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| Rice's
"Light" Dim |
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by Elizabeth A.
Allen
Light
Before Day
Christopher Rice
Miramax Books
March, 2005 |
Full
disclosure: I am the same age (26) as Christopher Rice, whose latest thriller,
Light Before Day debuts this month. I'm also a queer writer with a desire
for... well, at least modest success. As a peer of Rice's with similar
goals, I envy his achievement. His work also frustrates me, but not only
because I wish those were my books on the best-seller rack. Simply put,
Light Before Day pisses me off because of its poor execution
on so many levels.
I wanted to like the book; it's promising,
crammed with crackerjack premises. Third-rate journalist Adam Murphy struggles
through break-up blues, alcoholism and occupational fruitlessness in ritzy
North Hollywood. When he gets on the trail of three missing circuit-party
boys, Adam thinks he may have his big break. Hearing of Adam's investigation,
famous mystery author Jimmy Lawton hires Adam as his assistant. The pair's
amateur sleuthing leads them into a morass of extortion, kiddie porn,
home-cooked crystal meth and murder. With all these ingredients, you have
the makings of a NoHo lifestyle expose, a recovery novel, a gritty crime
drama, perhaps even an exploration into the creative mind of a writer.
You've got to admire Rice's ambition in taking it all on.
Rice also creates a likable and accessible
protagonist in Adam Murphy. A black-out drunk and lowly copy writer for
a gay lifestyle rag, Adam may not be very appealing at first glance, but
he wins my sympathy because he's trying. He tries to stay sober; he tries
to become a serious journalist; he tries to get a good lay. Maybe he's
a loser, but he's fighting to make himself better, and that I can identify
with.
Alas, poor Adam competes for the reader's
attention with all the meth, parties, kidnapping and crime that form the
bulk of Light Before Day. Herein lies the problem. Rice's thriller
contains many good ideas, but can't follow through on any. For just one
example, the Adam/Jimmy relationship, like so many other things, starts
off strong. In the first half, Jimmy openly manipulates Adam, thinking
that Adam can help him with material for his next true-crime novel. Smart
and opportunistic, Jimmy acts as a mentor and a negative role model for
Adam.
After this auspicious beginning, Jimmy
falls away when Adam goes deeper into the investigation. Is Rice trying
to show Adam's maturation into a person who doesn't need Jimmy’s
dubious guidance? I'd like to think so, but I doubt it. Adam does his
own detective work quite swimmingly for the second part of the novel,
interrupted periodically by realizations that he "needs Jimmy."
Jimmy then appears in scenes that add nothing to the story. The mystery
writer isn't a foil for Adam's independence. He's just a half-baked idea,
eventually abandoned by both Adam and Rice since Rice has no
particular trajectory planned for him. (I personally kept waiting for
Jimmy to have an affair with Adam, which would twist their investigation
and give more insight into both characters, but I guess I was thinking
about the characters more than Rice was.)
As in the characterization of
Jimmy, the whole novel's thematic balance, pacing, and plot deteriorate
quickly, especially since Rice's writing never rises above mediocre. He
lacks the voice necessary to sustain a reader's interest; the omniscient,
third-person bits come across in the same flat, passionless tone as Adam's
first-person narration. Rice shuffles between his multiple subjects as
mechanically as a disc changer. Then, when the meth, murder, and porn
all turn out to be part of the same nasty operation, Rice doesn't seem
to be detailing a mystery so much as throwing up his hands: "It was
all just a big conspiracy! Yeah, that'll explain everything!" The
would-be expose collapses, thanks to shoddy workmanship.
Speaking of exposes, I would like to point
out how Chris Rice's marketers borrow the glow of his mother's name to
distract you from his lack of skill. (Notice how prominent RICE is on
the cover, compared to the smaller size and lighter font of the author's
first name?) Read books by Anne instead. That's really what you're looking
for anyway, isn't it: -a sensual and reasonably well-crafted tale about
interesting characters written by someone named Rice. If you must read
Chris, wait ten years... or at least until he gets a more ruthless editor.
Elizabeth A. Allen enjoys well-written novels at home in Boston. |