January 9, 2009

Imre Kertész: Detective Story

Posted in Kertész Imre at 8:00 am by John Self

Imre Kertész continues to enjoy the privilege accorded to Nobel laureates, of having his books trickle-translated into English, in the most profitable manner possible to the publishers. That’s a bit unfair – nobody will be retiring on the proceeds of these titles. But it’s worth noting that, while Detective Story was originally published in Hungary in 1977 in the same volume as The Pathseeker, here the two books have been published individually, at full price, despite barely scraping 100 pages and 25,000 words each.


Detective Story – perhaps now we’re getting to it – suffers in comparison to The Pathseeker. After a framing preface, it begins like this:

I wish to tell a story. A simple story. You may ultimately call it a sickening one, but that does not change its simpleness. I wish therefore to tell a simple and sickening story.

An arresting opener, an eye-catching hook. And this is where the problem lies: while The Pathseeker moved by inference and the unspoken, Detective Story is much more straightforward and open, and less interesting as a result.

The subject, as ever with Kertész, is tyrannical regimes and their consequences, though here he has moved the territory to South America. Detective Story is the memoir, or confession, of Antonio Martens, a lieutenant of the secret police in a recently deposed dictatorship, now awaiting trial in prison. The story is introduced by his defence lawyer.

Do not be surprised by his way with words. In Martens’s eyes the world must have seemed like pulp fiction come true, with everything taking place in accordance with the monstrous certainty and dubious regularities of the unvarying dramatic form – or choreography, if you prefer – of a horror story. Let me add, not in his defence but merely for the sake of the truth, that this horror story was written not by Martens alone but by reality, too.

The last sentence indicates Kertész’s wider interest: not that he absolves Martens of his responsibilities, but that he understands his type to be a cog in the machinery of totalitarian power. “Power first, then the law,” one of Martens’s colleagues says, reminding him of the proper ranks in his world, a world where “we take away the offender’s mind, shred his nerves, paralyze his brain.” Martens is accompanied on this task by Rodriguez and Diaz, both of whom frighten him and contribute to his persistent headaches. “A person has to believe in something to be such a nasty piece of work,” says Martens of Diaz, but we discover little of what he himself believes.

Their quarry is Enrique Salinas, the son of well-to-do Federigo Salinas. Once suspicion alights on the boy, all evidence is interpreted to point to his guilt.

Our records had already identified that Enrique was going to perpetrate something sooner or later. As far as we were concerned, his fate was sealed, even if he himself had not yet made up his mind. He was hesitating, playing for time. He roamed the streets or wrote in his diary, raced around in his Alfa Romeo, visited on friends, or popped into bed with some silky-smooth kitten, if he happened to feel so inclined.

This is where one of the problems arises. In order to add complexity, Kertész must allow the reader to have insight into Salinas’s mind, which involves Martens, in his prison cell, being allowed to have Salinas’s diary to hand. “No particular difficulties were raised.” This rank implausibility, which seriously destabilises the reader’s suspension of disbelief, is matched only by the notion that Salinas, putative challenger to the totalitarian regime, should have recorded his activities in diary form. “That was Enrique for you. He loved and hated, he was secretive yet kept exhaustive records of his secrets.” The diaries themselves contain some nicely executed meditations on power and dependence:

This morning the lame woman who sells newspapers … She has a daughter, a delightful child, quite clearly the newspaper woman’s only hope in life. She spends more than she can afford on clothing her, showers her with sweets. This morning the little girl ran away from her and came to a stop farther off in the traffic. The mother called, in vain: the girl teased her from afar, thumbing her nose, pulling faces. The lame newspaper woman kept coaxing her: “Come here, my child, there’s a nice girl. Eat your chocolate!” Finally the child sidled up to her. As soon as she was within reach, the newspaper woman grabbed her and started hitting her – with the tenacity of the wretched and the mercilessness of those who have had their hopes made a mockery of.

Even though Kertész is careful to leave much unsaid, the overall impression of Detective Story is that it is too specific in its particulars.  It is weaker than The Pathseeker, which kept its powder dry, or Fateless, which offered a rare new angle on an old subject.  Like the Salinas family, if it had said less, it might have fared better in the end.

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16 Comments »

  1. My next review is going to be on The Pathseeker, John, and then that left me with (I think) just this one left of his English translations. You’ve convinced me to “complete” Kertész until much later.

    By the way, don’t let this discourage you from reading Liquidation. It’s still my favorite of his.

  2. John Self said,

    Thanks Trevor – I will keep Liquidation in mind, and I had read somewhere else that Kaddish for an Unborn Child was one of Kertész’s best. I will have to go back to your blog to refresh my memory on what you said about it.

  3. I remember really enjoying Kaddish for an Unborn Child at the time, but it has since faded in my memory. I do remember some key insights from the breathless rant, though, and think the overall idea is very compelling.

  4. JRSM said,

    I have to be an annoying dissenter here: I read ‘Liquidation’ very soon after ‘The Pathseeker’ (which I thought was wonderful), and it too suffered in comparison. But ‘THe Pathseeker’ was SO good I want to feel that Kertész thrill again: ‘Kaddish…’ might be the ticket.

  5. claire said,

    Hi John Self, this is unrelated to your post but you’ve an award over at my blog: http://kissacloud.blogspot.com/2009/01/premio-dardos-award.html

    Have a great week! :D

  6. I have given you an award. You can see it on my blog. This is one of those things you are supposed to pass along like a chain letter. This is why I only gave it to the few blogs I think actually deserve it.

  7. John Self said,

    Thank you very much ladies. Your kindness is appreciated. You wait months for an award and then two come along at once!

  8. Lee Monks said,

    I bet you feel like Ronaldo, John…

    Yet another Amazon parcel on its way (what economic crisis etc)…I eagerly look forward to The Pathseeker. I’ve got through Varieties Of Disturbance and next up it’s 2666, but Kertesz will follow…I must stick to some kind of disciplined reading for a change, a resolution still intact 13 days in…

  9. John Self said,

    Disciplined reading? Well, I did have the notion this year that I would alternate between English language and books in translation, but that’s already looking shaky (though there was one book between Kertész and Hermans, James Schuyler’s Alfred and Guinevere, that I haven’t reviewed yet and might not), as all my recent acquisitions have been Eng lang stuff. I’ve also given up on two books recently, but have finally settled on something satisfying with Ross Raisin’s God’s Own Country. That, plus my reviewing will not be as prolific this year as it has been for the last two years.

  10. Lee Monks said,

    How so? Is ’09 due to be particularly frantic?

  11. John Self said,

    It’s certainly looking that way!

  12. Lee Monks said,

    Well, do stick around as much as humanly possible, my workday (and beyond) needs yer! Seriously, you’re a rarely trustworthy chap when it comes to the books so I hope (rather selfishly!) whatever it is that eats your time won’t affect proceedings too much…

  13. John Self said,

    Thanks Lee. So do I. I will keep you informed. Still, if I have to stick to shorter books, then at least I might eventually get around to reading Present Tense.

  14. Stewart said,

    …you’re a rarely trustworthy chap

    I take it that’s meant to be really? :-D

  15. Lee Monks said,

    Indeed! Often! I was about to leave work and my nemesis sits right in my line of sight, so that may explain the faux pas!!

    And ‘Perfect Tense’ is an excellent read, and shouldn’t take up too much time…

  16. JRSM said,

    Argh, I just Premios Dardosed you too. It’s like a plague! http://causticcovercritic.blogspot.com/2009/01/non-covery-aside.html


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