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Thunderstruck

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Thunderstruck
By Erik Lar­son
Three Rivers Press, 2007

In Thun­der­struck, like in his ear­lier book Devil In the White City, Erik Lar­son fol­lows two men — one a vision­ary and the other a cold-blooded killer. In this case the hero is Guglielmo Mar­coni, the first man to cre­ate a suc­cess­ful method of wire­less com­mu­ni­ca­tion. The vil­lain is Har­vey Haw­ley Crip­pen, a some­time doc­tor and seller of patent med­i­cines who was to all out­ward appear­ances a kind, gen­tle, upstand­ing cit­i­zen. Lar­son fol­lows the lives of the two men from their births in the third quar­ter of the nine­teenth cen­tury until their paths (although not the men them­selves) met in a very pub­lic way in 1910.

Mar­coni became fas­ci­nated with mag­net­ism and elec­tric­ity at an early age. By his early twen­ties, he had become an obses­sive exper­i­menter, spend­ing days at a time in the lab­o­ra­tory he had put together in the attic of his par­ents’ villa. Mar­coni had a basic idea of what he wanted to do — trans­mit a mes­sage using invis­i­ble waves — and how to do it — he had read descrip­tions of ear­lier exper­i­ments by Hein­rich Hertz and Oliver Lodge — but he worked almost entirely by trial and error. It was this approach, that of a prac­ti­cian rather than a the­o­rist, that would later make Mar­coni the sub­ject of other sci­en­tists’ deri­sion. Marconi’s method of work­ing would also prove costly for his wire­less teleg­ra­phy com­pany, as he built ever larger and more com­plex instal­la­tions on the coasts of Eng­land, Canada, and the United States, try­ing to per­fect wire­less trans-Atlantic com­mu­ni­ca­tion with­out hav­ing a firm grasp on the under­ly­ing laws of physics.

Har­vey Crip­pen, trained in home­o­pathic med­i­cine at the Uni­ver­sity of Michi­gan, worked in a vari­ety of med­ical pro­fes­sions. He had a pri­vate med­ical prac­tice in San Diego and was employed as an optometrist in St. Louis, but spent the bulk of his career work­ing for var­i­ous patent med­i­cine com­pa­nies in Philadel­phia, New York, and Lon­don. Crip­pen worked hard to sup­port his wife, Cora, whose exotic tastes in clothes, fur­ni­ture, and jew­el­ery, along with the pur­suit of her unre­al­is­tic ambi­tions of becom­ing a famous singer, proved very expen­sive. The Crip­pens pre­sented the front of a happy cou­ple, but mis­trust, betrayal, and Cora’s con­trol­ling nature lurked beneath the surface.

Lar­son does a won­der­ful job of set­ting the scene for his two sto­ries. Edwar­dian Lon­don is the chief set­ting, as both Mar­coni and Crip­pen spend fair amounts of time there. But the other side of the Atlantic — and indeed the ocean itself — also serve impor­tant roles, as ships and radio waves travel back and forth. My com­plaint about Larson’s pre­vi­ous books has been that his use of dia­log and descrip­tions of indi­vid­u­als’ thought and feel­ings strains his­tor­i­cal cred­i­bil­ity. Lar­son does a much bet­ter job in Thun­der­struck, using less dia­log and more explic­itly cit­ing his sources within the text itself.

I found the two sto­ries fas­ci­nat­ing — espe­cially that of Mar­coni — but through much of the book I felt that the con­nec­tion between the men is ten­u­ous at best. By the end Lar­son makes a pretty good argu­ment for com­bin­ing the two, but I’m not sure that I’m con­vinced. Still, he knows how to tell a good story, and Thun­der­struck makes for a com­pelling read.

