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Dancing With the Devil, November 13, 2000
"The Grifters" is another of Jim Thompson's electric
charged dances with the devil. It is so hard and so brutally bleak that
it undercuts what passes for reality and gives us the real truth that
is right out there in front of us with people like Moria and Roy
and Lilly whom we would rather not see and therefore do not as we
pass them by on the street. Jim Thompson saw them though, and for that
I am so grateful. Thompson was a stunning writer and this is one of
his best books. He broke such new ground back in the fifties and
sixties and his books still resonate with passion and ultimate greed
and fear of finding it and never attaining it, not one single time,
just more grittiness, more grubbiness. Thompson writes them as
them. He is there in the snake pit along with his characters. He knows
them from the inside out. There is such fatal laughter in his words I
can almost feel the death shroud in them, for that is the grave they
dance beside, right on the lip of it. Roy is a small time con who wants
to make the big time. Lily is his mother who has all the spider traits
of a Thompson woman, hard and bitter and cold even in
Thompson's world. Moria doesn't stand a prayer. No one in Thompson's
cruel and real and terrifying world do. Roy chases his own
"golden frammis", that unobtainable dream, and Lily-well,
Lily lusts after her son sexually for sure, but money is something that
keeps better and what Lily does to him to get that next installment on
the ladder to frammis attaining is so true and so startling, even
now, that it hurts the eyes to read it, as she steps out into the City
of Angels. Medea, listen up. Thompson held me enthralled one summer as
I read all of his books in a row. His characters sometimes narrate
them apparently from hell. The violence is so unremittingly grotesque
you have to back away from it, but these are not sideshow characters
like on daytime TV talk shows. These are real people, admit it or not,
more screwd up than us perhaps, or just more willing to not hide it,
and many are insane, and Thompson got in those minds, like Lily's
and brought them to a kind of unapologizing life, and I admire them
for their terrible honesty, in their skin stripped teeth bared
claws extended grasping for whatever pleases them in their crude
motley little world where you can almost smell the sweat soiled sheets
of little cheap hotel rooms and the sick fear that sleeps so uneasily
on them, as well as see those speckled bathroom mirrors where these
pasty faced red eyed ultimate losers see their faces in the morning and
know the pain is just going to get worst. But they don't know what else
to do. Who does, ultimately? I was galvinized from the first of
his books. "The Grifters" is roman noir at its
very finest. There is such a knife edge cut to Thompson's words, such
a fever in them that they seem to be written in a runaway passion
that is a mad rushing to a hell worse than the Biblical one, like was
found in "The Getaway" that beggers any kind of
description. And the thing is, if they had to do it over again, knowing
what was in store, I think they would. For the most part, like Lou Ford
in"The Killer Inside Me" and like Lilly in
"The Grifters", these are desperate odds masquerading as
humans who are not possessing anything inside them but a larcenous need
for bloodletting as much as for money. For power and making pain
around them which makes them feel good. And the hopelessness of Roy and
Moria and Lily and of Lou Ford maybe the most demonic character ever
put to paper is that certain something that keeps all his characters (I
doubt that,if Roy lived through that ending, or was writing about it
from hell, he would even for one moment think badly of his mother,
for wouldn't he have done the same thing to her?)racing for something
that is so wonderfully ironic and mean spirited and ghoulishly give up
you can't win funny, that is there in only the grittiest of dark
alleys where somehow in poverty of mind and heart and soul there is
the shadow that is the sun that will burn dry all that frantic pain
that arcs from one sentence to another in this and all of
Thompson's books....
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