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- Nov. 16, 1992: Reviews:Books
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
- Nov. 16, 1992 Election Special: Mandate for Change
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 98
- BOOKS
- The Texture Of Chaos
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- <p>By JOHN SKOW
- </p>
- <p> TITLE: RED SQUARE
- AUTHOR: Martin Cruz Smith
- PUBLISHER: Random House; 418 pages; $23
- </p>
- <p> THE BOTTOM LINE: This is a grand Russian cop opera for
- lowbrows, with the battered hero still standing at the end.
- </p>
- <p> Red Square, the third adventure of Arkady Renko, the
- Russian detective of Gorky Park and Polar Star, touches the
- imagination in a powerful, brooding way that seems very Russian.
- Give or take Richard Price's Clockers, a story of New Jersey
- cops and dope sellers that has some of the same strengths, it
- may be the best thriller to appear in several years. But Edmund
- Wilson's contemptuous dismissal of detective stories still
- lashes: Is it feebleminded to care who killed Roger Ackroyd?
- </p>
- <p> Or does Wilson's wisecrack fit? He had in mind inch-deep,
- twittering, murder-in-the-vicarage whodunits. We do care about
- Red Square, though not really because of the puzzle -- better
- than routine but less than grand-master quality -- that the
- author sets up and then solves. We know what to expect. The
- shabby, battered hero, Arkady, unravels blackest villainy, as
- he must, from Moscow to Munich, on to Berlin and back to Moscow;
- unbelievably escapes, as he must, a variety of murderous
- attacks; leaves a trail of defunct hard guys; and, as we knew
- he would be when we opened the book, is still standing, bleeding
- lightly, at the end.
- </p>
- <p> If this were opera, and it comes close, the formulaic plot
- and unlikely heroics wouldn't matter, and it wouldn't be
- necessary to explain that it is what Arkady's obligatory
- adventures let us experience along the way that stirs the mind.
- So let's say that Red Square's music is extraordinary, and never
- mind the libretto. Or if that's too flossy, say that the story's
- texture, the dark background against which Arkady moves and
- about which he shrugs and thinks his wry thoughts, is real in
- a way that seems bitterly true. Clearly the thriller form, with
- no artistic expectations whatsoever, can free the best writers
- to produce superb stuff. Quite casually, between car chases and
- dead bodies, Martin Cruz Smith has drawn stinging portraits in
- caricature of three cities under attack by the future.
- </p>
- <p> Sketching quickly, letting a line stand for a landscape,
- the author shows us Moscow in the month before last year's
- coup. Marxism's fragments still clog streets and government
- offices. The ruble is nearly worthless. Murderous Chechen
- bandits and corrupt former party officials war bloodily over
- control of the new capitalism, which turns out to be the old
- black market grown great. Ordinary people stand in lines for
- food, and when they have time, go to work.
- </p>
- <p> Arkady investigates the killing of an informant, a glossy
- black marketeer, and is relieved of his duties when he gets too
- close to the truth. He blackmails his boss for an air ticket and
- follows the trail to Munich. The corruption here is prosperity
- gone to fat. Needing to create a diversion in a parking garage,
- Arkady jostles a swollen, glistening car. Its alarm screams.
- Another jostled car and another; the German miracle bawls its
- rage. On to post-Wall Berlin, awash in refugees and resentments,
- smelling of money, poverty and developers' schemes. Arkady has
- found his old love Irina, the Siberian beauty lost in the West
- since Gorky Park, and they spend the night together on the tiled
- floor of a raw, unfinished apartment.
- </p>
- <p> They return to Moscow, Orpheus and Eurydice heading in the
- wrong direction, just in time for the coup. Arkady, of course,
- has dived one more time into the murk of his investigation and
- come up with a kind of answer, which involves a massive theft
- of Russian art missing since World War II. Dazed and wondering
- -- Irina seeing Russia for the first time in years, he leaking
- blood from a knife wound -- they join the huge crowd of unarmed
- Muscovites who have gathered to protect the Parliament Building
- from attack. A helicopter drops a star shell . . .
- </p>
- <p> It's a marvelous ending, something thrillers often lack as
- their puzzles are made plain and prosaic. Author Smith, the
- thriller writer, has never hidden his sentimental fondness for
- Russians. Arkady, a genius at disbelief and mulish stubbornness,
- has stood for the rest, and as we lose him in the mass of people
- awaiting the attack that will not come, the rest are shown to
- be like him.
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