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david glover<br />
of fantasy scenarios in which his characters try out actions and identities,<br />
intensifying the rhythms of suspense and, at the same time, connecting up<br />
with the reader’s own fantasy investment in his narratives. Yet though this<br />
lends sharpness and humour to his writing, it adds much less psychological<br />
depth than one might expect. For all the exactness of Leonard’s wary,<br />
hard-nosed street talk and tacky urban realism, there is hardly any detailed<br />
exploration of motive here, and scant regard for origins. Much the same is<br />
true of other, very different writers. Patricia Highsmith has noted that, while<br />
her ‘criminal heroes’ are ‘psychopathic or neurotic’, they are also ‘fairly<br />
likable, or at least not repugnant’. 47 Her most successful creation, the murderer<br />
Tom Ripley, is however something of a mystery man. We learn very<br />
little about his past, apart from a brief glimpse of his difficult childhood with<br />
the contemptuous Aunt Dottie who brought him up. Instead, Highsmith describes<br />
the way in which Ripley is flooded by feelings of hurt and humiliation<br />
that feed his paranoia, ‘swelling’ into a ‘crazy emotion of hate, of affection,<br />
of impatience and frustration’ that impedes his breathing. 48 But these sudden<br />
intensities are quickly absorbed into Highsmith’s impassive, deceptively<br />
transparent prose in which characters and events turn out to be far more<br />
elusive than they appear at first sight. Mundane occurrences can slide imperceptibly<br />
and irretrievably out of control, producing a <strong>fiction</strong> of nagging<br />
indirection in which we are made to feel that ‘surveillance and introspection’<br />
come down to ‘the same thing’. 49<br />
Highsmith is one of the very few women writers to make the world of the<br />
thriller her own and her work is a reminder of just how closed to outsiders<br />
that world has been. While there are now lesbian, Hispanic and many other<br />
variants of the hardboiled private eye, for example, the mainstream thriller<br />
has remained largely immune from such developments and the genre has<br />
attracted relatively few minority writers. So it is appropriate to close with<br />
two recent texts that seem less comfortable with the thriller’s sexual premises<br />
and that have tried to tackle its blind-spots head on. Susanna Moore’s controversial<br />
In the Cut (1995) starts from a woman’s fixation upon male argot<br />
and male power, embedding it within the growing panic that a serial killer<br />
brings to her downtown New York neighbourhood. Part confession, part<br />
investigation, In the Cut records a teacher of creative writing’s search for a<br />
working knowledge of the precinct that polices and gives shape to her desires,<br />
itemising the strange equivalences that resonate throughout street slang –<br />
in which ‘to lash’ is ‘to urinate’ and ‘gangsters’ are a woman’s breasts – until<br />
she comes to a point where an official interrogation turns into intercourse<br />
and the phrase ‘Give it up’ is no longer a demand for information but has become<br />
an explicit sexual command. 50 The woman’s narration is as dangerous<br />
and doomed as anything in Jim Thompson, but it is the delicate anatomical<br />
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