At 10:35 on an early summer's morning, John Lanchester sat down at his study desk, switched on his new Dell computer, opened up the word processing programme that the computer had come with and began

fucking loving the last week of this thread btw

downloading hollow man to ye kindle this very day

I haven't read it myself, but I have a copy of Who Killed Roger Ackroyd by Pierre Banyard, which I think might be of interest here - I believe Banyard suggests an alternative murderer to the one Poirot accuses.

Hastings disappears from the Poirot novels fairly early on tho? Of course, all detectives have to have a less brilliant foil who allows for plot explanation and the demonstration of the detective's genius. I really like the Christie surrogate Ariadne Oliver, who turns up in a few of the later ones. like the pretty good Dead Man's Folly, another one involving a game of murder that of course turns into the real thing.

(sayers too maybe, tho she defensively opts more for a loving portrait of a man addicted to (wait for it) whimsy -- the fact she's sort of saying "oh no it's his deflection tactic not my deep strategy", viz this is descriptive realism on my part not deceptive formalism -- is possibly at the root of why some readers take against her?)

mark s, it was a previous defense of Sayers by you here, some time ago on some other thread, that actually made me pick up a copy of The Nine Tailors and start on it last year. I gave up on it halfway through, and I almost always finish books I've started. I'd always avoided Sayers before because of a prejudice against toff tecs, but in fact, Whimsey wasn't nearly as insufferable as I'd feared, it was the sheer tedium of the writing that did for me. The central mystery wasn't at all compelling, and the endless details about bell-ringing etc killed any kind of narrative momentum. It wasn't 'cosy' exactly, but it wasn't 'dangerous' either - there was none of Christie's nastiness or humour, or her incredible gift for swiftly moving through the gears of story building, all those short, sharp paragraphs that now define, more than almost anything else, the modern bestseller. It felt like Sayers would never dare to be so vulgar or crowd-pleasing.

But perhaps I just picked a dud one.

it's the one that turned edmund wilson off also!

i'd recommend murder must advertise, the unpleasantness at the bellona club and maybe clouds of witness well before nine tailors, which is v slow, yes (as is have his carcase tho it has a better, grislier, sadder story)

(i'm actually a bit allergic to harriet vane i'm afraid, tho i have friends who luuuuurve her: gaudy night -- lanchester's quite incorrect pitch for best sayers -- is interesting maybe as a bluestocking 20s feminist's mary-sue fantasy of the perfect intellectual love match, in other words as a study of a bunch of symptoms offset by their partial cause, the tribulations of the early days of all-women colleges at oxford, inc. a nearly-all women cast)

was this the thread you meant?
who CARES who killed roger ackroyd?

Yes!!

i am quite enthusiastic abt 9 tailors in that thread, partly bcz apparently i had only just read it? i think it has quite a non-cosy conclusion and the actual cause of death is a bit grisly -- also as i excitedly note it seems to have a callback to m.r.james's the treasure of abbott thomas (tho not in any very eludicidatory way) -- but it is long and the bell-ringing stuff becomes a hard slog yes

I dunno I liked that one a lot, it was the novel (a gift) that got me into DLS, as no one has called her ever. It's very atmospheric, it has a satisfying story arc, though it's all very pious and by no means her best whodunnit. Five Red Herrings is good on that front and also a great evocation of an artists' colony in the 20s.

Is it not your great Shakespeare who has said “You cannot see the trees for the wood”’

half-want to do the spadework tying the sign of the broken sword into macbeth's birnam wood here

"Precisely," I said. "Listen to this speech of the old man's. “On Tuesday last, a falcon towering in her pride of place was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and killed.‟ Who does that sound like?" "It sounds like the way the three witches talk," said my companion, reluctantly. "Precisely!" I said again. “Well,” said the American woman, "maybe you're right, but -" "I'm sure I am,” I said. "And do you know what I'm going to do now?" “No," she said. "What?" "Buy a copy of 'Hamlet,'" I said, "and solve that!" My companion's eye brightened. “Then," she said, you don't think Hamlet did it?" "I am," I said' “absolutely positive he didn't" "But who," she demanded, "do you suspect?" I looked at her cryptically.
"Everybody," I said, and disappeared into a small grove of trees as silently as I had come.

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"cold as charity - that's a good one"

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is that from the book? did he watch the GoT opening scene S1 and think i kno let’s do this but with someone who thinks with leaden-footed affectedly affectless repetitiveness?

what is that style? the englisher mode of the US workingmans style? in itself fine (forebears like Carver, and the better Hemingway but in its U.K. form used through a fear for being though at all soft in any musicality, grace notes or intelligence.

