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Mae, a blackjack dealer in a Las Vegas casino, spends her free time wandering the desert with a rifle, or sitting in her trailer obsessively watching replays of an old lover escaping the wreckage of 9/11. What she sees in those images is different from what the rest of us would see. She revels in the pure anarchy, thrills at the destruction. These images recall memories of a childhood marked by unthinkable abuse, of her drift into a cult that committed the most shocking crime of the '60s, of her life since then as a feral and wary outsider, caught in a swirl of events at once personal, political, mythic.


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1

Until the day the towers fell, I'd long believed that all the gods were dead. For years, for decades, my head was still. Only sometimes, deep in the desert, the soughing ghost voice of O——. But still, the bell of my head was silent, swinging aimlessly over the void.

***

I could watch it again, as much as I wanted, since the TV kept playing it over and over like a game of Tetris no one could win. No limit to how many times I could consume, could devour those images. Again and again the rapid swelling, ripening to the bursting point, and then the fall. The buckling, crumbling, blooming outward in the great orb of ruin before it showered all its matter to the ground. Those gnatlike specks that swirled around it proved to be mortals, springing out of the flames. Wrapped in the shrouds of their screaming, they sailed down.

It didn't matter how many saw one watching, since none can know another's heart or mind. I had not known my blood could rise like that. Still, again, despite the years, the withering of my body.

Sometimes the television showed a plane biting into the side of a building, its teeth on its underside where the mouth of a shark is—then flame leaped up from the wound like the red surge from an artery. Then there were shots of living mortals on the street, wailing, raking the flesh from the bone of their faces, or some of them frozen, prostrate with awe.

So I saw Laurel for the first time again, Laurel kneeling on the sidewalk, her head thrown back, her hands stretched out with the fingers crooked, as weapons or in praise. Blood was running from the corners of her mouth, like in the old days, though not for the same reason.

2

Inside the casino, it never happened. Nothing there can enter in. Only the whirl of lights and the electronic burbling of machines, rattle of dice in the craps table cups, an almost inaudible whisper of cards, the friction-free hum of roulette wheels turning. Nothing is permitted to change.

It is a sort of fifth-rate hell, and I a minor demon posted to it. A succubus too indifferent to suck. I have my regulars, of course. Sometimes I even know their names. I deal them cards and they lose money. Occasionally one of them wins, of course, but not for long.

"Mae," tonight's mark says. My name's a little sinister in his faint Slavic accent. He's told me his but I've forgotten. A retired airline pilot, I think he said. Some would find him good-looking, in that square-headed way all the pilots have. Silver hair and a face burnt to wrinkly leather. It takes a long time to catch a buzz from the watered drinks they give free here, but my regular has the determination to do it.

"When you get off work, Mae? When you coming home with me?" I part my painted lips to show my pleasant teeth to him, smooth away the black wing of my hair. I am conscious of not looking up at the dark bulb in the low tiled ceiling, where the two of us are captured by a fish-eye lens. I am older than he, perhaps a lot older, but as far as I know he doesn't know it.

I show my hole card: eight to a jack. Not much of a hand, but my regular took a hit too many and he's busted.

I might have worked a double shift, meaning sixteen hours straight. Sometimes I do. I don't get tired. Even in a fifth-rate hell there is no sense of the passage of time. I don't remember anything unusual that day—if there were fewer people than we normally got, a sudden emptying of the place, illumination from outside. No I don't think there was that. It hardly matters what I recall, since no one is going to call me to witness, at least not on that point.

Probably two hours of darkness remained by the time I got into my car. It takes barely a quarter of that to drive from the casino to my dwelling. I don't listen to the radio. i don't like the chatter, and I don't like music with singing in it, and I don't like to hear guitars or strings. Maybe I listened to piano during the dark drive, Bach or Chopin, in a minor key. No voice told me what rent had been torn in the world that day. When I went into the desert, I still didn't know.
Madison Smartt Bell|Author Q&A

About Madison Smartt Bell

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Madison Smartt Bell is the author of fourteen previous works of fiction, including All Souls' Rising (a National Book Award finalist), Soldier’s Joy and Anything Goes. He lives in Baltimore, Maryland, where he teaches in the Creative Writing Program at Goucher College.

Author Q&A

A Q&A with Madison Smartt Bell, author of The Color of Night

Q:  Where did you find the inspiration for this book?
 
A: I started hearing the voices out of the ether while I was working my novel about Bedford Forrest, Devil’s Dream. And I jotted the first bits down in one of my shirt pocket notebooks — some structural ideas and a few actual sentences … and it went on from there.
 
