Wednesday, November 20, 2019

The Auctioneer by Joan Samson

(hb; 1975)

From the inside flap:

“Harlowe, New Hampshire, is a rural township still isolated from the pressures and changes of the second half of the twentieth century. It is here that John Moore works the land farmed by his family for centuries, here that he lives with his wife and daughter, and here that he expects to die when his life’s work is done. But from the moment that a magnetic stranger named Perly Dunsmore arrives in the community and begins a series of auctions to raise money for the growth of the local police force, the days of John Moore’s freedom and independence are suddenly numbered.

“Page after page, the reader is trapped with John Moore in the grip of chilling horror as he is relentlessly stripped of his possessions, his ability to resist, his courage, and his hope by the ever-growing power and demands of the auctioneer. What was initially a minor nuisance, then an infuriating intrusion, now becomes for John Moore a desperate, seemingly doomed battle against a force that has already corrupted all of Harlowe and is now systematically destroying it.”


Review

Auctioneer is a steady build, excellent and near-perfect read, a simply stated metaphor for how people will kowtow under a legalized─even if it is oppressive─system. To say I enjoyed it might be a stretch, for it is also an endurance test, frustrating given the menace displayed toward, and dignities heaped upon, some of its characters. This would be one of my all-time favorite books, were it not for its spot-it-from-miles-away, bulls**t end twist (also spoiling an otherwise effective climactic finish). I understand that Samson is following through on her people-are-cowards-until-they’re-not metaphor with this ending but maybe she should have been more concerned with wrapping up Auctioneer is a satisfying manner. 

If you can accept its flawed denouement, Auctioneer is worth reading.

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