At first, I thought "Spook" was going to be a broad satire of racism in America in the 60's, using caricatures as characters. But then I realized it's only a broad satire for its enemies: the white liberal do-gooders, bourgeoisie black fakers and political hacks who remain cartoons throughout. The rest is far-fetched blue prints for Armageddon.
The protagonist is a familiar character: the cold, calculating, superiority-driven mastermind who's an expert in martial arts, full of sexual virility, and a loner but a leader when push comes to shove: in today's parlance, a one-man sleeper cell. He reminded me immediately of Ferric Jagger of Norman Spinrad's the Iron Dream, and I could easily imagine an alternate dimension blurb for this book:
"Let science fiction virtuoso Malcolm X transport you to a far-future Earth, where only Dan Freeman stands between the remnants of true black humanity and annihilation at the hands of the totally evil Whiteys and the mindless hordes they completely control."
In the final analysis, and as action and violence escalated, "Spook" became indistinguishable from a million right-wing survivalist pulps I've read over the years.
Yet Spook is better than most of those: it can be well written ("wall-to-wall drags with split-level minds, control color TV souls and credit-card hearts," "another black baby with no future in the land of milk and honey, replete with goodies in white plastic cases for god's own children with white plastic faces,") even though style is used only as a means of propaganda, never to be style itself. The book is likewise for the most part humorless, and casually sexist. But the first half, before it becomes survivalist porn, seems deeply indebted to "Invisible Man," and the protagonist, as he goes about his Machiavellian business, refers to the many masks he must wear to conceal his true identity and motives in "ofay's" world. There is a self-conscious at work in him often lacking in revenge-fantasy novels, as he seems at times to see what he's doing as bad, but seeing it as the only way, the Final Solution. He's an ends justify the means, egg/omelet sort of guy, which I've never been, believing more in individual responsibility than groupthink, so everything he tries to accomplish by the way he tries to accomplish it basically disgusts me.
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I never can understand why one oppressed people oppressing another group of people sounds like a smart move, or why scapegoating an entire group of people for evil done isn't seen as blatantly idiotic. I could tell Freeman my grandparents were potato-pickers in Ireland and besides what did I ever do to you? but he would answer, "you were born, honky," and I would say "well fuck you then, asshole," and then we'd kill each other and that would be the end of that (only in Freeman's world I wouldn't be able to kill him because I'm white). I guess the point of race riots as used in "Spook" is to show righteous fury, and for those ignored to be ignored no more. But it still seems like an impotent and futile gesture, like a man punching himself in the nuts, and it effects people who live with you who want nothing/have nothing to do with it. And when you escalate into a full-on war and use Us vs. Them tactics you force people to pick sides they don't want and shouldn't have to pick in the first place. Any time you judge someone for how YOU think they should live THEIR lives, and then create a one-dimensional boogieman out of them, in fact any time you treat a person as a group or type and not as a person is a bad scene as far as I'm concerned, and it's one of the main reasons I hate politics, black, white, left or right.
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But also in general I just can't stand "satires" or novels in general where the antagonist is shown no respect. "Whitey" here is shown no respect, and neither are his "Uncle Tom" minions, or the "liberal honkeys" that try to integrate "n**gers," but only so far (somewhere along the way integration became affirmative action?). You'd think a race as stupid, lazy and arrogant as the whites described here wouldn't be able shit straight, let alone enslave anyone for 300 years.
Another major problem I had with the novel concerns its major plot point: I know as much about black gangs in the 60's as I do about living in ghettos, but if the movie The Warriors taught me anything it's the tallest nail gets the hammer. I can't believe for a minute a stranger could walk in and take a gang over without some resistance, or that there wouldn't be members in the gang willing to snitch on his plans for some cash. Also, where's the other "race gangs" during the race riots/mass murdering? Where's the Mob? I don't think the notoriously racist Mob would let a small-time black gang ruin their business any more than I think the USA government would let them ruin theirs. Once again, this novel seems to grossly underestimate the oppressing powers of the Man.
But all that being said, "Spook" had the perfect alchemy of action and self-righteous anger to make it extremely readable. And Len Deighton is right on the back when he says, "Will cause many readers great annoyance- and what more can a writer ask than that?" "It's annoying!" doesn't sound like the greatest praise you can give a book, but as you can see by how worked up I've gotten, it works for "the Spook Who Sat by the Door."