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A Conspiracy of Tall Men (1998)
Between the success of the X-Files and the approach of the Millennium, we have been pretty much inundated with books, movies and TV shows awash in paranoia and conspiracy theories. So there's not much opportunity for an author to plow new ground. On the other hand, most of what we've been subjected to (from Conspiracy Theory to Enemy of the State to Millennium) has sucked, so there's plenty of room for an author to give us a paranoid thriller of quality. That is what Noah Hawley has done here in one of the best debut novels that I can remember.
Linus Owens is a professor of conspiracy theory, so inevitably, when his wife is killed in a plane crash, he assumes that there is some clandestine reason for this tragedy. As he and his friends, Edward and Roy, plunge headfirst into an investigation of the accident, they begin to unravel a plot that involves nuclear tests, pharmaceutical companies, the FBI, the CIA, Gulf War Syndrome, an Art Bell style radio host, and so on and so on, until all of modern life seems part of a huge conspiracy in which we are all guinea pigs. Most of those basic plot elements are pretty familiar and shop worn. What sets the book apart are the quality and wit of Hawley's prose:
Here is Linus' born-again businessman brother responding
angrily to having his Christian
and a couple of great narrative devices. First, when characters are introduced, Hawley offers authorial asides about their lives, their innermost secrets and even their futures, which gives a creepy omniscient tone to the narration. Second, Hawley preys on the uneasiness that all of us feel about an increasingly technological and potentially dehumanized world, to make the concerns of Linus and his compatriots at least understandable, sometimes even credible. Here he is talking about the modern airport:
The airport is proof of humanity's surrender to machines.
It is a place where bodies go to pee in
Third, and I assume consciously, many bit characters have real names--Cliff Webb, Richard Preston, Jerry Rubin--which, regardless of whether they are intended to invoke the actual people, add a weird frisson of reality. Finally, he uses a clever leitmotif with cellular phones. As scenes in the novel are unfolding, regardless of where or when, there are always folks on the periphery talking into cell phones, speaking lines of dialogue that may be totally unrelated to the action, but which remind us of the omnipresence of the new technologies and of the disconnectedness of even those who are standing next to us in a crowd.
Less pretentious, more focussed and much more fun than Don DeLillo's Underworld (see review), the novel plumbs some of the same territory, that natural American distrust of government and big business, to produce a witty, thoughtful thriller. Noah Hawley joins Stewart O'Nan (see review of The Speed Queen) among the new writers I was most intrigued by this year.
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