River of Ruin

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River Of Ruin
By Jack B. Du Brul
New Amer­i­can Library, 2002

Min­ing engi­neer Philip Mer­cer attends a Paris rare book auc­tion, charged by a friend with buy­ing a nineteenth-century jour­nal writ­ten by Godin de Lep­inay. Lep­inay explored Panama dur­ing the plan­ning stages of the Panama Canal, and Mercer’s friend Gary Bar­ber thinks that the jour­nal might offer some clues to find­ing a fabled Incan trea­sure. At the auc­tion, a mys­te­ri­ous Chi­nese bid­der buys every­thing asso­ci­ated with the Panama Canal. Luck­ily the auc­tion­eer is an old friend of Mercer’s, and sets aside the jour­nal for him. But, Mer­cer doesn’t make it very far from the auc­tion house before he finds him­self being pur­sued by three Chi­nese assas­sins. He leads them on a chase through the cat­a­combs and sew­ers of Paris, even­tu­ally man­ag­ing to escape with the jour­nal intact.

Mer­cer then trav­els to Panama as quickly as he can, intend­ing to meet up with his friend. He arrives at Berber’s base camp deep in the jun­gle only to find the whole team dead. Mer­cer and Cap­tain Lau­ren Vanik, a U.S. Army offi­cer sta­tioned nearby, scope out the area, and are nearly killed by another team of Chi­nese mer­ce­nar­ies. Real­iz­ing that they have stum­bled into the mid­dle of some sin­is­ter plot, they set out to inves­ti­gate fur­ther. Along the way, they are joined by a team of French For­eign Legion­naires, a for­mer canal pilot, and a retired sea cap­tain, and reveal an impend­ing Chi­nese power-grab on the world stage.

I picked this book up because I was curi­ous what one of Clive Cussler’s “co-writers” writes under his own name. Unsur­pris­ingly, Cus­sler and DuBrul seem to be cut from the same cloth. River of Ruin con­tains many of the ele­ments that make up the stan­dard Cus­sler for­mula: a rugged scientist/adventurer, a gor­geous and very capa­ble love inter­est, an archae­o­log­i­cal puz­zle, water-based action sequences, and a nefar­i­ous plot to take over the world. DuBrul’s tale comes across as a bit more grounded in real­ity than do many of Cussler’s, how­ever; River of Ruin is still a thrill-a-minute adven­ture novel, but it is lergely free of the “oh, come on!” moments that abound in Cussler.

Sock

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Sock
By Penn Jil­lette
St. Martin’s Grif­fin, 2004

Sock is, at its heart, a mys­tery novel; a woman is mur­dered and the pro­tag­o­nist, a police­man, sets out to find her killer. But, as one might expect from the self-described “larger, louder half” of Penn & Teller, this is far from your stan­dard detec­tive novel. The story is nar­rated by Dickie, the main character’s sock mon­key. Dickie’s owner, who we only know as ‘the Lit­tle Fool’ for most of the book, is a cop, but he’s not a detec­tive. He’s a police diver who spends most of his time pulling bod­ies out of New York’s East River; he doesn’t nor­mally solve cases. But, when one of the bod­ies he retrieves turns out to be that of Nell, one of his ex-girlfriends, the Lit­tle Fool decides to try his hand at detec­tive work.

He has to do so in a com­pletely unof­fi­cial capac­ity, of course, and he enlists the help of Tommy, Nell’s best friend and pedi­curist. The unlikely part­ners spend all their free time try­ing to recon­struct Nell’s last days and fig­ure out who might have mur­dered her. They get a break in the form of a note from the killer. But, as the Lit­tle Fool finds the note pinned to another body he pulls out of the river, it also means that they’re deal­ing with a dan­ger­ous psy­chopath who will almost cer­tainly kill again.

Penn’s sock mon­key nar­ra­tor cer­tainly pro­vides an inter­est­ing twist, but I found Dickie’s stream-of-consciousness nar­ra­tive style to be some­what dis­tract­ing. I could get used to it after awhile, but it made for a slow start every time I picked up the book. Also, although Penn has a fairly inter­est­ing story to tell, he does it in a very vul­gar man­ner. I’m not eas­ily offended, but I found the sheer quan­tity of curs­ing and descrip­tions of sex acts to be a bit much. I read some of this book while trav­el­ing, and at times I felt the need to cover chap­ter titles so that peo­ple around me wouldn’t see them. I can’t really rec­om­mend this book; I’d say that your time would be much bet­ter spent watch­ing some of Penn & Teller’s won­der­ful magic or their in-your-face skep­tic series “Bull­shit!” on Showtime.