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The Four Fingers of Death

por Rick Moody

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Montese Crandall, a down-on-his-luck writer with a wife who is gravely ill, pens a novelization of the 2025 remake of a 1963 horror movie, wherein an animated dismembered arm, missing its middle finger, is the only remnant that returns to Earth from a mission to Mars.
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After reading through to the end, reread the beginning! Using the conceit of a schlocky adaptation of a schlocky film is at times challenging but I found the second novel within a novel far more entertaining than the first. ( )
  monicaberger | Jan 22, 2024 |
This one lost me at about the halfway point. It doesn't seem to really be about anything. I mean I guess you could say it's about how screwed Western culture is, but he's not very subtle in his satire, and it wasn't very satisfying, as a theme. He doesn't use his characters to bring you along to his obvious sense of despair for our future. So you just don't care. Or at least I didn't care. ( )
  bookwrapt | Mar 31, 2023 |
Overlong and over-indulgent.

There is a sense of deterioration reading this one. The opening section is entertaining, downright enjoyable. This is followed by a mission-to-Mars which, while heavily flawed, at least can be enjoyed as a sort of "literary author attempts to write low-budget sci-fi" production. The third part, an overwritten re-telling of the 1963 film The Crawling Hand, is downright tedious, ending with an end-of-the-world party that might be interesting if you're one of the three thinking people who haven't had enough of that Burning Man nonsense. The closing bit, a continuation of the story at the beginning, is a disappointing attempt to cast the previous two parts as a the output of an author coping with loss.

Sometimes these neat ideas, they're best left as ideas, right? Or do what Borges did, and just describe that idea, so that people aren't wading through seven hundred pages of your attempt to realize it. ( )
  mkfs | Aug 13, 2022 |
review of
Rick Moody's The Four Fingers of Death
by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - March 6, 2015

Surprise, surprise, my full review is too long for here. Go to: https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/394663-the-middle-finger-of-life to read the whole danged thing.

I'm not familiar w/ Rick Moody. When I was in a used bkstore I noticed this bk & saw that it's Science Fiction by someone who doesn't usually write SF. That interested me. I was w/ my friend who's a Creative Writing prof & I asked him if he knew Moody's work & he sd he'd read his short stories & liked them. So I got this.

The "Introduction by Montese Crandall", the bk's meta-narrative fictional author, begins w/ "People often ask me where I get my ideas." I've always thought that was a particularly stupid question, 'Why from the Ideas store, of course! I've even got a special discount card that I carry around w/ me at all times!' On Goodreads, if one is a "Goodreads Author" like I am, one can answer questions like this to promote one's writing. I answered a question similar to 'Where do you get your ideas?', "Where did you get the idea for your most recent book?", recently but it got displayed as the answer to a different question: "How do you deal with writer’s block?": a problem I've never had & a problem that indicates to me that someone who has it isn't actually much of a writer. You can read my answer here: https://www.goodreads.com/author/1054095.tENTATIVELY_a_cONVENIENCE/questions . This answer cd be construed to be a parody of exactly the kind of pop fiction writing that Moody is, perhaps, a more accomplished than usual example of.

At 1st, I thought this was one of the most hilarious bks I've ever read. It cd easily fit in w/ the likes of Joseph Heller's Catch-22. At 1st, its topicality seemed well-informed & incisive: "After all, the owners and their hand-picked commissioner had already determined that they could not keep ahead of the advances taking place in the demimonde of stealth performance enhancers. What was working well for athletes of the Sino-Indian Economic Compact could work for NAFTA athletes as well." (p 5) NAFTA, the North American Free Trade Agreement that's the nemesis of labor activists, has accomplished its nefarious purposes so well that the US economy has become hopelessly depressed & NAFTA rules (or, at least, did until its effects were all too effective)!

Alas, after a while, this topicality just started seeming glib - just another way of seeming to be on top of the times - w/o having to necessarily be deeply into anything. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I DID find Moody to be very, VERY funny:

"One thing the late twentieth century was good at, besides its mass-marketing: paring away. Omitting needless words. Alluding. Without overstating. Dust bunny under radiator. Cockroach on window blind. Scotch bottles. Heartbreak in the food court. Impotence. Subdivisions. Melanoma. Muffler problems. Upon the advent of the digital age, as you know, writers who went on and just didn't last." - p 8

All this just to introduce Crandall as a Flash Fiction writer of one-sentence works: "For a while, a single scene remained in which the Tara character (called "Serena" in this early draft) sent me out, after lovemaking, for eggs. Eggs! So beautiful! So fecund! Likely to balance on their oblong points during the equinoxes!" (p 9) Is that true? You can witness attempts as it here: http://youtu.be/fGDsj1ZJnMU .