I do take the word “inspiration” literally — that is, a spirit comes into you and instigates the writing — dictates it, even. Most of my books are written this way, but this one even more so….
 
Q: Mae’s story reflects some disturbing times in our nation’s history. How much is fact and how much fiction here? 
 
A: As for the events of the 1960s, there’s a group that’s reminiscent of the Manson Family. That is, I’m writing about a Dionsysian cult that produces frenzies among its women, who in fact are maenads. I happen to think that the Manson Family did fit that paradigm, but that’s just my theory, for whatever it’s worth. For me the important thing for the book was to coax the elements of classical tragedy and the old mystery cults out of the situation.
 
These are fictional characters, especially Laurel and Mae. I wouldn’t have had enough freedom with them otherwise. The exact details of the Manson story are found in Vince Bugliosi’s Helter-Skelter — a very good book and a very scary one, even now.

The 9/11 coverage in the book is pretty general by comparison…. The specific effects on Laurel and Mae are all made up of course, and the rest is the kind of thing everyone knows.
 
Q:  You tell Mae’s story clearly and powerfully. While she has a violent past, she can also be a sensitive narrator. What was it like writing in the voice of a woman? And getting so up close to evil?
 
A: Writing her voice was bewilderingly easy, though in earlier work I’d found it very hard to write from a woman’s point of view convincingly. (Since finishing this book it has seemed easier; I hope that’s not a delusion). It just fell out of me from somewhere onto the page. The whole thing was written quickly, composed directly on the keyboard for the most part, and with very little revision either. I felt like I was channeling the character, or possessed by her, which seemed to fit this particular story spookily well.

I’m inclined to think of Mae as “beyond good and evil,” to cop a headline from Nietzsche. Her own view that she’s immortal and in that way distinguished from and superior to most other people on the planet goes along with that. I once said she had the beauty of a snake and my agent said it was like watching a cat kill mice; that is, you don’t blame the cat for acting on its nature. Mae expresses her essence, dreadful as it is, in a very pure way, and there’s something attractive about that. Or at least compelling.
 
Q: What is the role of sexuality in the book? Of violence? Fear?
 
A: Funny you should ask. I just filed a review of a novel by Rikki Ducornet that does the eros/thanatos equation very powerfully, though not at all the way I’ve done it here (although her book is every bit as scary, in its own way). Violence and fear, in judicious doses, can whet sexual appetite to a very keen edge. Of course Laurel and Mae go for injudicious doses. If the French call orgasm la petite mort, well, these two are actually killing people in the course of the act sometimes, but then in Mae’s view of the world she and Laurel are immortal beings, while the people they kill are “disposable.” In spite of all that, I want to say that this book is a love story, though a very twisted one … that the love between Laural and Mae is quite real and the main motor of the whole thing.
 
Q:  Mae has a violent past — as a victim of violence and perpetrator. Do you think she seeks redemption? What is her motivation throughout the book? Is she a reliable narrator of events?
 
A: A conventional explanation of Mae would be that she is a victim/perpetrator in a cycle of abuse, and this option is available to the reader, but she doesn’t see herself that way, and I don’t either. In fact her refusal to think of herself as a victim has its admirable side. 
 
I think Mae’s reliable for facts, by and large, trustworthy for the what and how of things. Her interpretations of events tend be extreme…. Undoubtedly, and from the very beginning, some readers will recoil from them.
 
Q: The Nevada desert plays a strong part in the book, with Mae often headed there to shoot. Is there symbolism in that?
 
A: I don’t think in terms of symbolism, really — too rigid for my taste (and for our times, in my opinion). Imagery strikes me as more organic and can be more flexibly put to one’s purposes. There were more desert scenes at one point (these will appear in the French edition) and then I thought of writing some more that never were written. I just saw her doing that, I don’t know — in the sense that all I really did was watch it, in the theater of my mind, and then describe it.
 
I have had a couple of tastes of that desert landscape, and saw it as a perfectly unwelcoming place for lonely gods to wander.
 
Q: You are known for your work on Haiti — how was this a departure for that subject material?
 
A: In almost every imaginable way. Size for a start. I didn’t want to do anything on the scale of the Haiti series any time soon. And I’d always admired a novel by Joan Didion called Play It As It Lays. I wanted to write a book that looked like that, where most chapters are no more than a double-page spread and every page can cut you.

My Haiti novels are intentionally epic and full of an unstoppable tropical overgrowth in  every compartment. The Color of Night is the opposite, a book mostly made of white space.
 
Q: You are also a professor in the Creative Writing Program at Goucher College. How does teaching influence your writing?
 
