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Stick With It, It Definitely Picks Up..., July 24, 2009
I have read both Ms. Abbott's previous Noir's, 'Die a Little' (which is my absolute favorite), and 'The Song Is You' (also very, very good). I had high hopes for this book, but was somewhat disappointed upon starting it. The first 30% of the story seemed rushed and disjointed. I didn't feel as though I was getting to know the characters, and people and places jumped around so much it was hard to keep things straight. I almost gave up on it. I'm so glad I didn't.
This story is based loosely on the real life crime tale of Winnie Ruth Judd (a.k.a. The Trunk Murderess) in the 1930's. However, don't think you can just head on over to Wikipedia, read the story of Winnie Ruth, and think you have Ms. Abbott's novel all figured out (I made this mistake, but it made the ending all the more enjoyable). Ms. Abbott has altered the actual events into a 'What would have happened if...' , and it makes for a riveting story. Marion Seeley does not meet the same fate as her real life counterpart, and some key players involved in the crime and Marion's life, have a very different ending to their stories as well.
While the beginning of this novel frustrated me, the rest more then made up for it. Overall, I absolutely recommend this. I am not a regular fan of dark novels filled with sex, drugs and murder, but Megan Abbott is one of the ONLY authors of this genre that I always keep an eye out for. While her style of writing may take a little getting used to, she has a way of pulling you right into the seedy side of a long-past era of glitz and glamour.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
fantastic, September 16, 2009
Wow. What an exciting read. Abbott's attention to detail makes you really feel like your reading a story from the 1930s. After a slow deliberate start the book has a pay off with plenty of sex, blood and scandal... all done without being crude. This is one of the best hard-boiled tales I've read in a while. Highly recommended.
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Abbott is on her way to becoming a bestselling author, September 15, 2009
If you have never read the work of Megan Abbott, do yourself a favor and get a copy of BURY ME DEEP right now. In this, just her fourth novel, she has already established herself as one of the great mystery writers working in America today and is on her way to becoming a bestselling author.
Abbott labors in the hard-boiled, noir section of the mystery genre. She, along with authors like Charles Ardai, Jason Starr and Charlie Huston, is breathing fresh life into one of America's most important literary contributions of the 20th century. All of her previous novels were nominated for Edgar Awards, and QUEENPIN, her second, won both an Edgar and Barry Award. BURY ME DEEP stands an excellent chance of getting her another Edgar.
What Abbott does that is so unique and fresh is revisit old true crime cases from the glory days of noir and re-imagine them. So QUEENPIN was inspired by the true life story of Virginia Hill, part-time actress, mob courier and, most famously, main squeeze of Benjamin "Bugsy" Siegel. Her third novel, THE SONG IS YOU, fictionalized the real-life disappearance off the face of the earth of dark-haired starlet Jean Spangler in 1946. Of course, Abbott is not the only mystery writer who works this side of the street. James Ellroy has turned the real history of 1950s Los Angeles and modern America itself into noir in a series of excellent books, the latest of which, BLOOD'S A ROVER, will be out in September. BURY ME DEEP tackles the now forgotten but once tabloid-fueled case of Winnie Ruth Judd, the "Trunk Murderess" or "Blonde Butcher" as the papers christened her. The case was right out of film noir.
In October 1931, the bodies of two young Phoenix women were found dissected in two abandoned steamer trunks left at the Southern Pacific Railroad Station in LA. After four days the trail led to the 26-year-old Judd, who confessed, claiming self-defense. Only an insanity plea kept her from the gallows. She would spend 30 years in a mental institution despite seven attempts to escape. In her meticulous research, Abbot uncovered a sliver of doubt. After all, in film noir, nothing is what it seems. Could Judd have been set up by a powerful man in the community who she and the girls were involved with? Using many of the actual details of the case, Abbot weaves a spellbinding tale.
