Okay, so you’ve seen The Wire, or The Night Of, or both, right? If you haven’t, don’t admit that to
anyone, and then binge watch them once it gets too cold to do outside stuff.
Both programs are excellent, and the writing is impressive. We have Richard
Price, among others, to thank.
After reading Lush Life*, Price’s bestselling 2008 novel, I think Price should
stick to screenplays. This book gives us a murder, and then shows us what it’s
like for all of those involved (the police, the witnesses, the grieving family,
the murderer, etc.). It’s important to note that for the most part, Lush Life is not a who-done-it thriller.
If you’re hoping for that, you have the wrong book. There’s very little
ambiguity, unlike with Naz in The Night
Of when, as an audience member, you’re constantly trying to mesh fact with
feeling. Team Naz-didn’t-do-it all day.
But that doesn’t mean there aren’t
any gray areas. It’s a straightforward crime with police proceedings that are
anything but straightforward. What do you do with the evidence that you have,
and how do you get your hands on additional evidence? The characters are
complex, and most of them are shady as shit. If they are shady, it’s usually as
a result of some intricate past that makes readers go hmmm, they’re shady, but I empathize. The bad guys do bad stuff,
but they’re not the human embodiment of evil. This is obviously more difficult
for a writer to pull off than the stark black and white alternative, so props.
Furthermore, Price’s dialogue is
unreal. I could read pages and pages of it. He pulls off nuances that subtly
reflect the person’s character, and he maintains a realistic pace. The only
exception to this is when his words read too much like insider’s knowledge. The
story is set in NYC, and there’s too many slick back and forth innuendos
between cops. I had a difficult time figuring out what they were discussing and
where they were referring to, and I live in this city. Are all NYC cops on top
of their witty-banter game 24/7? If you’re into the lingo, you’ll probably like
it more; for me, it feels contrived.
Earlier I said that I could read
pages and pages of his dialogue. I exaggerated. Sue me. This book is 450 pages,
and I would have been much more satisfied with half of that. The actual
narrative only spans ten days, which means there’s 45 pages dedicated to each
day. *Math*. It’s not strictly divided in this way, but come on. This kind of
painstakingly detailed writing is more appreciated on-screen. I’m not against
lengthy books, but the payoff needs to be greater.
And that was probably the worst
thing about this novel—no lingering factor. Lingering
factor: thoughts/feelings that continue to gnaw at you and beg to be
contemplated once you’re done reading. I invested quite a bit of time in
this book, and a week later, as I’m writing this review, nothing really stands
out. Despite the complex characters, there is no significant lurking sense of
injustice, sadness, happiness, fulfillment, etc. I read it, thought it was
fine, and that was that. If books are a dialogue between authors and characters
and readers (tri-alogue?), this conversation was short. As such, I give Lush Life 2 out of 5 camel
humps.
*Price, Richard. Lush
Life. New York: Picador, 2008. Print.