A: I write at a very unconscious level, so teaching has made me better able to troubleshoot my own work, if there is trouble. To take a step back from it an analyze, when necessary — If it’s not necessary it can be harmful (and I try not to overdo it with my students’ work either). I spend more time than typical for such programs in one-on-one tutorials with students preparing their work for possible publication, and in the course of that I’ve picked up editorial skills that can be used on my own stuff too, as needed.
 
Q: What is your writing regimen like?
 
A: Every morning I go out on the street and wait for the Number of the Beast to appear on the license plate of a passing car. (It can take weeks! — frustrating esp. if there is a deadline). Then, I enter my cabinet, dust the skulls and light the candles, then begin to compose using sticks of charcoal on one hundred percent rag sketch paper, while sipping warmed beef blood from a demi-tasse cup — no wait! It was Graham Greene did all that. Or some of it.
 
If I’m working on historical fiction I will often read some of the pertinent material the night before (even if I have already read it many times). I figure (yeah, this part’s serious) my unconscious mind will work on it during sleep. In the period between sleep and waking — twilight sleep — I’ll picture elements of the first scene to be written. That part’s a little like what’s called lucid dreaming. Then try to get to my desk with the minimum distraction possible and if that works I can usually go pretty quickly for two or three hours, around five pages, before quality begins to slip — and I quit before that point.
 
When I was younger I could go longer, five or six hours say, without a decline. Occasionally, I’d write a whole story overnight. But now I’m good for a shorter period, five mornings a week if I can protect that many. With experience I trust more that the thing won’t evaporate if I save some of it for a later session. Hemingway’s idea that you should quit before you write down the last sentence you have in your mind is still a good one for me. I usually start at my desk with a quick pencil polish of yesterday’s pages, also an adaptation of one of Hemingway’s ideas for putting yourself back where you were when you quit.

Q: What do you hope readers take from your story?
 
A: A good work of art has a mirror function, so what you get is a function of what’s there and what you bring.

Praise

Praise

"A truly unnerving mythical novel that asks us to piece together what is left of a shattered collective unconscious. Bell's devastated, traumatized characters surf the debris of who we are and where we've been."--A.M. Homes, author of This Book Will Save Your Life

"A work that makes lucid the shadows and darkening corners that were encroaching on an America increasingly lost to its own history and self-respect. . . . As unforgettable as the events that inspired it." --Robert Stone, author of Dog Soldiers

"In twenty books written over nearly thirty years, Madison Smartt Bell has gone from a writer of enormous promise to a master and more, a living literary resource. As his avid admirers will be happy to tell you, if you haven't read him, you don't know what you're missing. The Color of Night is characteristically brilliant and compelling, a terrifying vision of American dreaming. It may not be pretty, but it's certainly beautiful."--Michael Herr, author of Dispatches
 
“[A] sharp blade of a novel, every word is weaponized as Bell stands at the portal to chthonic evil.”—Booklist
 
“A hybrid of mid-career Cormac McCarthy and the film collaborations of Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez. . . . Bell's skills as a novelist are amply in evidence.”—Kirkus
Reader's Guide|About the Book|Author Biography|Discussion Questions|Suggestions

About the Book

The introduction, discussion questions, and suggested further reading that follow are designed to enhance your group’s discussion of The Color of Night, the new novel by Madison Smartt Bell, a National Book Award finalist for All Souls’ Rising and the author of fifteen previous works of fiction.

About the Guide

The Color of Night opens with a private, desolate moment as the narrator, Mae, obsessively watches television footage of the Twin Towers collapsing, along with a snippet of footage that captures Mae’s long-ago love, Laurel, reeling in shock at the destruction she witnesses in Manhattan. It soon becomes clear that Mae’s gluttony for devastating images stems from a history of violence in her own life, which she lives with both resilience and recklessness.

The chapters in this novel are short, poetic, and absolutely riveting; each chapter advances one of three narratives that unfold in a weaving pattern, moving seamlessly between three eras in Mae’s life. In the present moment, Mae lives nearly anonymously as a middle-aged casino worker in Las Vegas and spends her free time creeping through the desert beyond her trailer home with a rifle. During her early adulthood, Mae falls in with the People, a cult fueled by free love, drugs, and a haunting sound track by the mythical O——. And during her childhood, which readers witness in posttraumatic flashbacks, Mae’s life is defined by alienation from the “Mom-thing” and by an incestuous relationship with her brother, Terrell. As the novel unfolds, each narrative from Mae’s life careens toward unspeakable violence against herself, animals, and other people. While enmeshed in the cult, she participates in drug-induced escapades from their communal ranch in the California desert to houses in the nearby canyon where they break in and brutally murder the inhabitants. It is Mae’s involvement in these atrocities, we are to presume, that leads—decades later—to a visit from an FBI agent who shows up at her trailer home. Crouching silently in the surrounding desert, Mae shoots the agent, an act of impulsiveness and desperation that necessitates her cross-country escape and eventual pilgrimage to New York’s Ground Zero.

