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The Silver Swan: A Novel

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Benjamin Black, The Silver Swan (Henry Holt, 2008)

The Silver Swan is one of those books that reminds me of why I like to read series novels in order. I hadn't read the first book John Banville published under the Benjamin Black name, but Henry Holt were kind enough to drop this one on my doorstep unannounced a couple of months ago, so I figured I'd read it. Black, even more than, say, Robert Parker, draws heavily on the events of his earlier novel for this one; I'm sure the epilogue would have resonated with me a great deal more had I read Christine Falls. That said, Banville still writes a very capable mystery, when he's not wallowing in the past misdeeds of Garret Quirke, the medical examiner/amateur sleuth who once again finds himself enmeshed in a mystery he doesn't really want anything to do with.

In this case, he is approached by an old college classmate, Billy Hunt, with a simple request-- his wife has just died, drowned, and Billy would like Quirke not to perform an autopsy on the body, Quirke agrees, but it's pretty standard operating procedure in mystery novels that such a request (which is relatively common in real life for religious reasons) is going to spark some neurons; in performing a quick examination of the body, Quirke finds a fresh needle mark, and we're off to the races. Things are not helped out by the fact that Quirke's daughter Phoebe is a client at the Silver Swan, Hunt's wife's salon, and that her flamboyant ex-business partner seems to be taking more than a consumerly interest in the girl.

The best thing about Banville-writing-as-Black is that he's not afraid to slap both the reader and the mystery genre around a bit. (The police sergeant's final line in the book is about as slappy as one can possibly get in a mystery novel, and we feel just as chagrined as Quirke when we realize what he's on about. Or we should.) That is always welcome in a genre that he become as codified as mystery has, and if you can get round Black's wallowing-- or if you've already read Christine Falls-- then I say have at it. There's some fun to be had with this one. ***

In "The Silver Swan," Benjamin Black brings back the dour and solitary Garret Quirke, who lives in Dublin in the 1950s and works as a pathologist in the Hospital of the Holy Family. Quirke is an alcoholic who avoids drinking except for one bottle of wine that he and his daughter, Phoebe, share at their weekly dinner. Although he is desperately trying to stay sober, he occasionally gets the urge to indulge: "Quirke longed suddenly for a drink, just the one: short, quick, disastrous. For, of course, it would not be just the one." One day, he receives a message from a former acquaintance, Billy Hunt. The body of Billy's much younger wife, Deirdre, has been found after she apparently flung herself off Sandycove Harbor into the waters of Dublin Bay. Billy tells Quirke, "I don't want her cut up," meaning that he does not want a postmortem done on Deirdre. Although Quirke tells Billy, "I'll see what I can do," after he examines the corpse, the pathologist realizes that Deirdre's death is not as straightforward as it seems. Even after the coroner rules that Deirdre drowned accidentally, Quirke decides to look into the matter further.

Black is a literary stylist who revels in long descriptive passages laced with elegant similes and metaphors. He uses an omniscient narrator to delve into each character's innermost thoughts. Even after Deirdre's death, the author utilizes flashbacks to explore the inner demons that drove this tortured woman to engage in reckless behavior. She had been a beautiful girl with reddish gold hair and brilliant blue eyes; sadly, her impoverished and angst-ridden childhood left her scarred for life. Partly to escape her unrelenting misery, she married Billy Hunt, a stolid man nearly sixteen years her senior. He was a salesman who traveled a great deal and the couple was childless; this left Deirdre with a great deal of time on her hands. She eventually met two people who would seal her fate: one was Dr. Hakeem Kreutz, who called himself a "spiritual healer"; the other was Leslie White, a shiftless rogue who exploited gullible young women. Deirdre took White on as her business partner; they opened a beauty salon called "The Silver Swan" and Deirdre renamed herself Laura Swan.

Quirke is a cynic who has seen people at their worst. As a young orphan, he was confined to a workhouse, the Carricklea Industrial School, where the Catholic priests tried to beat religious pieties into him. He also endured some terrible experiences, recounted in the first book of this series, "Christine Falls," that deepened his bitterness and pessimism. Quirke has not forgotten a series of heartbreaking events that left two young women dead, with a "cloak of silence drawn over the affair, leaving [Quirke] standing alone in his indignation." This time, Quirke is determined to exact justice for Deirdre. If she did not kill herself, who did and why? "Quirke was aware of the old itch to cut into the quick of things, to delve into the dark of what was hidden--to know."

