This is a strange book, in that I’ve read every page of Cain’s Jawbone but haven’t read Cain’s Jawbone. This is because the book has been printed in a random order, though in this case are printed on cards to make them easier to rearrange. Get the hundred pages in the right order and a coherent novel is revealed with six victims and six murderers.
I was one of the subscribers for this book, having heard of it from Shandy Hall’s twitter and as excited as I was to get it, it wasn’t until recently that I actually opened the box and read the cards.
My plan is to have a read through of the cards, then a read through and make some notes, then to focus more specifically on the areas suggested by the initial read throughs.
Though, how can this book be judged? As a novel it is, at present, pretty incoherent and as a puzzle, it definitely succeeds at being described as ‘fiendish’. At the moment, it’s impossible to tell which features are part of the puzzle and which are mere playfulness.
In terms of style, it’s a pretty funny book. There’s a lot of fun with idiom including such classics as, ‘absinthe makes the heart grow fonder’, ‘count your burdens’ and ‘every good gull loves a sailor’. There’s an amused, world weary tone to the book also, never quite falling into Sam Spade territory but somewhere along the path. I enjoyed the remark that, “Detective Sergeants have their manner but no plural’, or that “It had always been my habit to rise with the lark, if there was one going up about 9.” This all suggests that the finished novel is a fun, witty, thing, written with care and many of the sections are entertaining in and of themselves, though not always clear.
The novel is narrated in the first person throughout but my big suspicion is that it contains multiple first person narrators. I think there are about five narrators, I also think that two of them might be called Henry and one of those Henrys is a dog. I was suspicious a few times.
“It was a pity about Dickens’s insane jealousy of chickens, and one could almost mistrust at his morbid distrust of sheep” is a sentence that only really makes sense if about a dog. I was confirmed in my suspicions near the end when the narrator said, “I put my foot in it, which left three.” The reason I reckon the dog must be called Henry is because the name is used far too often for it just to refer to one person, so is mostly likely the name of the dog.
If the narrators are identified by ticks, then one keeps quoting Oscar Wilde, another Tennyson, another mixes idioms and one often talks about how they admire their namesake - or they all do that and when I untangle the namesakes there are a number.
It also seems like different murders have different locations or themes. One is at a rundown London cabaret, another seems to be by the sea, another has a floral (possible poison) theme and another to be around books and poetry.
These are just my first impressions though, I need far more readings and a little of bit proper, systematic sorting to get even a bit closer to the solution, and I imagine I never shall.