This novel raises the question: Can a cycle of manipulation and abuse ever be interrupted? And once a person travels to the underworld, can he or she ever fully return? Mae’s relationships provide the personal backdrop for these questions, but the novel also points to the larger context of violence in America, from the cult murders of the 1960s to terrorism in the new millennium. The book places such violence in an even deeper, mythic context, as allusions to Orpheus haunt the novel like Sirens from a distant shore, suggesting that aggression may be so entrenched and ancient as to be an inescapable aspect of human nature.

Readers may look to Mae and Laurel’s connection for hope, the only relationship in the book remarkable for its “sheer painlessness“ (p. 59). But the author won’t take us all the way to redemption. Instead, the book ends with a cliff-hanger and a refrain to the opening scene: again Mae is watching Laurel, and again Laurel is in danger, from sources knowable—ovarian cancer—and unknowable—being framed in the crosshairs of Mae’s gun.

From the first page to the last, this book demands our rapt attention and doesn’t let go, even as we descend deeper into night and the terrors of the underworld.

About the Author

Madison Smartt Bell is the author of fifteen previous works of fiction, including All Souls’ Rising (a National Book Award finalist), Soldier’s Joy, and Anything Goes. He has also written essays and reviews for Harper’s, The New York Times Book Review, The Village Voice, and many other publications.

Discussion Guides

1. The Greek concept of Até, “the almost automatic transfer of suffering from one being to another,” is introduced in the epigraph from Iris Murdoch. How is the concept of Até central to the novel’s tension? Which characters embody the “transfer of suffering”?

2. The structure of The Color of Night is a weaving of narratives from three eras in Mae’s life: her abusive childhood, her involvement with the People as a young adult, and her post-9/11 despair in Las Vegas. What effects does Bell achieve by moving seamlessly from past to present and back again?

3. Like the “electric ting of metal meeting metal” (p. 58), sex and violence co-occur throughout the novel. Which scenes feature this combination most evocatively? What is the emotional impact of these scenes?

4. What are the similarities and differences in the pleasure Mae and Laurel take in violence?

5. Why are D—— and O—— named by first initial only?

6. What is the significance of the desert landscape and its creatures, like the jackrabbit “crouched tight to the sand” (p. 40) or the coyote “fixing invisible prey with his eyes” (p. 105)?

7. What group dynamics and dark forces lead the People to enact the horrors of “higgledy-piggledy”?

8. In Greek mythology, Orpheus is considered the greatest poet and musician, as well as the inspiration for ancient mystery cults. In what ways does this novel echo the myths of Orpheus, including his descent to the underworld? Why has Bell chosen to incorporate mythological references?

9. The color of night is invoked as the “jet-black darkness” of an artery (p. 63), the “black and glittering beauty of death” (p. 153), and the “rich velvet black, as though . . . submerged in chocolate” (p. 155). What other colors make up the palette of this novel?

10. After Mae kills the FBI agent at her trailer home, we learn of several other plot developments in quick succession: the raid on the ranch and D——’s imprisonment; the brutal end for Terrell and his family; the existence of Laurel’s daughter, Ariadne; the murder of O——; and Mae’s reconnection with Laurel. Which of these culminating plot twists has the most impact?

11. How surprising is the last chapter? What do you think Mae would do if the novel continued beyond the cliff-hanger in the final lines?

12. In what ways can The Color of Night be read as social commentary? What forces in American culture are under consideration? In this light, why is Ground Zero Mae’s ultimate pilgrimage site?

13. To what extent does getting to know the characters in this novel provide new perspective on cult mentality or, in particular, the Manson Family murders of the late sixties?

14. How does Bell manage to make Mae a sympathetic character despite her failings? Which of her character traits are easiest to empathize with?

15. What does this novel suggest about how to interrupt the devastating “transfer of suffering from one being to another”? What are the sources of light in such dark emotional terrain?


(For a complete list of available reading group guides, and to sign up for the Reading Group Center e-newsletter, visit www.readinggroupcenter.com.)

Suggested Readings

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin; Paul Auster, Invisible; Don DeLillo, The Body Artist; Ian McEwan, The Cement Garden; James Ellroy, My Dark Places, American Tabloid, and The Cold Six Thousand; Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men and The Road; Philip Roth, Indignation

  • The Color of Night by Madison Smartt Bell
  • April 05, 2011
  • Fiction - Literary
  • Vintage
  • $15.00
  • 9780307741882

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