The Infatuations – Why This Book Should Win
This post is courtesy of Best Translated Book Award judge, the inimitable George Carroll. Not only is he one hell of a West Coast sales rep for publishing companies large and small, he has an inexhaustible knowledge of translated literature.
by Javier Marias rolled into its publication date with more baggage than the Coast Starlight, more anticipation than the Wells Fargo wagon in The Music Man.
Immediately, the griping and whining started. 鈥淚t isn鈥檛 his best book.鈥 鈥淚t isn鈥檛 as good as (fill in the blank with any of his previous books).鈥 鈥淚 really loved the trilogy, but this鈥︹ 鈥淜nopf paid serious money for the book, did they know what they were getting?鈥 I even heard someone suggest the book was slighted because of readership loyalty to New Directions, Marias鈥 previous publisher.
However, The New York Times, The Guardian, The Los Angeles Times, NPR, and Slate all made it through their reviews without an audible groan – and for good reason. This is a really good book.
Marias is writing in genre, and he appears to be having a hell of a good time doing it. It鈥檚 cerebral in ways similar to Frederick Knott鈥檚 Dial M for Murder. It鈥檚 less about the crime, less action, and more about the paths and perception – more philosophic than forensic.
I鈥檝e read a boatload of mysteries, but I can鈥檛 remember one that does exactly what The Infatuations does. Not going to outline the plot, but the ending, no spoiler alert here, is dropped in your lap.
I love Marias. I don鈥檛 care if what he writes is High Fecking Art or not. And you shouldn’t either.
This book should win The Best Translated Book Award.
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