Like most good SF writers, Moody's full of near-future projections rooted in the present: "I do not carry a Taser or other weapon, loaded or unloaded, though this is legal and even encouraged in my state. However, I could easily write at least five pages about these sorts of weapons, the Gatling, the ArmaLite, the Glock, the proton disrupter, revealing a complex and deeply seated need for appurtenances of male power and phallic supremacy, even as I disdain these commonplaces in my everyday life" (p 11)

Moody's (slightly exaggerated or improbable) comedic 'realism' was most impressive for me in "BOOK ONE" in wch the 1st manned Mars mission goes seriously awry. For one thing, he allows health problems, physical & mental, to intrude: "Yes, IBS is just one of the idiosyncrasies I had to sweep under the rug during my long climb through the ranks of astronauts and technicians who peopled the Mars Mission Recruitment Initiative." (pp 63-64)

Moody has the IBS-stricken astronaut narrator make this critique of action films: "My arguments that all action films were about the reimposition of authoritarian regimes and the ratification of violence (politics through other means) were not taken seriously" (p 73) That's pretty much how I explain stadium sports.

There're even philosophical reactions to the void:

"Then Jim reached the second door. The B hatch. His voice crackled from the intercom, "Feel like you're seeing the faces of the people you lost? In the stars?"

"I said: "I calculate my pay every day. I think about how much money I'm saving by being up in a capsule. I haven't eaten out, I haven't bought a new jet pack, I haven't gone on any expensive vacations." And yet in my heart, I knew what Jim was saying. There was a raw inconsolable quality about the void of these expanses." - p 81

&, of course, there's intrigue:

""I'm not trusting him either; I'm not trusting José." If Jim Rose was worried, well there was real cause for worry.

""Last night, before you woke," Jim said, "he got some kind of transmission from Mission Control. I just happened to see it appear in his in-box. What would have happened if I hadn't? the substance of the transmission was this: we're changing the landing coordinates. Does that seem sensible to you?" - p 83

As I've often reminisced recently, I was a research volunteer for space station preparatory living, a NASA funded study for using Behavior Modification to keep people mentally & physically healthy in cramped isolated quarters. "There were some provisions for privacy, like when I was using that nozzle that I needed to use during my highly classified episodes of gastrointestinal distress." (p 91) - &, yes, when I was in the simulated space stn, the one place that wasn't under camera observation was the small shower stall that had a fold-out-from-the-wall toilet seat in it.

Indeed, Moody is actually pretty thorough. I liked it when he delved into the possibilities of 'historic speech': "You know the big controversy about the Apollo mission, right? the moon landings? Neil Armstrong and the famous sentence that he botched? he was supposed to say: "One small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind." Neil got a lot of credit for that sentence, but the fact of the matter is, he mangled it good by leaving out the article." (pp 140-141)

Do you ever wonder about what type of person becomes an astronaut? I'd (sortof) like to do it but I wdn't really be good at it. The qualifications include: calm, cool, collected, capable of performing highly complex technical functions under potentially very deadly conditions. Astronauts are presumably intelligent.. - but also products of long military training, people who have to trust the status quo & have to depend on it for their survival. But there're different views of the matter, such as the independent free-thinking type that Heinlein puts forth in Space Cadet (see my review here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3220256-space-cadet ). Moody explores something similar: as some of the astronauts get further away from Mission Control, they begin to take the ethics PR more seriously:

"["]As I see it, our mission intends the establishment of a planet free from internecine conflict, selfishness, depletion of natural resources, exploitation of labor. Here there are no laws but the laws of mutual respect and indebtedness. We trade with one another, we don't practice loans with interest, we don't recognize an institutionalized religion, excepting the religion of interplanetary exploration, nor do we require laws that regulate private conduct. Our common purpose should be the perpetuation of a new chapter of human history. We believe in the robust health of the Martian colony. And that's to say that the Red Planet is ours!"" - p 176

Good luck w/ that. Moody seems to respect such utopic thinking but he's having none of it - his characters are going to be HUMAN, by wch he seems to mean: they're going to fuck-up big time. &, yeah, this is the near future & Social Security's gone. Please let this not be the case:

""And you remember all this?" I said to José.

