I will just say that this book has been interesting to read
because it is a different set up from the usual American mystery novels. There are so many pieces to the puzzle of a
mystery and I have always had a hard time figuring out who was the perpetrator
and who had just been wrongly accused because of being at the wrong place at
the right time. However, within this
mystery it seemed to me so close to factual that I had a difficult time
reminding myself that it is supposed to be fiction. So it is my focus, not on a single or group
of characters, but a focus on the author.
Collins seemed to know exactly what he was doing when he puts certain
things in and keeping certain things out so that the reader must make their own
interpretation. He establishes the
reader as both judge and detective. The
way he made it difficult for me was when he includes so many artifacts that are
normally used to show facts like a compilation of letters, reports, newspaper
clippings, notes, wills, several journal entries and even a receipt. Franklin Blake organizes and submits as much
evidence to his family as he can, while Collins, is thus submitting it to us as
the reader/detective. It seems as though
that Collins is testing our own judgment and morals. The reader is asked to evaluate not just a
theft from an estate in England, but its earlier theft from a sacred Hindu
shrine. As the John Herncastle is the
presumed thief in the legally sanctioned robbery of India by the British
government. But of course, I would hope
others feel that the theft to the nation is a bigger injustice than the theft
to the family because what is truly on trial in this novel is personal and
national responsibility of those nations that choose to invade other
nations. The same is true about our
country today as we may invade other areas that they must keep responsibility
for all personal actions.
The most difficult part for me was the beginning of the
story because it seemed to only come from a small piece of a family document
describing the events that took place in India.
It seems to open as the prologue and then as Franklin Blake wants to
tell the story, but he decides to have Gabriel Betteredge write it out for
him. So the words are Blake’s, which I
think you can hear, but as the events unfold it still feels like they are all
from a distance. Not only with Blake’s,
but the rest of the novel it is interesting how the entire mystery intertwines
personal interactions with political, then the private with the public, then
the past with the present and finally gives the fiction a feeling of fact. The problem really seemed to arise for me
when the novel skipped around with narrators as it seemed to wrench the
authority away from the typical first-person narrator. This collection of contrasting voices serves
Collins as both his evidence and possible archive to throw off the reader.
Some of the other things that threw me off as the
reader/detective were the thought of the curse.
I am not one to say that I would let an idea of a curse rule my life,
but I will say that I am superstitious and feel that other powers in the world
do exist. So as a reader/detective I had
a difficult time setting my superstitions to the side and think of the
situation rationally. The idea that had
escaped me until I headed toward the end of the novel is just as I mentioned in
the beginning that it was probably not a curse on the family, but on the
nation. In my mind the empire, not the
moonstone, was the curse and the real problem.
The novel focuses on the spoils that the empire receives while the
nation is overreaching its own authority over other nations. I guess I could see the family history
representing a nation’s history as each one tries to cover up any type of
thieving or murderous act in the pursuit to preserve or protect itself.
So as the reader/detective that Collins had made
me into, I had difficult time remembering that it was just a story. Even though if we all were to look at it as I
have in the previous paragraphs the story has many applications for many
nations of today including our own
I like your comment about how this novel doesn't feel like fiction. The different narrators--and the way they are charged with just telling their version of the story--reminds me a bit of tv shows about mysteries or crimes where each witness adds his or her experience.
ReplyDeleteI felt that the story felt more about the love story and the tension between character, gender and class than about the theft of the moonstone. The mystery is what ties it all together but I think that Collins was using the moonstone as a tool to comment on so many different ideas and issues at the time. I am more convinced that Collins was way more concerned with conveying his commentary of those issues than he was creating the ideal and intense mystery novel. I do completely agree though that the characters are well developed and it was easy to lose myself in the story forgetting that it wasn't real.
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