The author is a virtuoso at evoking emotion and creating atmosphere; he portrays every room and character with painstaking detail. Readers who take pleasure in vivid word pictures will enjoy "The Silver Swan" far more than those who are fond of fast-moving dialogue and a tight narrative. The characters are meticulously delineated: Quirke has crippling regrets that have mired him in guilt and psychological torpor; Detective Inspector Hackett, an unprepossessing but extremely sharp individual, sees beneath the surface of things far more than Quirke; twenty-three year old Phoebe, Quirke's emotionally stunted daughter, has not forgiven her father for his past betrayals; Englishman Leslie White, who is "handsome, in a pale, jaded sort of way," is a rogue and a freeloader who uses Deirdre shamelessly; Kate is Leslie's long-suffering wife who puts up with her husband's peccadilloes until she cannot stand it anymore.

The novel's major flaws are its weak plot construction and unremittingly dreary tone. The melancholy story meanders quite a bit until it reaches its convoluted and not entirely realistic conclusion. It is highly unlikely that the astute Inspector Hackett would patiently allow Quirke to blunder his way through an investigation of this importance before finally stepping in. In spite of its shortcomings, "The Silver Swan" effectively depicts a stifling era when women with few resources felt unable to make informed and independent choices. In addition, Black powerfully demonstrates how tragedy inevitably follows when immoral and selfish people exploit those who are too vulnerable to protect themselves.

Booker Prize-winning author John Banville, writing as Benjamin Black, features Quirke, a pathologist at the Hospital of the Holy Family in Dublin in this change-of-pace mystery set in 1950s Dublin. Quirke often finds it necessary to go beyond a pathologist's normal duties, and in this second novel in the Quirke series (after Christine Falls), he is visited by Billy Hunt, a casual friend from college, who asks him not to autopsy the body of his wife Deirdre. Deirdre may have drowned herself, and the family wants to avoid conflict with the Catholic Church over her burial. Quirke conducts a secret autopsy, Deirdre gets her church burial, and Quirke then begins his private investigation into her death.

Through flashbacks and shifts in the point of view from Quirke to the other characters involved in Deirdre Hunt's story, her complicated life unfolds. Deirdre, partners in a beauty salon with Leslie White, a roue, has been exploring the "spiritual healing" of Dr. Hakeem Kreutz, a man of German/Indian background who teaches her about his Sufi religion while engaging in secret activities. Inevitably, Deirdre becomes more and more controlled by outsiders, less able to make decisions, less grounded in reality. The involvement of someone close to Quirke makes him even more determined to understand Deirdre's death.

Quirke is an engaging and sympathetic protagonist. Sober for six months when this novel opens, he longs to become closer to his estranged daughter Phoebe, though he recognizes that he has no right to her affection. As Quirke, Deirdre, Phoebe, and the other principal characters reveal their unique points of view, the characterization and the plot expand. Quirke's relationship with Leslie White's estranged wife is sensitively explored in intense, but often delicately rendered, scenes. The nightmarish atmosphere becomes increasingly fraught, however, sometimes developing into kinky sequences as characters give in to the lure of their "dark" sides.

Like Christine Falls, the novel depends to a great extent on coincidence and improbability for its action and resolutions, but Banville's talents, so obvious in his literary novels, are on full display. His descriptions bring Dublin to life, and his recognition of life's ethical subtleties (and the church's creation of many of those conflicts) gives some thematic punch to the novel. As the action leads to a fierce crescendo (and a somewhat ambiguous epilogue), the author also opens several new avenues for future novels. More plot-based, less thematic and less moralistic than Christine Falls, this second mystery will be followed in July 2008 by a new Benjamin Black mystery, The Lemur. n Mary Whipple

Christine Falls: A Novel
The Lemur: A Novel

Although this followup to CHRISTINE FALLS does not pack quite the punch of its predecessor, it shows its creator's skill in crafting a fine story. There are a few things that just don't seem to add up, which can't be discussed here without giving away spoilers. But Black writes very sensual prose, setting each scene with enough detail and making fine use of scents to create a mood.

