On the flight from New York City back to
Houston, I read a novel recommended to me by a reader of this blog – The Wrong Case (1975) by James Crumley.
I read little crime fiction beyond Raymond Chandler, but Crumley’s novel never
flagged and made the three-hour flight evaporate, and I finished the book as we
made our descent into the city. Among other things, Crumley’s novel nicely
captures the early-seventies mainstreaming of the previous decade’s ascendant
counterculture. Drugs, promiscuity and kneejerk rebelliousness, blurring sometimes
into hip nihilism, are suffusing even the middle class. At the time, for a young
adult, it all seemed thrilling, a peer-sanctioned program for endlessly postponing
adulthood. The book’s narrator, hard-drinking doper and P.I. Milo Milodragovitch, writes:
“The counterculture
revolution had done something for America: it let a lot of young people handle
idiot jobs by getting stoned.”
Crumley has a gift,
amidst the violence and depravity, for polishing the occasional aphorism: “To
be childlike might keep a man young, but to be treated like a child makes him
old too soon.” And this bit of Montaignean wit:
“There is a quaintly
modern notion that information will eventually equal knowledge, which is neatly
balanced by the cliché that the more one learns, the less one knows. Both ideas
are probably more or less accurate, but neither is particularly useful in
dealing with the human animal.”
1 comment:
I read one of the "Milo" novels and thought the sex not sociological but a mechanical decoration. Presently I was wondering whether the novel was sponsored by the Montana Department of Tourism. As Marvin Mudrick said of a novel of Bernard Malamud's: come see our mountains and climb our women.
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