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And then: “The overarching joy and lasting appeal of noir is that it makes doom fun.”
Making doom fun – that’s a good way of putting it. Noir, French for “black”, was thoroughly incorporated into American popular culture in the 1940s – through a series of pulp novels and “film noirs” – until it came to stand for the dark and unknowable places in the human heart, and the character types are familiar even to readers who don’t know the genre well: the femme fatale who spins a fatal web around her victim; the morally weak patsy who helps her get rid of her husband for the insurance money; the hard-boiled detective with demons of his own. Needless to say, there are few happy endings in this world.
It isn’t easy to do a comprehensive review of an anthology that contains 35 stories, most of which are very good, so here are some short notes:
– I used to think of noir as relevant mainly to literature and films produced between the 1930s and 1950s, and indeed this book includes some solid, representative work from that period: I particularly liked Steve Fisher’s “You’ll Always Remember Me”
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For example, Thomas H Cook’s intense “What She Offered” begins with a very familiar scenario – a weary, self-consciously cynical male narrator being approached by a mysterious woman in a bar (“What she offered at that first glimpse was just the old B-movie stereotype of the dangerous woman”). But from here, the story heads in a completely unexpected direction – it turns out that what this woman really has to offer the narrator is the emasculating knowledge that “her darkness is real; mine is just a pose”. I thought there was also a sly little observation about self-important writers and their knowing readers, and the story's beginning reminded me a little of Woody Allen's "The Whore of Mensa".
– Some of the recent stories are more sexually explicit and daring than stories written in the 1930s could be. Take Andrew Klavan’s “Her Lord and Master”, a disturbing take on the power equation in gender relationships, with a female protagonist who preys on men by stoking their appetite for violent sex games. The classic theme of the femme fatale using her wiles on a gullible sucker is given a very different spin here, and I doubt that the old masters like Mickey Spillane, Mackinlay Kantor and Cornell Woolrich (all of whom also feature in this collection) could have published something like this, even though much of their work was often controversial and politically incorrect in its own time.
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– And some personal favourites that I haven’t mentioned above: David Morrell’s “The Dripping”, Brendan Dubois’s melancholy “A Ticket Out”, Chris Adrian’s “Stab”, and especially William Gay’s very dark and poetic “The Paperhanger”, about the strange disappearance of a little girl while her mother was just a few feet away. Also, Ellroy's own "Since I don't Have You", set in the 1940s and prominently featuring real-life figures Howard Hughes and Mickey Cohen.
The Best American Noir of the Century is a reminder that though the themes and narrative arcs of noir might appear to be limited in scope, their treatment isn’t. Reading these stories you never get a sense of repetition: in nearly every case, the characters’ actions and choices lead to the inevitable cul de sac, but it turns out that there are different ways to get there - as well as many forking, unexplored paths that might just have led them to a sunnier place.
P.S. The Windmill Books edition I have is missing four of the stories that were in the original publication, including one by Joyce Carol Oates. Pity.
I must get this soon. Noir is without doubt my favourite genre in films.
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The problem, of course, with reading such anthologies is that you have very few avenues, if at all, of finding these films to watch. I brought home an excellently written (and more importantly delightfully written) anthology of Satyajit Ray's cinema (by what's his name - Aparna Sen's father) and halfway through the book I felt the handicap of not having watched more than 3 of his movies! When Ray's movies are hard to find, where will I find these American movies?
ReplyDeleteOh I am sorry for the comment! I read only the first paragraph and misundertood this book to be about a collection of essays on American film noir! Therefore the rant...
ReplyDeleteBut of course, the problem does remain the same.
Nimit: I'm confused; which movies are you talking about? This post is about an anthology of noir short fiction (including specific mentions of recent stories that have never been made into films). I hope the post didn't give the wrong impression!
ReplyDeleteIt isn't all that hard to get hold of American noir films these days if you're in Delhi - Palika Bazaar is an option, though you have to get lucky. In legit stores, there are also DVDs by the likes of Enlighten (grossly over-priced though, with no Extras).
Nimit: I see our comments crossed! No problem.
ReplyDeleteThe thrill of noir is the rush of moral forfeit and the abandonment to titillation
ReplyDeleteI'm not too sure about that. I think the thrill of American noir derives from moral sensibilities getting in the way of lust and ambition. The Noirs are not exactly shallow amoral narratives but basically old-fashioned moral parables that invariably illustrate the hopelessness of battling against one's conscience.
"Rush of moral forfeit/Abandonment to titillation" probably applies more to European films like Breathless or Blow-up.
American noirs (atleast judging by the films) are lot more conservative in tone and are ridden with moral dilemmas and an overriding sense of guilt.
With regard to "making doom fun": I've never found any of the great film noirs to be "fun" in the same sense of the word used in the context of a James Bond film. A good film noir ought to be difficult to watch what with all the moral dilemmas that we experience vicariously.