""And my Social Security number, from back when I was a kid. Not that it will come in handy now."

""Nope."

"I don't need to go into what Social Security was." - p 183

Yeah, it's all so familiar. EG: I worked at a medical center where I discovered they were doing germ warfare research. See my article entitled "Chemical & Biological Warfare Research" in Street RatBag 4 (June 2001) (if you can find it, wch you probably can't).

""The thing about the M. thanatobacillus is that, like some other gram-positive types of bacteria, it causes illness. Serious illness. I guess the closest relative would be B. anthracis, or maybe the resistant S. aureus, except that M. thanatobacillus goes into a kind of feeding frenzy in the presence of certain carbon-based life-forms, at least when it's heated to the right temperature. A temperature that's rare on Mars. Basically, it causes bodies to sort of . . . disassemble." - pp 183-184

There's a tendency that people have to overcompartmentalize time into arbitrary periods like: 'Oh, that's so '80s'. I usually try to avoid such over-simplifying pitfalls. Nonetheless, I have a fondness for the culture of the '20th century' (whose 20th century?!) that I was born into & as we progress into the '21st century' I find myself looking for defining characteristics. It's w/ this in mind that I might say that the following is so 21st century:

"Overnight, in an opiated insomnia, I engaged in role-playing animations with folks back on Earth, people with missing limbs and general paralysis, the only persons who could tolerate a thirty-odd-minute delay from an exiled respondent. There was a special game for these persons, as there was a special web portal for them, as there was by now a special web portal for just about everyone, including consensual cannibals and people who believed that the members of the Mars mission were being filmed on a soundstage (in the watery city of Tampa, Florida)." - p 231

Recently I reviewed a few Rudy Rucker bks in quick succession: Master of Space and Time ( https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/262856.Master_of_Space_and_Time ), The Hacker and the Ants ( https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/387996-phreak ), & Postsingular ( https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/388646-upping-the-nante ). A recurring theme is the idea of self-evolving micro-computer systems. Moody goes there to:

"["]We have already made clear the specifics of this hybrid microprocessor design, but to reiterate, it involves, essentially, a live information-carrying colony of bacteria, where the organisms will be able to amass into self-replicating and self-programming computing systems.["]" - pp 240-241

One might also consider Christian Bök's Xenotext experiment wch has reputedly created a poetry-generating bacterium or some-such.

Once Moody got to Book two I admit to starting to lose interest. This is, after all, a pop novel - that means that it can be long (over 725 pp) but it doesn't ultimately have to be wide. B/c Moody gets into humanized simians I was reminded of Will Self's Great Apes (see my review here: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40261.Great_Apes ). I recall liking Great Apes but not feeling very 'compelled' to read anything more by him (& 7 yrs later I still haven't). Still, even tho I may never read anything by Moody again, there was plenty in this
bk of interest:

"Would the orangutan yearn to see the country of his birth (in this case a laboratory in Chapel Hill, NC, that had a surfeit of orangutans and needed, by way of trade, one of URB's lemurs)?" - p 142

Interesting question, that. I don't feel any yearning to visit the hospital where I was born or the neighborhood where I lived the 1st 3 yrs of my life. I am sometimes curious about the neighborhood where I lived for most of the next 19 yrs. All in all, tho, I think the 'pull-of-ancestry' (or whatever it might be conceived of as) is over-emphasized. Then again, if one spends enuf time in a place one might become part of it, one might become less susceptible to poisonous plants in one's walks thru the local woods, eg. I suppose there's a back-to-the-womb safety element to that.

Moody does manage to explore a variety of philosophical outlooks thru the vehicle of The Four Fingers of Death, often facetiously. Something like: "Animals, in an economy of post-historical global interdependence, exist for the dominance of humans, who are their stewards. Animals are a resource, and they exist in a permanent state of mitigated volition because of insufficient processing power. This was written down in the best known pedagogical text on the subject: The Proper Exercise of Power, by Lyman Johns et al. Noelle had consumed it in year one of medical school, and it was with such violent antipathy that she read the arguments there that she kept the book close ever after." (p 388)

The Proper Exercise of Power, by Lyman Johns et al appears to be an invention of Moody's but it wd be pretty much at home in the zoo-apologist philosophy of Yann Martels Life of Pi novel. I, like the Noelle character, react to such justifying w/ total antipathy.