“you look for metaphors” lol i think it was JL who was looking for metaphors. you don’t really look for metaphors when you’re cold esp not dead to semi-comatose ones.

he struggles with that metaphorical sphere of his mind quite badly really. and in fact i have a problem with “like a permanent physical attribute of the location”. doesn’t need “like”. it sounds like it is a permanent physical attribute, which he somehow contrives to make sound like it isn’t or that might be doubtful. i think he gets confused because it’s sensation rather than “water displacing object”. “it isn’t like other cold. this is a cold that is all about the place, a permanent physical attribute of the location” much more clearly does what it needs to - converting something understood by the reader into something that communicates the imaginative space JL is trying to convey.

perhaps a bit nitpicky that.

we can all enjoy the mangled boardroom of “it hits you as a package” tho.

the “it’s cold on the wall” bookending in the first paragraph is making me quite angry. it’s something you might do in school. it’s something legitimate - one of pierre michon’s short stories has a first para that subtly starts its first and last sentences with “je tiens” and in between delivers a glorious paragraph, which the bookending emphasises. here it just reminds you you are already fatigued (and i know that’s probably the point but why is it the point).

fuck.

“mainly it’s about how to hold, clean, look after and fire your weapon. in that order”

lololol imagine doing it in reverse order.

fuck.

as we all know there are a *lot* of good books dealing with repetitive privation in bleak environments. it’s quite a challenge JL’s taking on.

as always he reads like he’s still in the stages of figuring out how something works. like he’s trying to work out what words to put on the page, to set the scene in his head. that metaphor bit for instance, but also the process of weapons training. he’s literally put the worst possible words on the page to convey it.

You know nothing, John Lanchester.

A good book dealing with repetitive privation in bleak environments that I reread recently:
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'Instagram seems to have a real darkness' - John Lanchester

Listen to the new LRB podcast 'The State of ... 'https://t.co/hOizGY6Ekn

— London Review of Books (@LRB) March 12, 2019

just so we know what we're missing…

has he tried adjusting his screen settings?

oh god. fortunately i’ve got a lot of other things to do so i can’t listen to this.

what have you got to do tonight man go for it.

i mean can i just

On Sunday morning at his flat, Usman opened up his laptop and took out his 3G mobile to do a bit of net-surfing.

and

Mill took his desktop PC out of sleep and navigated to the web page.

net-surfing <3

what have you got to do tonight man go for it.

rau! rau!

'Navigated to the web page'

rau!

Imagine the mileage to be got from describing all the noises and steps of using a dial-up modem

I only just saw Fizzles' critique of JL's new novel's first page.

Excellent.

I ended up listening to that The State Of podcast. I almost felt sorry for JL, maundering on about wine drinking podcasts - “they even have meet-ups” - and being patronising to Lockwood - “it’s a very nerdy podcast where they talk about soil types (LAUGHTER)... which sounds like a joke but it’s true” [everyone goes no shit john] while she effortlessly covers being Extremely Online.

Also lol so middle aged. “They even have videos of people eating really hot chillis, have you seen those?” The bit where he says but i suppose you have to be worried about the mob-like pack mentality. i feel bad because he’s clearly the wrong person for the job here - extremely offline - and i don’t want to dunk him too much. tho hearing lockwood use language like edgelords to an audible blankness made me laugh.

lol at when she says to that pack mentality bit “well i think the people who worry most about that tend to be older people”.

to ignore that for the moment lockwood also manages to say a lot more about the internet than lanchester even from the ponderous letters approach. he’s terrible on facebook. he’s vague about the business model. he says if only facebook charged $20 per user of facebook they wouldn’t need to do all the algorithmic stuff. omfg. “it’s probably our fault - we prefer having everything for free than pay for it”.

Lockwood is 36 so only really young by LRB standards.

Last night I remembered that JL wrote a big retrospective on Marx for the LRB and how it contained this argument, which I now see is the very beginning:

In trying to think what Marx would have made of the world today, we have to begin by stressing that he was not an empiricist. He didn’t think that you could gain access to the truth by gleaning bits of data from experience, ‘data points’ as scientists call them, and then assembling a picture of reality from the fragments you’ve accumulated. Since this is what most of us think we’re doing most of the time it marks a fundamental break between Marx and what we call common sense, a notion that was greatly disliked by Marx, who saw it as the way a particular political and class order turns its construction of reality into an apparently neutral set of ideas which are then taken as givens of the natural order. Empiricism, because it takes its evidence from the existing order of things, is inherently prone to accepting as realities things that are merely evidence of underlying biases and ideological pressures. Empiricism, for Marx, will always confirm the status quo. He would have particularly disliked the modern tendency to argue from ‘facts’, as if those facts were neutral chunks of reality, free of the watermarks of history and interpretation and ideological bias and of the circumstances of their own production.

