Tue 30 Jul 2024
Reviewed by Tony Baer: CHARLES PERRY – Portrait of a Young Man Drowning.
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CHARLES PERRY – Portrait of a Young Man Drowning. Simon and Schuster, hardcover, 1962. Signet, paperback, February 1963. W. W. Norton & Company, softcover, 1996. Film adaptation: 1997 as Six Ways to Sunday, starring Norman Reedus and Deborah Harry
A bildungsroman of Harry Odum, from a child with an Oedipus complex, to mob hitman. And everything in between.
I guess it’s really two different story arcs, one literal, one figurative: the rise and fall of a mother-fucker.
So it all starts relatively innocent enough. Mama loves her baby. And she doesn’t want him to love anybody else more than her. And she doesn’t ever want him to leave her. And he must always care for her. As she did for him.
And as a kid it doesn’t look that weird. But as mama starts driving off all eligible bachelorettes, chastising her full grown son for his divided attentions—things start to get weird.
And at the same time, we see Harry growing from small-time hoodlum to big time enforcer. And with the money he’s bringing in, he can bring Ma to the top o’ the world Ma, top o’ the world.
And he does.
Of course when you get to the top, you got much further to fall.
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Beautifully orchestrated Oedipal mob story, where a child’s development into a psycho-killer is inextricably intertwined with his twisted sexuality, to the point that he can only be aroused by murdering someone. And only then and immediately must he find a mate, a mate denied by his mother, til she’s the only one left.
Pretty hard core stuff. But well done.-
July 30th, 2024 at 11:04 pm
Charles Perry’s Wikipedia page is here:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Perry_(author)
PORTRAIT was his only published novel.
July 31st, 2024 at 9:00 am
If Debbie Harry were my mom, I could see myself going down the same road!
August 2nd, 2024 at 11:54 pm
Oedipus Wrecks.
Classical themes od myth and tragedy often seem to haunt the mob or gangster novel. This sounds a bit like the backside of a Ross Macdonald Lew Archer.
There is a boxing novel very similar to this that was filmed with Suzanne Pleschette as the mother.
August 4th, 2024 at 11:39 am
David: I believe the book you are referring to is Pete Hamill’s FLESH AND BLOOD, filmed in 1979.
August 4th, 2024 at 11:25 pm
I’ve seen these murky, reptilian motivations in countless thrillers. In the hands of lesser authors, they’ve almost become a trope unto their own.
I’m not suggesting this aberrant psychology does not make enjoyable reading; because it usually does.
“The Butchers’ Theatre” frex, or “Otto’s Boy” come to mind. But even these page-turners verge on the semi-trite.