I saw a movie recently that had (in what was probably post-credits) a scene in wch a black comedian is asked by a talk-show host whether he prefers to be called "black" or "African-American" or whatever. The comedian replied by saying something like "I'd rather be known as Frank" (or whatever his 1st name was). In other words, no-one's a representative of an ethnicity, everyone's a representative of themselves. Maybe it's time to stop using the broad brush. Moody has a nice parody of projecting stereotypes on (what I call PEIANA: Pre-European Invasion Ancestry) Native Americans. "Smitty", a Navaho, visits a somewhat deranged miner & the miner projects a spiritual depth on Smitty that may be more stereotypical than humanly appropriate:

""Huh?" Smitty said.

""Let me answer a question with a question," Rafferety said. "Does this desert land ultimately reward, or does this desert finally just take away, so that any civilization that perches itself hereabouts, any scattering of buildings and schools and granaries, will be wiped out whether by fire or flood or by the relentlessness of the sun?"

""Not sure I totally catch what the hell you're talking about," and then Smitty said, "excepting that it's hard not to worry about drought."

""There's a rectitude to your tramps. There's a poetry to the likes of you coming and going out here in the Sonoran Desert for many centuries. Things have gone on, like the military hardware, you know these things better than most people. What's best for the land, what is appropriate to the land."

""A man hates to run into barbed wire."" - p 435

Smitty, instead of being the natural-born spiritual philosopher the miner expects him to be, is just being pragmatic.

Moody pulls it off big-time by having his plot eventually lead to a previously non-speaking creature become full of humorously verbose self-awareness:

"The question of my own enlightenment, Morton meanwhile considered, is more important to me, however, than the liberation of my species, which I may not be able to accomplish from this squalid cell. After all, Wilde was not able to achieve complete liberation of his fellow homosexuals from Reading gaol, nor was the Marquis de Sade effective from the Bastille, for all the prolifigate excellence of the Frenchman's imagination. Gramsci, Mandela, many great thinkers have spent the kind of time I'm spending now, and they learned to be patient about history while they pursued a course of individual betterment. I must take comfort from their examples." - p 450

Even tho I was long-since a bit tired of the novel by this point, I have to admit that the above passage & the device that 'permits' it is a stroke of brilliance. Suddenly the plot justifies flights of character intellect that enables a type of richness not previously so-developed. As Book Two blossoms, Moody works in quite a few topics, including a personal favorite of mine, "love":

"Proto-hominid sexuality, according to the books, was forged in the prehistory of humankind, in our evolutionary prehistory, the time in which we never experienced nor worried about love. Back then, we experienced only sexual longing and duty, Sexual longing was incredibly violent, and heere Vienna Roberts was quoting from the pages of a book she had downloaded many times; sexuality was closer to cannibalism than it was to intimacy" - p 470

I'd also give Moody credit for being a writer, ie: for being conscious of his writing style & meta-characteristics of it that enrich his approach & for being able to work all sorts of writerly concerns into the narrative in a way that both supports sd narrative & supports awareness of its structure: "In order to prove that Aristotle Neilson, named after the Greek philosopher by a mother who liked orderliness, didn't in any way deserve what was about to happen to him, and because it's unfair to kill a character who is not fully developed, we must pause here briefly to note a couple of the finer things about Aristotle Neilson" (p 499) "it's unfair to kill a character who is not fully developed"?! There's not 'fairness' involved, Moody's being coy here, this is FICTION, it's all a matter of how you want to write it. If I wanted to write something where a character was shown to be deeply lovable & then killed him off by recurring & omnipresent characters that I don't develop AT ALL that wd be just another approach.

Topicality is a way into the hearts & minds of people who often have difficulty seeing beyond the present. Sometimes I find the Pavlovian predictability of people's responses to 'this is what you know about' annoying as non-fuck. Moody has NAFTA, the almost-indispensible-in-a-pop-novel-sex-'n'-drugs, & his spin-off of Burning Man & Rainbow Gatherings:

"It was important to get people around him who could look after the organizational details of the omnium gatherum, such as the creation of foundational documents, so that he might simply go out in the desert, as all the great monastic thinks had done, and organize his party, year in and year out, allowing for sculpture, for ritual burning, for music, for performance." - p 564

But, in the end, Moody's allusions aren't really shallow, he knows his shit at least enuf to be convincing to someone like me:

"She's recived funding from the Sino-Indian Compact for a performance piece in which she kissed as many people as possible, upwards of several hundred a day, and she had brought this project, under the auspices of a museum in New York, to the fair shores of this second-rate superpower and had been filmed at great length walking across the country dispensing kisses" - p 623