She tells the story from the point of view of Marion Seeley, a young naïve woman whose doctor husband is a morphine junkie. Unable to hold a medical license in the states, Dr. Seeley in desperation takes a job as a doctor at a Mexican mine. He can't bring his wife, so he gets her a job as a clerk in an Arizona TB clinic until he can make some money and return for her. The lonely girl is soon befriended by two women: Louise, a world-wise nurse at the clinic, and her roommate, Ginny, who is slowly dying from TB.
Abbott does a perfect job of bringing us back into this lost world, a world of kidskin gloves, soft cloche hats and "shingle bob" hairstyles. Prohibition is still in effect, so the book floats along in a sea of bootleg gin and booze. And even though the Depression is lingering into its second painful year, the spirit of the Jazz Age is alive and well with the girls, who are famous for their wild house parties. You can almost hear "The Charleston" playing in the background. The hilarity might still be there, but the world is suddenly a much darker and more ominous place.
Louise, of course, has something of a reputation at the clinic. Rumors swirl about the night the cops were called to the Dempsey Hotel and Louise was spotted on the fifth floor corridor "going on two o'clock in the morning, only one shoe on, and they brought her in and they let her go because some calls were made..." Rumor also has it that young Marion "liked their (Louise and Ginny's) lively ways." Early on, Marion wonders, "Who did these girls know?" Our heroine is going to find out.
Within 34 days of her arrival, Marion has dyed her hair to look like a "platinum pleasure blonde." She resembles actress Joan Bennett. And here, Abbott turns classic film noir on its head. Usually, it is the "femme fatale" who draws the unsuspecting male to his doom. But here there is a "homme fatale" who attracts Marion with his siren call. "Gentleman Joe" Lanigan is an important man in the community, owner of a chain of pharmacies and regular attendee at Sunday mass. He is also married with children and an invalid wife he must care for. "Gentleman Joe" is a frequent guest at the girls' parties, and he, like many other outstanding men in the community, including the sheriff, enjoys giving the girls swell gifts and the most modern appliances.
There have been great female writers of hard-boiled crime stories in the past, such as Dorothy B. Hughes and Patricia Highsmith. It was never exclusively a male preserve. But Abbott perfectly and beautifully captures Marion's descent into the vortex: a sensual world she never knew existed. She falls hard for Joe. Abbott writes noir from a female perspective, which makes this not just a mystery novel but also a work of women's literature. She writes: "When he looked at her, she could feel it like his finger, the tip of his finger, was tickling the lace bristles on her underthings. Like it was flicking up and down down there. And she didn't know where she got this idea because nothing like that had ever happened to her."
However, this is anything but a romance. This is noir where, once the descent begins, it ends inevitably in disaster. Marion is wretched by guilt while thrilled by desire. She imagines writing her sick husband: "I am a sinner, Dr. Seeley. What's more, I came to love my sin." And in another imagined letter, Abbott puts in Marion's words the very definition of noir: "For some things, there can be no forgiveness, nor even words. Some things are meant only to be fevers in the brain." Wow!
And like all great noir, Marion's plight sucks you in as the ending steadily builds along with a growing sense of dread. In recent years, film fans such as myself have been delighted to see a return of interest in Pre-Production Code Hollywood movies. Those were the films made from 1930-1934 before the iron-clad censorship of the Production Code, dictated in large part by the Catholic Church, decided what viewers would see for the next three decades.
This book perfectly reflects that era. Imagine the great Barbara Stanwyck in the 1934 movie Baby Face. That is Abbott's Marion. She has to fend for herself in a man's world --- a world where powerful men use women as sex objects and then casually dispose of them when they become a threat. And as the Jazz Age gave way to the Great Depression, desperation spread like a fast-moving cancer. Desperate people must do desperate things to survive.
BURY ME DEEP is not just a fine mystery. It is an American novel, filled with humanity and a thirst for justice. We are going to be enjoying the work of Megan Abbott for decades to come.
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