the kind of comfortable, idle existence he worked – and killed – so hard for in Talented. He lives with his wife of three years, Heloise, in a large house, Belle Ombre, in rural France, spending his time pottering about in the garden, reading, painting, and occasionally acting as a middle man for a fence friend of his, Reeves Minot (and oh, what an attractive way of life it is – at least, to me). Heloise has a stipend from her father, and Tom has Dickie Greenleaf's inheritance, but Tom also derives an income from an art forging ring in England, and it's the unravelling of this that forms the basis of the plot.

In making art, painting and forgery the focus of the book, Highsmith is picking up on themes she established in The Talented Mr. Ripley. Dickie painted, as did Tom – except of course Tom only painted as Dickie, having assumed Dickie's identity. Right at the end of Talented, however, Tom discovers a genuine interest in painting, determining not so much to paint himself (although by the time of Under Ground he has, as I say, taken it up, and as a painter believes himself to be, amusingly, "worse than Dickie"), but "to collect paintings that he liked, and to help young painters with talent who needed money". In a perverse sort of way, this is what he does prior to Under Ground. As is established at the start of the novel, when Derwatt, a painter in whom Tom became interested, died a few years back, Tom suggested to Derwatt's friends that another painter, a friend and admirer of Derwatt's named Bernard Tufts, forge further Derwatt paintings, and helped concoct a story that Derwatt was in fact still alive and living in Mexico. Tom has two Derwatts hanging on his walls at Belle Ombre, one real, one fake, and it's telling that he prefers the Tufts fake to the genuine Derwatt.

But there are other strands from Talented that Highsmith immediately picks up in Under Ground. Tom's association with the shady Reeves Minot speaks to Tom's fascination for the criminal, and he's soon called upon to impersonate Derwatt himself, donning make-up and a fake beard for a press conference in London, echoing the moment in Talented when he briefly tries out eyebrow pencil and putty on his nose to impersonate Dickie. Tom's skewed perspective is highlighted when he takes delight in the obscene but witty graffiti scrawled on the London Underground, and when he observes that "Some people didn't know how to run a business" upon learning that the gallery which sells Bernard's Derwatt fakes hasn't accounted for how the paintings might have arrived from Mexico – as if faking records and ledgers were a typical business practice.

Highsmith professed herself very pleased with Ripley Under Ground when she finished writing the novel, and it's easy to see why. There's an unhinged, giddy, almost farcical quality to the book – a grotesque hall of mirrors, with Bernard's forging of and Tom's impersonating of Derwatt reflecting Tom's impersonation of Dickie and forging of his will in Talented. (Derwatt, Dickie... is it a coincidence that their names both begin with "D"...?) Moreover, Dickie's cousin, Chris, is staying with Tom when Bernard comes to stay at Belle Ombre also, Chris's expressions often reminding Tom of Dickie. On top of that, after six years Tom has just killed again, this time an art collector, Murchison, who had come to suspect Derwatt was being forged. Tom buries Murchison's body in the woods out back of his house before enlisting Bernard's aid in moving it and dumping it in a river instead; with all this going on, it's little wonder that Tom comes close to cracking up.

Of course, Highsmith is performing the same trick she did in Talented: getting the reader to empathize and even sympathize with Tom. Her aim with Talented, as quoted from her diaries in Andrew Wilson's biography of Highsmith, Beautiful Shadow, was to show "the unequivocal triumph of evil over good, and [rejoice] in it". She added: "I shall make my readers rejoice in it, too." That said, in Under Ground – unlike, arguably, in Talented – Highsmith leaves the reader in no doubt as to Tom's true nature: after Bernard, whom Tom greatly admires (although perhaps more as a forger than a painter), tries to kill him (the first of two attempts, the second of which will see Tom buried alive – hence the novel's title), Bernard tells him, "I detest you – because all this is entirely your fault. I should never have agreed to it – true. But you're the origin." After which Tom reflects: "Tom knew. He was a mystic origin, a font of evil."

The realisation that Tom full well understands who and what he is is perhaps more disturbing than the revelation that he's evil incarnate. It's a stark illustration of Tom's lack of conscience: even with that knowledge, he's perfectly able to continue operating and to live his life; to appreciate art; to be fond of ("love" would be putting it too strongly) his wife; to take pleasure in learning and in his garden and his house. But that self-awareness and self-acceptance extends to his perception of others, too – and here is an ability that serves both him and Highsmith well. His "otherness" grants him insight into how people – adversaries and potential allies – think; allows him to foresee what they might be planning. In a sense, this is Highsmith making things slightly easier for herself: by endowing Tom with an acute intuitiveness, she can have him make startling leaps of logic and consequently move the plot along.

Tom's intuitiveness, his knack for feeling his way through hazardous situations, helps him to evade capture in both Talented and Under Ground, but just as important are his single-minded ruthlessness – which reaches its apotheosis at Under Ground's climax with the monstrous desecration of another corpse – and his aptitude for obfuscation, misdirection and impersonation. He weaves an intricate web of lies in Under Ground – admittedly strengthened with a little luck (the literal luck of the devil) – and will do much the same in the next book in the series. And as rewarding a novel as Ripley Under Ground is – and it actually rose in my estimations this time around – the third Ripley outing, Ripley's Game, is, I think, even better...

Short Story Wednesday: "Mirrors" by Carol Shields

 I like Carol Shields novels more than her stories but anything by her is first -rate. The short stories can sometimes feel overstuffed. STONE DIARIES and HAPPENSTANCE are terrific novels especially. Or perhaps writing styles are more spare now. I'm not sure. 

I have only read a few so far. My favorite is "Mirrors." A couple has decided not to have any mirrors at their summer cottage. They don't even have saucepans with bottoms that might reflect them. For those three months, he shaves without aid, she does her hair without help too. It's a relief for her to not bother with her looks for those three months. Does the lack of mirrors give them both a break from narcissism, a break from societal demands? Or does it create an interim with new concerns?

George Kelley

Jerry House 

Kevin Tipple