A week ago Michael Dirda praised a new novel by Sarah Waters. I hadn’t heard of Waters or her talent, so I went to my local shop and picked up Fingersmith, her 2002 novel, which I finished reading yesterday. I now want to read all her novels. Such is the influence of a good critic-reviewer, and, more importantly, a very good novel.
Fingersmith was full of surprises, including one of my favorite literary devices, a dual narration of the same events. This device works well in modern classics like Fowles’ The Collector and a contemporary classic like Priest’s The Prestige. I sometimes call these “duel narrations”, because a good dual narration fights with perception, the reader’s and the characters therein, and to write well of events from multiple viewpoints requires rare talent and skill.
Maud and Sue, the storytellers of Fingersmith, are surrounded by colorful minor characters–my favorites are the smut-inclined uncle, and a moaning sick woman in the Sucksby house that nobody ever sees and who is ultimately forgotten. The fog and soot soaked London and country settings seemed more influenced by Conan Doyle and Poe’s Usher house than by Dickens (Waters gets compared to Dickens, but I like her better–her characters say “fuck” often), and Waters’ way with fright and suspense seems better than any American novelist writing today.