I, on the other hand, am an empiricist. That’s not so much because I think Marx was wrong about the distorting effect of underlying ideological pressures; it’s because I don’t think it’s possible to have a vantage point free of those pressures, so you have a duty to do the best with what you can see, and especially not to shirk from looking at data which are uncomfortable and/or contradictory. But this is a profound difference between Marx and my way of talking about Marx, which he would have regarded as being philosophically and politically entirely invalid.

https://www.lrb.co.uk/v34/n07/john-lanchester/marx-at-193

I reflected (without looking up the above) that there was something dubious about this. Now that I read it again, it seems even worse than I remembered.

JL is virtually saying that Marx is uninterested in facts, data or accurate statements based on evidence. In faux-naif, passive-aggressive mode he says that he, JL, humbly does believe in these things. To which his audience is then supposed to think: Don't worry, John, so do we!

v busy today obv (second and i hope final day of big book send-out!) but i very much want to come back and dig into this at some point

I now feel surprised that I accepted this JL argument about Marx as possibly OK at the time. It now looks deeply tendentious, self-serving and misleading, and not even very intelligent or cogent on its own terms.

There is a gross amount of ego in that "I, on the other hand..."

I, on the other hand, refuse to believe that John Empirical Lanchester would fall prey to ego

Chuck OT<atu>M.

lol i am again very busy and still want -- and need -- to come back and dig into this at some point

I actually enjoyed Lanchester's Simenon article in the latest LRB but there are a couple of good moments that made me think of this thread (not for the prose so much as the weird intrusion of oops, tripped over a kerb! Lanchester).

1) Weather used, powerfully - who knew?

The second bunch of Maigret novels have a more relaxed and expansive feel than the first cluster. At times the landscape itself is sunnier. (This is a powerful technique in fiction, more so than readers consciously notice. Christopher Sykes once asked his good friend Evelyn Waugh how it was that one of his earlier novels, apparently light and humorous, had an undertow of melancholy. Waugh said he had done it by keeping the weather in the book grey and rainy.)

2) Uh, really?

The reader whose idea of the novel is formed by the English canon may at some stage start to read books in the French tradition. At that point, it may suddenly seem that everything one has previously read has essentially been children’s literature. Dickens, Thackeray, Trollope, even Austen and Eliot, are all wonderful writers, but their work is founded in wish fulfilment, happy endings and love conquering all.

jfc

that doesn't preclude you enjoying the article, of course, but what a maroon

Innit though. So weird and clumsy.

makes me doubt he's ever read Eliot for one thing

The French adored George Eliot's novels.

Yes - these statements are very bad.

The whole point of the end of MIDDLEMARCH is that it is downbeat, gradualist, meliorist but modest. The last word is 'tombs'.

Someone should tell him about Thomas Hardy some time.

Also I don't know why this should surprise anyone but it's nice to have confirmation in print that Lanchester has no sense of irony.

DC completely correct - Hardy is now seen as central to the English canon and 100% contradicts JL's statement.

I suspect you could even go further and find an argument that lots of French literature is more fantastical or wishful than English - say Dumas, Hugo, Jules Verne, though they're certainly not wholly representative. But the more you look at it the more of a fool JL looks, which is the main thing.

like...I was reading the plot synopsis of Silas Marner while teaching a comprehension on a passage from it yesterday. man suffers for that happy ending

i only just started reading this piece this morning (and already lol-hiccuped at chinaski's first quote)

a few days back a US musicwriter (never an ilxor i don't think tho i have met them IRL) (they seemed nice!) announced with anticipatory pleasure that they were setting this piece aside to read "like slipping into a warm bath" which very nearly caused me to jump into a tweetbeef before i remembered "let ppl like things" sometimes has a kindness to it -- is good reading ever a warm bath? no. BUT relaxing warm baths are likely needful in These Trying Times™ and who knows what griefs and stresses this writer is currently dealing with -- so no beef for them this week

on the other hand (in anticipation of beef to come) lol wtf

Warm beef bath

thought about doing a "best wish fulfilment ending" with Wuthering Heights and Middlemarch and Bleak House and Tess and etc etc but really why dignify Lanchester?