David Brensilver has created a brilliant but pained critique of media and culture in the postmodern era in ExecTV. It is brilliant because of its insights into human motivations; and pained (and painful), because those motivations, in ExecTV, are varied only by degree, running the gamut from malice to ignorance. The postmodern world to the postmodern novelist is chaotic and repugnant--yet worth saving. This is a novel not for the faint-of-heart, but readers who are willing to be challenged, frightened, even disgusted. The pain, it soon becomes clear, is worth it.
ExecTV follows the comically abrasive Dov Montana, a brilliant, self-absorbed documentary filmmaker who wants just one thing: to film an execution, live. With Randall Snell, “the Killer Castrator,” behind bars and on death row, Montana finds the perfect subject for his piece. Snell’s lawyer, Conrad Rangefork Thistle III, is demanding that Snell be permitted to choose his manner of execution. And Dov Montana is determined to be Snell’s guiding hand in his life’s last decisions.
The novel is full to the brim with absurdities, paralleling and accentuating the absurdities of the modern media. Thistle bursts into spontaneous song at the most inappropriate moments. Snell, a seemingly apathetic man, spouts homophobic remarks at the drop of a dime, justifying his murders of gay men with bizarre biblical citations. And Lerz Feingold, the (morbidly obese) man providing the funds for Montana’s foray into reality TV, is described in sickening, almost excessive detail.
The style and content make the message clear: the state of the multimedia industry in 21st century America is so dire as to be irreparable. “The Nielsens,” as Montana calls the millions of sheep-like consumers of mass media and mass entertainment, call the shots--they determine, through their choices, what programs will be canceled and which will be continued--but they are also guided, driven by marketing departments and cheap ploys. Montana endeavors to give them exactly what they want: the cheapest possible ploy, something so absurd, violent, and disgusting as to make clear the cesspool which American media has become.
It is ironically from this central contradiction--Montana’s desire to save the very world he despises--that Brensilver’s aptitude as a writer emerges. Montana is a mass of contradictions, the ultimate victim of postmodern media. His ideas, his brilliance and plans, can never come to fruition due to their unorthodox approach. With this one last attempt to give the people exactly what they crave, by giving in to “the enemy”--”The Nielsens” and all they represent--Montana manages, in some small way, to escape or even beat his persecutors. But in the end, as the cliche goes, there are no winners. “Justice” is served: to the Nielsens; to Randall Snell; and to Dov Montana, perhaps most of all.