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BOOKS, Page 91Who and Why
A CITY OF STRANGERS
by Robert Barnard
Scribner's; 287 pages; $18.95
BONES AND SILENCE
by Reginald Hill
Delacorte; 332 pages; $17.95
Classic British mysteries generally fit into one of three
categories: the puzzle, or whodunit; the psychological study,
or whydunit; and the comic jape. Robert Barnard and Reginald
Hill have each written deft examples of all three. In their
newest and most ambitious works, they adroitly fuse the
subgenres together to paint rich, if characteristically
jaundiced, social panoramas of decaying industrial towns. Both
offer the teasing pleasures of suspense, sly misdirection and
a breakneck climax as police seek to avert bloody murder. Both
feature a gallery of vivid characters. And both take on themes
ostensibly belonging to serious literature.
Barnard's concern is what makes people "nice," and he homes
in on the distinctions between virtue and conformity. His
central characters are the Phelans, a scruffy clan of hoodlums,
vandals, welfare cheats and general layabouts who are burned
out of their home in a fatal arson. Not even this makes them
sympathetic. They remain a bitter if invigorating tonic, to be
taken in carefully measured doses. But they are mean-spirited
fun. Barnard, an acute and merciless chronicler of Britain's
middle classes, is at his fiercest in showing how the proper
bourgeoisie reacts to, and is repeatedly bested by, the
convention-scorning Phelans. The story's most intense drama is
generated not by the search for the killer, but by the question
of whether the one decent-seeming Phelan, an amiable schoolboy,
is for real and will stay that way.
Hill's interest is the various and ever changing ways to
define success. At first the story seems to look outward, at
how anyone's ambitions reveal his or her class and background.
But the focus gradually shifts inward, to a deepening
psychological exploration of a writer of anonymous suicide
threats, and reveals how much a successful person may depend on
the reaction of others to provide a missing sense of self-worth.
At the center of Hill's plot is an outdoor-extravaganza
staging of a medieval "mystery" play -- a cunning hint from
Hill that his work, like its Middle Ages namesake, is more
concerned with moral and metaphysical conundrums than with
clues to some mundane crime. The final scenes, set aptly in a
Gothic cathedral, convincingly merge a police procedural with
a plunge into a soul in torment.
By William A. Henry III.