What a thoroughly bizarre novel! But that, I suppose, is to be expected from Laurence Sanders. All but forgotten today, Sanders was a novelist who trafficked in the lurid, in the dissolute psyche, and in all around gothic hoariness. Uneven as hell, he was also a novelist that, when he struck oil with an idea, or a series of them, was patient and brutal in driving his fiction to strange, evocative and bloody places.
The Case of Lucy Bending is not one of his classic novels, but it's a story not to missed for Sanders enthusiasts, or simply to readers looking to find an oddball piece of eighties pop-art nastiness. In some ways, as I read this meandering tale of a group of married friends and their children's kinks and desperate attempts to find meaning in the world or sex or alcohol, I was reminded of John Updike's world of upright and nasty Wasp's grasping to find the meaning of life by bed-swapping and cogitating on the Almighty. Although Sanders does not possess Updike's dazzling, poetic prose, Sanders writing is bracing and far more earth bound.
Lucy Bending has a problem. She is a strangely sexualized eight-year old. Yes, you read that right. She goes up to male guests at parties and rubs their legs and then just reaches on up to . . . well, you know. Eight? I know! I didn't believe it either. Lucy's speech patterns and the way in which Sanders describes her physically convinced me he had NEVER been around an eight year old, even a precocious one. I have an eleven year old little girl, and I'm not sure she could behave in the manner described. But whatever. It's just a novel. Right? Her problem is pronounced enough, that her parents take her to a therapist.
And so the novel revolves around one families psychoanalysis, which Sanders broadens out to include the entire trio of families. Along the way, there's a debauched, cruel man coming to an 'arrangement' with a disabled prostitute, whom he subsequently dumps right after she's gang-raped, because now she's no longer 'innocent' enough for his fantasy. Perhaps she enjoyed it! Ugh. There's a pornographic side-business involving the mob and all three families. There's a former wheel-chair bound senator whose house is frequented by one of the more ambitious wives, who ends each meeting
by performing oral sex on the old bastard, by way of thank you for whatever advice had been proffered. Each of these side-tales are ghastly and nasty and somehow still ring true. Well, if not true, then at least affecting. Whatever you might think of the novel, it's not dull. Not by a long shot. And the ending! Man, no spoilers here, but the ending was devastating and foreshadowed and bloody and hideous.
Laurence Sanders might not have been right in the head (what novelist is?), but he was one hell of a gothic novelist.