This is the second book Timothy Dalton has read by Benjamin Black and the characters are the same. If you remember where the first book left off, you're in good shape and if you've forgotten you can pretty much limp along. This book deals with the murder of a young woman, investigated by Quirk, the pathologist. Like the first novel, this one plods along without any particularly memorable (or likeable) characters and the ending comes as no surprise. Add to that the book is terribly depressing and it makes for uneasy listening.
The sole attraction for me was the fact Timothy Dalton narrated the book. The Irish and American characters gave him a good chance to stretch his talents with dialects and I found (as always) his voice soothing and rich with enunciation and emotion. I thought he was a little lazier with the American "Texan" this time (whom author Black referred to as a "Yankee" and nearly made me drive off the road) but altogether the first six discs were brilliantly read and eased along the otherwise sluggish plot. Interestingly, however, disc 7 represented an entirely different Timothy Dalton. It were as though he had to come back to the studio to re-record the final chapters and had entirely forgotten which voices he used for each character. The transition was so startling and persisted for the entire disc, that I have to believe some time lapsed between the narration of the first 6 discs and the last. He never did get the voices back and that made the final chapters of the book seem disjointed and out of place.
Without question if you're buying this for Timothy, you won't be disappointed; but beware of disc 7.

In a sequel to his first crime novel, the 2008 Edgar-nominated Christine Falls, Benjamin Black (nom de plume of John Banville) creates a complicated tale, filled with unnecessary characters and obfuscations clouding the mystery. It brings back Quirke, the Dublin pathologist with an "incurable curiosity."

A college acquaintance implores Quirke to forgo an autopsy on his wife who jumped off a pier and drowned in Dublin bay. In eyeing the body, Quirke discovers a puncture in her arm, and blood-work shows presence of alcohol and morphine. But Quirke allows the coroner to give a finding of accidental death. The plot involves the back story of the dead woman, alternating with events including those of Quirke's family, especially his daughter. The narratives are intended to lead the reader forward to decide whether her death really was suicide or murder, as well as laying the groundwork for future developments.

The novel is atypical of the usual mystery or crime book, and is more like an Irish drama (written without the brogue, fortunately). Perhaps that is the shortcoming of the novel, no matter how well-written it is. Nevertheless, it should be read and despite my problems with it, it is recommended.

Dublin Pathologist Garret Quirke is back in a book that is even darker than Christine Falls as if that could be possible. Quirke is no longer drinking, but he's still as moody, broody and, well, as quirky as ever and we now know his niece is really his daughter, if you haven't read Christine Falls, please stop right here, go out and get it, you won't be disappointed as it's a thoroughly enjoyable read. You can read this book as a stand alone if you want and enough is explained so you won't feel like you're missing too much, but you will be.

It's two years since Quirke investigated the death of Christine Falls when he has Deirdre Hunt on the slab. She washed up, an apparent suicide, by Dalkey Island, by Dublin Harbor. Quirke knew her husband Billy in school and when Billy asks him not to do an autopsy, because he didn't want his wife cut up, also he didn't want her death ruled a suicide, because he didn't want her denied Catholic rites, remember it's Ireland in the 50's. Quirke agrees, but does the autopsy anyway.

And, of course, Quirke finds evidence of murder, this is a mystery after all. But unlike some of the other mysteries you'll find on the shelf, Black does it differently, his characters are not only all too real, but they're steeped in a mire of moods and darkness, but there's a heart in them too. The live and breath as real people. Somehow John Banville has managed to channel both Earnest Hemingway and Raymond Chandler at the same time when he writes as Benjamin Black, let them take control of his fingers and the result isn't just art, but a dark and brooding affair with a soul that is all too real.

Reviewed by Vesta Irene

I always appreciate a list of series titles. Here they are: (1)Christine Falls: A Novel. (2)The Silver Swan: A Novel. (3)Elegy for April: A Novel. (4)A Death in Summer: A Novel (Quirke). (5)Coming in August, 2012, "Vengeance."

I apologize for any errors in spelling or punctuation since this is a review of an audiobook edition and there will be some.

John Banville, writing as Benjamin Black, is back, along with one of the best narrators, Timothy Dalton, to continue the story of Garrett Quirke, consultant pathologist at Dublin's Hospital of the Holy Family.

