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B : decent courtroom drama, though falls back on the simplistic too readily See our review for fuller assessment.
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The Swedish publishers presented Quicksand as en rättegångsthriller, but it's more courtroom-drama than -thriller.
The novel opens with a very short -- just a page long -- tableau of the scene of the crime, a classroom with a handful of the dead and dying and the one that hasn't: "even got as much as a bruise", but then jumps forward nine months, to the beginning of the trial of Maria (Maja) Norberg, case B 147/66.
Adults, on the other hand, want to make up their own minds about which story best matches their beliefs. People aren't interested in what others say or think, what they have gone through, what conclusions they have drawn. People are interested in hearing only what they think they already know.For her, this courtroom spectacle aligns with that. Maja knows she is a notorious figure, a tabloid cover girl about whom the nation has made up its mind. And the two versions of her story being presented in the courtroom are both tailored to spin the facts this way or that; she has an excellent defense lawyer, but he's as little interested in determining what actually happened as the prosecutor is: he only wants to get her off, and the prosecutor only wants to convince the judges of her extensive guilt. (Continental European-style, this is not a jury-trial, but one before a panel of judges.) So too, Maja acknowledges near the conclusion: You all probably won't even remember how this trial ends, whether I'm found guilty, or what I'm found guilty of. [...] My truth will soon exist nowhere but in the binders full of material from my trial, archived in a cold basement.Yet her telling suggests even that will not be the entire truth -- just the bureaucratic outcome. It's her own story, with its nuances and details, that is meant to be revealing, that is meant to be the truth. Withholding so much of the actual testimony, and the prosecution spin, and filling in details left out of the trial, Maja is, of course, a suspect narrator. And it's not like she didn't do something: she acknowledges pulling the trigger, for one; she admits to one murder -- but her claim is it was an act of necessity -- and she acknowledeges responsibility for another (but it was an 'accident' ...). And while author Giolito seems to side strongly with her protagonist, even she leaves at least a hint of ambiguity in all the tellings: possibly, Maja is entirely innocent, but we can't be entirely sure. (That said, the book could have used with more uncertainty about this question.) Before testifying, Maja realizes: "Once I have told my story, there will be no going back". She commits to a version -- an explanation, for the court, for herself, for the readers. Yet she doesn't even describe her own testimony in court; presumably, it's a version of what she reveals to the reader in the rest of her account, but it's unclear whether she reveals as much, or the same details. It's unclear to what extent the judges are presented with the same version that readers are, or whether it's a sanitized one, limited information revealed under the guiding hand of the practiced defense attorney (as one would imagine and hope). Maja is a teenage narrator, and Giolito is successful enough in capturing her voice that Quicksand has an unfortunate YA-feel to it. Maja's understanding is not fully mature -- and Giolito not strong enough a writer to allow for adult insights while relying on such a narrator. So this is a love-and-society novel that remains strictly at YA level -- letting Maja off the hook in yet another way: she's too young to really understand all this. That all works, in some ways -- as (young-)character-study Quicksand is arguably quite successful -- but also leaves the novel feeling more shallow than it should be, given the weighty subject-matter(s), as well. Worse is that Giolito doesn't try a bit harder for a bit more subtlety. But, no, bad boy Sebastian -- repeating a grade, which is how he and Maja hook up -- has to be: "the son of the richest man in Sweden, Claes Fagerman", and the boyfriend-foil has to be the ultimate feel-good story, the boy from the wrong side of the tracks made good, the stellar student, Samir. Even Giolito seems to realize she is pushing it here, having Maja admit, when she learns where Samir lives: Was I surprised when I looked up his address ? Maybe. Maybe because it was Tensta, one of the ghettos with the worst reputations, it seemed too extreme somehow, like it was made up.No kidding. But Giolito lays it on thick with this and a lot else, like the fast and fancy lifestyles: at one point Claes sends his helicopter to pick up Maja from her grandfather's country home, for example. It's not unreasonable that the kids at Djursholm Upper Secondary School include the ultra-privileged -- and that they act this way. (Well, Sebastian's parties are a bit over the top.) But, for example, Maja's upper middle class parents -- mom is a corporate lawyer, dad a successful money man -- swoon over their baby being a Fagerman chosen-one astonishingly blindly -- indeed, so ridiculously that readers looking to see Maja as an unreliable narrator could easily take these passages as proof that her account is entirely -- and exaggeratedly, to the point of not being credible -- subjective. All this might work if there was any psychological insight into this, but here again having an eighteen-year-old narrator works against the novel -- with Giolito not able to slip enough in incidentally to craft a more insightful portrait. Yes, rich man Claes is a bad dad -- though, hey, Sebastian's older brother made it to Harvard -- and there are some father-son issues, but seen only through Maja's limited eyes (which anyway presumably only get a partial picture) the leap from this to schoolroom massacre (and more) remains entirely unconvincing. Throwing in class conflict, with Samir waving the banner (red flag ?) of inequality and wise words from a (Claes-paid) lecturer imported from the US, who warns: "We must be cautious about the social contract. Both parties must uphold their side of the agreement" doesn't add weight to the novel, but rather makes it feel even thinner. The contrast and conflict between (super-)rich and under-privileged is nothing more than cartoonish here. Quicksand is reasonably entertaining, Giolito taking her time in allowing Maja to reveal significant details, and Maja's musings as she faces and goes through her trial are of some interest. Indeed, the focus on the defendant, and how she experiences a trial -- including much of the off-time between courtroom appearances -- is an interesting perspective, and a welcome change from the traditional courtroom drama that generally focuses so intently on the lawyers. Legally, it's slightly more disappointing, especially in how suspiciously quickly a verdict comes in: "The written verdict will be delivered later; it will contain a more detailed account of the findings of the court", the judge announces; gee, thanks ..... It's all tied up a bit too TV-movie-like easily in conclusion. Unsurprisingly, youthful characters are rarely fully-formed, and the ones here are no exception: even Maja, whom we get to see in such detail, can't entirely convince. Seen through the youthful eyes, some of the adult characters -- specifically the various parents -- are even more cartoonishly sketched, undermining the gravity of the book's premise(s). As to those who are most obviously guilty, there’s far too little exploration of what might lie behind that, with what blame there is painted much too broadly. Too obviously avoiding getting to (or revealing) the point, at times, with its a bit too clumsily (en)forced pacing, Quicksand is nevertheless a novel that one can sink into -- a bit long, but not sluggish. But ultimately it does have more of a shallow puddle-feel. - M.A.Orthofer, 25 February 2017 - Return to top of the page - Quicksand:
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