Difference is Dangerous
G. Roger Denson's new novel Voice of Force is touted to be about men, but there is a lot said in it about women too. Written as a dossier from the Manhattan Prosecution's office leaked to the public, the contents comprise the history of a controversial criminal case. Diary passages and transcripts of prison conversations indicate that a murder has led to the conviction of a man who maintains his innocence despite that, after three years on death row, he faces imminent execution. It seems the guilt of the accused is one that the witnesses, the prosecution, and the jury hold in consensus. All believe the crime is the culmination of a longstanding sexual predation despite that the evidence is largely circumstantial-based on a diary, a short story and an opera libretto written by the accused, and of course the testimony of so-called witnesses-all of which we read directly instead of reading about.
Despite all this postmodern artifice (which can sometimes be annoying and mundane), the story is as compelling for the rich characterizations as for what the characters betray about their own sexual misgivings and the misinformation the characters spread. For that matter, by the time you conclude that you're not reading a murder mystery but a about the prejudice that pronounces who is guilty-and refreshingly, not just the prejudice of one side (as so many novels settle on) but that of all parties, including the accused--you are absorbed by the quality of the writing and the deeply penetrating psychology of the characters.
This is a novel that travels the high road of thoughtful debate the whole way, showing all sides with remarkable clarity yet complexity. In many ways the novel seems to play off Camus's work as well as that of Dostoyevsky-with all the debate, ambiguity, and ambivalence that marks the best existentialist work. Yes, sexual difference-between straights and gays, men and women-is central, but the novel burrows deep beneath the specifics of gender, identity, and culture to a source of humanity that is raw nerve and need. The presiding question author Denson seems to be asking is, can anyone-with all his or her cravings-really ever get along with anyone else and their cravings?
Denson shows us that we are as consuming as we are consumed. And though we don't realize it until long after the character's sexuality has gripped us and perhaps aroused the prejudice that has been slumbering beneath our genteel lives, we learn that the drugs, ambition, greed, and most of all the fear that the various characters have hidden from view are ever more consuming than the sexual desire that stirs the sediments of prejudice up into a cultural tempest.
My only regret is that the author didn't abandon his convention of using other genres beside that of the memoir to get his message and philosophy across. Appropriation of everyday media formats is old hat and doesn't hold up nearly as well as the time-tesed format of the conventional novel. But Denson does manage to revitalize the allure of the world of opera, perhaps because he doesn't try all that hard to do so.
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