Shades of ORLAN, shades of Mierle Laderman Ukeles shaking hands w/ the sanitation workers of NYC. ( )
  tENTATIVELY | Apr 3, 2022 |
The Four Fingers of Death
Author: Rick Moody
Publisher: Little, Brown, and Company
Publishing Date: 2010
Pgs: 736
Disposition: InterLibrary Loan - Irving Public Library - South Campus - Irving, TX via Midland Country Public Library, Midland, TX
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REVIEW MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS
Summary:
Montese Crandall is a downtrodden writer whose rare collection of baseball cards won't sustain him, financially or emotionally, through the grave illness of his wife. Luckily, he swindles himself a job churning out a novelization of the 2025 remake of a 1963 horror classic, "The Crawling Hand." Crandall tells therein of the United States, in a bid to regain global eminence, launching at last its doomed manned mission to the desolation of Mars. Three space pods with nine Americans on board travel three months, expecting to spend three years as the planet's first colonists. When a secret mission to retrieve a flesh-eating bacterium for use in bio-warfare is uncovered, mayhem ensues.

Only a lonely human arm (missing its middle finger) returns to earth, crash-landing in the vast Sonoran Desert of Arizona. The arm may hold the secret to reanimation or it may simply be an infectious killing machine. In the ensuing days, it crawls through the heartbroken wasteland of a civilization at its breaking point, economically and culturally--a dystopia of lowlife, emigration from America, and laughable lifestyle alternatives.
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Genre:
Hard Science Fiction
Fiction Satire
Literary Fiction
Remake Movie Homage

Why this book:
Because I thought I was getting the novelization of a faux remake of “The Crawling Hand” and instead have the bastard stepchild of “Inception” and “Adaption”. Jury is out. Why is a good question.
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The Feel:
A book within a book and a writer within the first book who wants to write single sentence opuses in a minimalist literary future. This is an obvious child of Sprinrad’s Iron Dream, but much expanded. Won’t be using the word nuanced.

Favorite Scene:
Morton with his bag of arms runs back toward destruction. The power of that scene deserved a stronger story written around it.

Least Favorite Character:
Montese Crandall, sad sack.

Colonel Jed Richards, sad sack.

Tropes:
Homo Sapiens Cyborg Medicalis, the future of sport and humanity?

Uhm Moments:
I’m all for dropping us into the book’s world at the get-go, or alternatively, easing us in. But maybe it’s every day here and now, maybe it’s not, here we go, nope, not yet, esoteric trailer parkish future that seems to be the author within the book is hard to hold onto and slippery. I don’t feel enmeshed by the intro. Reminds me of Spinrad, the second time it has reminded me of him, but another of his works, Russian Spring; I want to get into it, but it’s water and all I can hold it in is the palm of my hand.

Meh / PFFT Moments:
The introduction spends too much time on the single sentence story style of the author of the book inside the book. I get that it’s a way to show us the world of the novel, but an editor should have probably trimmed the hell out of this, which is funny since one of its belabored points is the single sentence, stripped-down story styles.

The navel-gazing of the author within the story dealing with his own four fingers of death, before we even get anywhere near the crawling hand story, begins to wear out its welcome around page 30. I came to the novel wanting the Mars mission, crawling hand, flesh-eating bacteria, zombie-esque story, but it is bound up in the life of Montese Crandall and doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to move beyond that.

The 59 pages introduction story about the author within the book writing the book that I was actually there to read almost threw me into dropping the book.

There’s no energy on the page in the flight to Mars sequence. It’s “trapped in a room” literature.

By the time, we get to the horror(Book Three), I’m deeply mehing my way through the text, just to get finished.

Saw another reviewer say that this could’ve been two or three different books and it might have been better that way. I’ll give that idea a strong maybe.

Turd in the Punchbowl:
The stylistic leaves me feeling that Montese Crandall and Colonel Jed Richards are the same characters in differing circumstances. And the drag of the framing story about Crandall’s life circling the drain almost put me off the book, I never caught the main character spark for Jed that I need to carry me onward through the book.
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Pacing:
Horrible. This was an author in love with the sound of his own writing and showing it. Overly verbose.

Last Page Sound:
This leaves me feeling brain dead. This wasn’t for me. Maybe it’s for you.

Editing:
This could have used some extensive cutting room floor, axe jobbing.
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  texascheeseman | Mar 30, 2022 |
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