La peur au ventre est l'histoire d'un jeune garçon qui vit toute sa vie en une seule nuit. Il a seize ans. C'est ce soir-là qu'il a décidé de tuer AI Judge. Ces quelques heures de recherche et de violence ont la qualité d'un cauchemar. L'atmosphère de la boîte de nuit, les filles et, bien entendu, le whisky... l'appartement étrange qui maintenant n'abrite plus qu'une femme égarée, le moment embarrassant de l'extase, les rues vides et terrifiantes à l'aube, AI Judge enfin retrouvé, l'aboiement sec du revolver... L'enfant s'effondre : il a découvert l'abîme qui sépare l'univers candide de ses rêves du monde des adultes.
Stanley Bernard Ellin was a mystery writer of short stories and novels. He won the Edgar Allan Poe Award three times and the Grand Prix de Litterature Policiere once, and in 1981 he was awarded with the Mystery Writers of America's highest honor, the Grand Master Award.
This isn't something I'd typically choose to read, but when it's looking at you longingly from a shelf in the famous 'Book Farm' how could I not? This was a short novel which could be read in one sitting if one has the time. It is a part thriller, part coming of age type novel, which gave me serious 'Catcher in the Rye' vibes more than once, I should say.
The story focuses on sixteen year old George, who, throughout the novel has it ingrained in his mind that he has to kill a man, who goes by the name of Al Judge. George's actual adventure of sorts takes place within around twelve hours, so the reader has enough time to listen to George's repetitiveness. Ellin has made it so George says the same line much too often, and eventually it drove me batty. (Hence 'Catcher in the Rye' vibes.)
There are some comical parts in here, ones that defuse a more serious and possibly morbid situation. I'm not sure I'd go out of my way to read more of Ellin's work any time soon, but it's a possibility for the future.
Atípica novel·la negra americana. Acció trepidant. El protagonista, quan comença la novel·la, és un noi, i quan la novel·la acaba, 24 hores després, és un home. És el que passa quan la vida va massa de pressa.
This was Stanley Ellin's first novel and maybe his best. Its a kind of Catcher in the Rye Noir. A teenage boy sees his father humiliated where the father tends bar. The boy furious decides to track the man down and kill him. Some of the scenes are remarkably similar to some in Catcher in the Rye. The tone of adolescent rebellion against adult hypocrisy also owes a debt to Catcher in the Rye. Its a wonderful story in its own right and worth the time if you can track down a copy.
Theres a beautiful story about how i came to read Dreadful Summit, and the moral of this story is that you must never judge a book by its cover. I heard that phrase somewhere, don't know if you've heard it before. You see, the stark, exciting cover on this particular edition of the novella was favoured by Penguin's marketing department and became one of a series of postcards. A good friend spotted said postcard, and, given my predilection for mountains, thought of me.
Years later, on a whim and to satisfy one of my many eccentricities, i sought out the actual book to match the postcard i have displayed in my house. And so on ebay, i found it.
George LaMain watches his father get beaten by the local press baron, and vows to avenge him.
That is the plot. Its short - a little over 100 pages - and its all set in one night. George sneaks out of his house with two tickets to a wrestling match, thinking he can sneak up on Al Judge (the press baron) and 'do him in', using his dad's gun. George does not take into account the characters he'll meet along the way, nor could he possibly have imagined this one act would lead to his transition from boy to man, in a sexual sense.
There are no mountains in this novel, i can tell you that. The narrative is taut but undistractedly wavy - George's head is a fascinating place to inhabit, as his thoughts sway from the present, to the past, to literature, exaggerating and catastrophising. If this was today, George would have been diagnosed as 'on the spectrum'. Some of his actions are very questionable and certainly not relatable - pointing a gun at a baby - but others are recognisable. Seeing the worst case scenario of every situation, reading too much into offhand comments.
It feels like a classic American novel, like Catcher in the Rye or maybe even The Mosquito Coast, and as such it does actually leave a lasting effect, even if you weren't aware at the time. Its not brilliant - i couldn't sympathise with the protagonist and it highlights a culture that i don't particularly like - but it was an interesting read.
And, bottom line, i've read it. Which satisfies a weird quirk of my personality.
L’adolescent "Georgie" LaMain és seriós. Li agrada llegir. Té un comportament força madur per la seva edat. I si es posa una corbata i el barret del seu pare, ben bé pot passar per un home adult.
Trobo que té molt mèrit per part de l’autor ser capaç d’escriure les reflexions que es fa el protagonista talment com se les faria un noi de setze anys, que no veu la realitat com la veuen els adults, ni entén correctament les situacions, i arriba a conclusions errònies que en certs moments fins i tot ens fan gràcia, si no fos per el dramatisme de la història. Una novel·la curta on tot succeeix en una nit. I no pots deixar de llegir. Molt bona.
Desprès de llegir la novel·la hem vist el film clàssic “The Big Night” (1951), de Joseph Losey. És força fidel al llibre, excepte alguns detalls, com ara la relació del noi amb Marion o el que li va succeir a Frances i, sobre tot, el desenllaç final. Ens ha semblat una bona pel·lícula, però no ens ha atrapat de la forma com ho ha fet la novel·la.
This book could be called a coming-of-age story, but in this case, it happens at warp speed for sixteen-year-old George. The action of the story all takes place within about twelve hours. On page 5 (in my edition) George announces “I think I liked Al Judge a lot before I knew I had to kill him.” In a few pages, we figure out why George thinks he has to kill Al Judge, and for almost the whole rest of the book, the reader is torn between hoping George succeeds or fails at this mission. Variations on the phrase “I had to kill Al Judge” appear with, for me, an annoying frequency, throughout the first half or so of the book. I think Ellin does a pretty good job of portraying the thought process of a sixteen-year old boy, (I can’t be sure, never having been one), and that’s probably the cause of all the repetition. At any rate, the reader is unlikely to forget George’s mission, even if they only read one page a day. I like the novel overall, and it’s a quick read due to its shortness, and the urgency which makes you want to hurry up and get to the part when and if George finally catches up with Al Judge. George is a bumbler, and the novel is almost comical with all the delays George runs into as he follows Al Judge around the city, except that the presence of the gun keeps reminding us how serious things are going to get, eventually.