I had read just three more pages in Sam Millar’s The Redemption Factory last night when, lo and behold, Paul Goodman says, “I don’t think I could allow any woman to come between me and snooker. It’s what I live for.”
And 40 pages later, Millar writes, referencing a tournament that we’ve just learned Goodman will be playing in: “Two years it had taken him to reach this stage of his carefully planned career.”
So there is snooker in the book. Sort of. I don’t want to lecture Mr. Millar, but if a character lives for snooker, and has been planning his career in such detail that one phase of it requires two years’ work, we should probably know about it in the first 100 pages. Even if the lack of emphasis is meant to suggest something about the character’s aspiration (for example, that he’s not as serious about it as he thinks he is or claims to be), we should still probably know that, too.
Of course, the book isn’t about snooker. It’s about Goodman’s hellish job in the slaughterhouse, and Goodman’s growing attraction to one of the weird sisters, and - here’s a plot development: someone just witnessed a murder.
It makes sense that a writer with such strong and idiosyncratic use of language as Millar would also have a plot whose shape doesn’t seem overly familiar so far. But I do hope it all pulls together in some clever yet inevitable-feeling way. So far the book has a dreamlike logic, in that it makes sense within its own world but if you tried to explain it to someone you might find them staring at you blankly. Dreams are notorious for not doing all the groundwork of developing character and plot. And then there’s the whole phenomenon of one person looking like another but still you know it’s the first person, not the person they happen to look like in your dream, for example if a very good friend in real life just happens to look and talk exactly like Eric Cartman from South Park in your dream, even down to the fact that he’s two-dimensional, as if made from animated construction paper, when everyone else looks like regular people. Not that that’s ever happened to me - I’m just saying.
But I digress. Anyway, should find out how The Redemption Factory ends tonight. I’d better: the review is due tomorrow.
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August 12th, 2006 at 7:00 pm
Interesting read!
August 18th, 2006 at 1:39 pm
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