According to The Westlake
Review, “Jay Fisher is a news announcer, working for an unnamed network.
He is, as he will tell us many times in the book, a company man, undyingly
loyal to the network, defending it even when it refuses to defend him. He
has never been one of its top talents, and in fact is best known for going to a
fancy Italian restaurant called The Three Mafiosi. This restaurant is located
in a corporate office tower, and there he tapes lunchtime interviews with
various minor celebrities–their answers to his questions will then be edited
together with the same questions Jay asked them being asked by a more famous TV
news personality, who doesn’t have the time to come to the restaurant himself.
Jay has achieved success as a company man, but he’s also a full adult, nearing
middle age, with two children and a failed marriage to his credit.
He’s not some young slacker who hasn’t found himself–he’s a grown-up who
intends to go on hiding from himself for as long as possible. Jay gets conned
by some shady acquaintances into pitching an idea to the network–that they film
gun-runners supplying Cuban Anti-Castro rebels with arms that will be used to
overthrow the government of Ilha Pombo Island, a fictional Caribbean country,
inhabited by former slaves, and run by a fat brutal dictator named Mungu,
who bears a startling resemblance to Idi Amin.”
This novel is told text is a
transcript of his testimony recounting how his “on the scene” documentation of
a CIA-esque takeover of a Caribbean dictatorship resulted in an international
scandal. The gist of the story is your basic plot to overthrow Mungu and
install a new leader. But it becomes clear that these the Cubans being
recruited for ‘Operation Torch of Liberty’ are not brightest bulbs on the Christmas
Tree.
Towards the end, I was
skimming over the book. It’s probably not the worse book Westlake wrote, but
clearly there is something missing here. It feels rushed in some way, which is
probably why I had such a difficult time with it. The thing with Westlake and
his tendency to be so prolific is that as a reader, you get used to his books
being good and when you come across a lesser one, like this, it’s
disappointing. Still, because it’s seemly inspired by true events, it contains
all the elements of a great Westlake novel.
There are a few funny bits, plus a rather cold and brutal “interview” Jay has with the arms dealer of this band of fools, who talks about the morality of the gun:
A: The gun is power, that’s obvious. It is the raw material of power, and power is ultimately the only civilizing influence in the world. It was the handgun that brought civilization to the American West, for instance. The gun is the primary tool in situations of mob control, which is to say, in the formation of societies. The gun determines territorial claims, which is to say national boundaries. The gun determined that you and I would speak English now, rather than French or Spanish or Portuguese. The gun determined that we would be here at all, and that the Indian would not be.
Q: The Indian is still here, though isn’t he?
A: Herded into reservations, by men with guns. If there were no guns, men would not be able to build cities, because all the bricks would be stolen the first night. If there were no guns, estates like this would be overrun by the scruffy mob. And as population gets more and more out of hand, the gun will be increasingly the only determinant of which of us will live which sort of life.
Q: You credit guns with the sort of power that most people give to money.
A: Without the gun, most people wouldn’t have their money. Not for long. And with the gun, it is possible to get money, women, or whatever else you fancy in life.
Q: Excuse me, Mr. Grahame, your words could be misinterpreted there. I know you don’t mean to imply approval of armed robbery or rape or—
A: Why not? I am hardly in a position to favor arms restrictions. Once we accept the idea that society is valuable, that our civilization was worth the building and continues to be worth the saving, we must take the next step and agree that the tool which built our civilization is also valuable and, to use a moral term, good. That tool is the gun, and no usage of the gun could be considered evil. Now, if some dolt takes a pistol and holds up a bank, I would disapprove, but only of his tactics, not his choice of equipment. His tactics will put him directly in opposition with a superior force of men armed with more guns; that is to say, he will be caught and perhaps shot. The gun is power, true; it is the central tool of civilization, true; but as with any tool and any form of power, some intelligence must be employed by the operator.
Q: Well then, what should he do instead of robbing a bank? He wants money, he wants a better life, and your prescription is that he go out and get a gun. What should he do with it?
A: He should first learn military science, which is, after all, the science of the use of the gun. And one of the first lessons in military science is, Never attack a superior force.
It goes on a bit more, but it’s probably the best part of this book.
