I noticed this book on display while I was browsing at a bookstore near my apartment, which happens to be a basement apartment. When I say ‘on display’, I mean that there was an index card affixed to the shelf under the book that designated it as the book of the month for the mystery book club, which would meet in a couple of weeks to discuss it. Because the cover image was sort of interesting, because the premise of the story, judging from the back cover’s précis, reminded me a little of Kafka’s ‘The Hunger Artist’ (in spite of the fact that it seemed as though it had been specifically written to inspire that association), because going to a book club seemed like a good, social thing to do, and because I had just received my tax return and could afford to buy a book without agonizing over it, I bought it.
The premise is that a pretty wealthy and mysterious ‘short white man’ offers a black man an exorbitant amount of money to rent out his, the black guy’s, basement. But he wants to stay in the basement in a cage, as a prisoner. It’s a little bit unbelievable, maybe very unbelievable, but if you can accept that premise, there’s a good deal of tension early on and towards the middle of the book, as you anticipate finding out what this guy’s motives could possibly be. Structuring the book this way, however, seemed to me to put a lot of pressure on the scene or scenes, which had to happen, where these two guys were going to sit down in the basement and have stark, philosophical, merciless conversations. Which I was looking forward to. Unfortunately, the guy’s motives turn out to be pretty abstract and lame (both, somehow), and I found the second half of the book pretty boring. I guess he is supposed to be an embodiment of the complacency in all of us, of our complicity with evil, but if that’s the case Mosley probably would have been better served by creating a character that seemed even remotely human. And other authors have done this sort of thing more interestingly and specifically, and without having to resort to ridiculous premises. If you would like a great variation on this theme, for example, try Camus’s The Fall.
The dynamic between the two guys plays out more or less like the Zimbardo prison experiment, but there is another dynamic that exists between them that I couldn’t help but notice and wonder about. The guy in the basement will say something, for example, like ‘you…you’re not going to leave me down here in the dark with only bread and water for four days…are you?’, and the other guy will say, ‘well, I hadn’t planned to, but now that you mention it that’s a good idea.’ From which the guy in the basement clearly takes, uh, a certain kind of pleasure, which is described more than once. The physiological manifestation of that pleasure, I mean. I am not the kind of person who looks for sexuality in every aspect of a book, but this theme was kind of difficult not to notice, and I’m not sure what its significance was.