Set in the 1950s, the story begins two years after the death of Chrstine Falls. Quirke answers a plea for help from a college acquaintance, whose poor, dear, much younger, wife, Diedre, has done away with herself. Nothing is as it seems, as we watch Quirke uncover the secrets of the life and death of Diedre Hunt AKA Laura Swan, co-owner of a beauty parlor called THE SILVER SWAN.

Black's prose style is amazing. Brooding, dark, intense and lyrical, it reminds me of the writing of Tana French, but without the touches of humor. I did not give five stars, only four because the story is tainted and diminished by the author's anti-church and sexual scenes which should have faded to black.

However, I did like the book very much, especially the character sketch. There were so many but I decided on four men and a dog, as follows:

(1)Quirke himself: "What impressed Quirke the most was the cloak of silence that had been drawn over the {Christine Falls} affair, leaving him standing alone in his indignation, exposed, improbable, ignored, like a crack pot standing on a street corner."

(2)Quirke himself: "Quirke had long ago lost what little faith he once might have had in the Catholic pieties of the Brothers of the Workhouse, officially known as Kerrett Lee {spelling?} Industrial School, where he had endured his early childhood, where they had tried for so long to beat it into him."

(3)An Archbishop: "The archbishop's Bentley glided through the gate, the archbishop sitting erect in the back seat, like a religious effigy being borne on display in its glass case."

(4)The victim's husband: "At last a face began to assemble itself in Quirke's laboring memory: big broad forehead, definitively broken nose, a thatch of wiry red hair, freckles, grocer's son from somewhere down south, . . . one of the 'w' counties, easy-going but prone to scrap when provoked, hence the smashed septum, Billy Hunt. Yes."

(5)The chief inspector investigating the death of Diedre Hunt/Laura Swan: "Inspector Hackett was standing by the reception desk {in Quirke's department} with his hat in his hands. He was in his accustomed outfit of shiny suit and white shirt and non-descript tie, The knot of the tie sealed tight and also shiny, looked as if it had not been undone in a long time, only pulled lose at night time and tightened again in the morning. Quirke pictured the detective at the end of day, sitting wearily on the side of a big bed, an angled lamplight, his shoes off and his hair on end, absently widening the loop of the tie with both hands and lifting it over his head like a would-be suicide having second thoughts."

(6)And finally a dog named Brandy, owned by Quirke's brother-in-law, Mal:
"The dog retreated, watching Quirke with beady hostility, sliding along on its outstretched paws, making a noise in its gullet like a rattle snake, and when Quirke passed through he shut the door on the dog. . . . {Once outside} Qurike looked at the beast as it pattered hurriedly here and there in the soft grayness of dusk, with its curious, busy, stiff-legged gait, like a mechanical toy, bad-temperedly sniffing at the grass. It was a stunted wire haired thing, the color of wet sacking."

Added note: If you are not familiar with Tana French, try her books. They are also set in the Ireland of the 1950s. Start with: IN THE WOODS. Thank you.

Multiple-murder mystery, the 2008 sequel to 2006's "Christine Falls," set in Dublin in the fifties, by Irish literary novelist & Booker winner Banville, supposedly in his free time between great works of art, from the POV of a humble & unhappy forensic pathologist, who, unfortunately, like many a detective in other novels within the genre, is an idiosyncratic alcoholic with no mature adult life. As usual, some genre aficionados complain the killer was obvious. Unless one enjoys such lines as "above the trees small puffs of pink cloud sailed against a band of tender, greenish sky" (p. 99 in the hardcover), which are on every other page, maybe those reviewers are right. But for those who like Banville's prose stylings, an enjoyable read.

I agree with most of the positive comments made by other reviewers, and endorse the point that one would be lost without having read Christine Falls. My complaint about this one is some lazy writing. I suggest that editors do a word search to discover how many times Quirk and other characters light a cigarette. Yes, in that era almost everyone smoked, but repeating and repeating the activity makes the scene boring and after a while, laughable. I don't care if Quirk smokes, but I just don't want to read about it every few pages. It comes across as the most blatant sort of padding.
Black is a terrific writer in both of his genres, for the most part!