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A Personal History of Thirst

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The core of British author Burdett's first novel is obsession - with love, class and ambition. The story takes place around the events leading to the murder of Oliver Thirst, a charismatic, brutal and intelligent criminal.

James Knight, the narrator, is a bitter, lonely and highly successful barrister about to 'take silk,' or become a Queen's Counsel, at the time Thirst is murdered. He is suspected of the murder, having lost the love of his life, Daisy Smith, to Thirst. But what at first seems straightforward quickly develops kinks.

The cold, austere middle-class Knight reunites with Daisy (the other suspect in Thirst's murder) 'overjoyed that one man had died and I was a fool again.' While savoring a present Knight knows may be brief, he explores the past.

He and Daisy first meet as university students. Rather than the stiff-necked prig he appears, Knight is a former street-kid, an orphan from the slums fighting his way out. An American from the affluent middle class, Daisy is wild, fun-loving and sexually uninhibitted, with no comprehension of class rigidity in Britain. She stirs Knight to risk-taking bravado and - in the opposite direction - inspires him to strive even harder for material success in his rule-bound profession.

Thirst is a thief, one of Knight's first criminal clients. While grateful for his freedom, Thirst becomes obsessed with the lawyer, envying him his escape from the slums, despising his middle-class dullness. But, seeing only a bleak future of poverty and jail, he seeks Knight's help in rehabilitating himself.

Daisy, who's never met anyone like Thirst, is dazzled. He's clever, dangerous, physical and unpredictable where Knight is cautious, cerebral and dogged. Thirst, like a savage version of Knight, reins himself in only to burst out in reckless action. He also shows not the slightest interest in Daisy. ' 'I should have sat there and took it,' Thirst said as she slammed the door. He was as oblivious to Daisy's anger as he was to her. Her exit might have been a puff of air.'

Burdett depicts a strange world of people who 'help' Thirst, their altruistic veneer quickly stripped (by Thirst) to self-absorbed venal cravings. And when Thirst's efforts at the straight life fail, bitterness supplants ambition.

Meanwhile, as appearances grow ever more essential to the driven Knight, Daisy becomes more hedonistic and demanding until, just as the reader wonders why they tolerate each other, sparks ignite a moment of real passion.

Seen through his narrator's eyes, Burdett's London is claustrophobic, its people eyeing one another enviously from self-constructed boxes. His prose is taut, rich with scarcely alluded meaning, seething with stilted emotions. And when the explosion comes that drives the triangle apart, it seems, not anticlimactic, but pointlessly self-destructive. Circumstances supply the catalyst but injured pride makes it stick.

This is a highly accomplished and complex first novel, rife with human frailty, irony and mixed motivations. It succeeds in portraying characters who are as repugnant as they are passionate, yet keeps the reader interested in what happens to them right up to the last page.

This is just too good a book to have attracted so little interest so far.Okay, it doesn't work as a whodunnit. If you flip a coin to decide which of the two most likely suspects are the murderer, there's a 50% chance of your being right. But that's totally unimportant. I won't recount the plot since the other reviewer has done a splendid job of that. I'll just comment that this does get you immersed in the infernal triangle involving the victim and the two suspects. The crux of the story lies in the three cornered relationship and in the portrayal of the three characters involved. Really, there are no good guys (or gal) and no bad guys (or gal) here. The story is of three human beings with individual personalities and codes of ethics. And as a first novel, this book establishes the author as a master of his crafy who has continued to give us some splendid novels.