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Working-class monster

Relatives say Martin Amis' new memoir exploits his murdered cousin, and they're right -- but not in the way they think.

Martin Amis
Martin Amis  

June 29, 2000
Web posted at: 3:16 p.m. EDT (1916 GMT)


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Brilliant style, often served cold

Looking for light

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(SALON) - What does celebrated English novelist Martin Amis have to do with Britain's most grisly serial killer? Fred West was a pedophile who raped, tortured and killed, a man who even murdered two of his own children. Amis' cousin Lucy Partington was one of West's victims. In his new memoir, "Experience," Amis devotes great attention to Lucy's fate. The book flap trumpets Martin's relationship with his father, Kingsley (a literary giant of the post-War period), and his kinship to Lucy equally. The author tells us he keeps two photos by his desk: one of Lucy and one of Delilah, his 20-year-old daughter, whom he had never met until 1995.

Now Lucy's family -- particularly Lucy's sister Marian -- has gone on record saying that Amis barely knew Lucy. They claim that Amis has capitalized on his slender relationship with his cousin in order to peddle "Experience." Marian says, "The story of Lucy is being used to sell this book."

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The Sunday Times of London recently took up Marian's cry. Being pilloried in the press is nothing new for Amis -- the British media has been air-guitaring a "greedy Martin" riff ever since he once had the temerity to hold out for a good publishing deal. He has even been accused of making money out of Auschwitz with his Holocaust novel, "Time's Arrow." But the complaint this time is that the tragedy of Lucy's killing has been annexed into Amisworld, and the family is resisting his version of the truth.

Marian has contacted Amis and his publisher to complain about inaccuracies and "betrayals," but what seems to have upset her most is the sense in which Lucy's life has been made over by a famous author's inauthentic account. This work, she claims, is presented as straightforward autobiography when fictional speculation often usurps the facts of the case.

Amis is dismayed. Of Marian he says that he is "distressed that she's distressed. But I'm writing about my life and Lucy is a part of my life." But there's the rub: How much was Lucy a part of Martin Amis' life?

Not much at all, according to Marian, and Amis admits to meeting Lucy on only a few occasions before her disappearance in 1973 (when Amis was 24). Yet so strongly does Lucy feature in "Experience" -- in tender portraits of the two suggestive of endless country-garden English summers as childhood friends -- that it's shocking to hear claims that Amis knew the family only remotely.

Brilliant style, often served cold

Let it be said: Martin Amis has never been served well by the critics and the literary establishment in Britain. As for the tabloids, they lick their lips and their hatchets when this stuff goes down. The pyrotechnic brilliance of his style is envied and his wintry reserve is resented. But one thing generally agreed upon even by admirers is that his work is a compassion-free zone. The fashionable cynicism and frigid irony of the '80s, during which he made his mark, are out of vogue now. He knows this.

One reads "Experience" with mounting excitement because Amis seems at last to have discovered this missing element. The memoir contains some of his best writing to date -- except for this vexed subject of Lucy, where there is a dose of too much lyricism, a splash of too much manufactured sentiment.

Anyone familiar with Amis' fiction can puzzle out the reason for this undue emphasis on Lucy, and for the artificiality of the passages about her. Amis the novelist has always had a favorite trope. His novels invariably contain working-class monsters who prey, drooling and slavering in (usually) Cockney accents, upon the innocent or naive middle classes. Amis is at his funniest and most coruscating when he makes us giggle at the dialogue, the phonetics and even the violence of these characters. Amis fils is a chip off the old block in treating anyone who speaks in accents other than BBC English (working-class Brits, country yokels, Americans) as "unbelievable," training on them the same kind of entertained astonishment with which one might regard a chimpanzee dressed in a fez and embroidered waistcoat. He never finds a similar humor in the clipped vowels and paralyzed rhythms of British middle-class speech, and darkness always seethes, vaporous and malign, from the uneducated side of the track.

"I am a novelist," Amis heralds at the outset of the memoir, "trained to use experience for other ends. Why should I tell the story of my life?" He pushes this further, promising "to speak, for once, without artifice." Yet it is in turning Lucy's story into a bit of artifice that the memoir gets stuck. Lucy is emblematic. Lucy becomes an instrument in his favorite device. The horror and the grief suffered over her fate are dissolved and reconfigured to serve the purposes of the trained novelist.

Looking for light

Amis tirelessly repeats that the name Lucy means "light," that Lucy wrote poetry and studied medieval literature. An unbending ray of light, he tells us, Lucy walked into darkness, the darkness he has so often located in the predatory hearts of the working class. He juxtaposes an articulate juvenile poem of Lucy's against a comically misspelled and Neolithic missive that the hideous West scratched out in his prison cell. When Amis learned about Lucy, he must have seen -- in horrible and giant relief -- confirmation of his view of the social order. His old class horror had been written in blood and light.

Amis genuinely weeps for Lucy, there's no doubt. But he does so only because while she's close enough to count, she's distant enough for safety. He numbers her among his "missing," which include his father and his long-absent daughter. At the same time he betrays no emotion at witnessing his parents' separation, or over his own divorce; and while he squeezes out a tear when it comes to his separation from his sons after that divorce, his emotional tepidness over his "lost daughter" is -- considering how much he makes of his attachment to the distant Lucy -- the oddest omission of all.

For any man, suddenly learning that he has a grown daughter at 46 must be a scorching experience. But while Amis engages in a dignified lamentation and the construction (to say invention would be unfair) of an intense emotional response to the ultimately unknown details of Lucy's last days, he tells us little of his feelings about the daughter with whom he is reconciled. We're offered only the cold facts of the date and place of reunion. And yet Amis insists that his daughter's absence has unconsciously haunted his every novel.

I don't believe Amis ever considered that the notoriety of the Fred West case would help move copies of "Experience." Amis is probably above all that. But in writing the book, he let the novelist take over when the memoirist should have been in charge. The underclass monster, West, and his innocent victim, Lucy, were too much like characters he could have invented himself.

Sure, "Experience" shows an evolution in Amis' work, and a great tenderness in the portrait of Kingsley, even from a distance, as well as hurt and betrayal over his rift with writer Julian Barnes. But where "Experience" doesn't deliver on its autobiographical promise is in its avoidance of the lesser horrors and humor of everyday defeats: the divorces, the responsibilities to your kids, the unspectacular and unsensational events.

Perhaps Martin Amis stands accused of doing no more than what all novelists do, and if "Experience" were a novel then there would be no significant charge to answer. Meanwhile, poor Lucy's fate rightly belongs to another family's experience, and in someone else's memoir.



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