I normally don't mix my book reviews with this blog, but this book blew me away.
Lush Life by
Richard Price
My rating:
5 of 5 stars
This
is a novel that I couldn’t recommend too highly to anyone who would love it as
much as I did. To anyone who wouldn’t appreciate this rather long, rambling
police procedural I would advise them to take a pass, if this makes any sense.
If you didn't like this book it's not like you failed some sort of IQ test, I
totally get it if you didn't. I did, a lot, like why didn't this win the
Pulitzer back then? Because it's the wrong genre?
If
your idea of a great novel doesn’t involve a 100 page interrogation scene, then
this isn’t for you. I would have never thought this would make for compelling
fiction until I finished it, but once I had I think that I was overwhelmed by
the sheer audacity of the passage, like I had just seen some sort of magic
trick. How did he do that?
If
you’re looking for a crime novel, you probably didn’t have this book in mind.
There is a crime and great efforts are made to solve the mystery, but the
murder is water under the bridge. Does it even fucking matter who did it? Ike
will still be dead and his father still blind with grief.
I
won’t mention how great Price is at writing dialogue since everyone else does
that, and his dialogue is so great that I don’t even feel qualified to praise
it, but he’s has an uncanny ability to sum up a situation with a single phrase
and he does this so many times in the novel and many times I had to stop
reading to soak it in, like someone dumping the clutch and stalling out. You
find one in this lengthy sentence describing the crime:
De hecho, se disponía ya a
recuperar la pistola, a quitársela a Tristan de la mano agarrotada, cuando de
repente, pum, demasiado tarde, el tipo, con una bala en el pecho, levantaba la
vista por el impacto como si lo hubiera llamado alguien desde una ventana,
luego caía sin volver a bajar la mirada siquiera, y Tristan se agachaba junto a
él en el acto, como para darle un bocado en la cara, exclamando en un susurro
«¡Oh!», al mismo tiempo que Little Dap exclamaba en un susurro «¡Larguémonos!»
y se lo llevaba de allí a tirones, y entonces volaron los dos hacia el sur por
Eldrige, corriendo tan deprisa hacia los Lemlich que Little Dap veía las
persianas metálicas de las tiendas a los lados convertidas en un borrón.
The
two detectives are probably too clever for their own good, and they proved it
when they leaned on Eric Cash for the murder, going all in from the first few
questions at the crime scene. They run their games on the kid and go all out
until his friend wakes up from his stupor, corroborates, and they realize that
they’re back at square one.
The
narrative quickly spiders out like glass shattering. Survivor’s guilt? The
remorse of bad fathering after it's way too late? While Yolanda whispers hope
to anyone who she feels needs a push in the right direction, a pitiless
investigator with a heart. To have heart to spare in her line of work is quite
an accomplishment.
I
read the Spanish translation by Carlos Milla Soler which must have been a
monumental task. Chapeau to him. The audiobook narrated by Bobby
Cannavale is a minor masterpiece in itself. He brought this novel to life like
I have never heard before, much like Price brings this corner of Manhattan to
life for the reader. Dialogue is sort of the private domain of Richard Price
and for my money no one writes it better, so a really great audiobook is
warranted here. It’s like Cannavale put in at least as much effort as the
author in pulling off his performance.
