“Wry, fast and fiendishly clever” (The Times) One house. Ten contestants. Thirty cameras. Forty microphones. Yet again the public gorges its voyeuristic appetite as another group of unknown and unremarkable people submit themselves to the brutal exposure of the televised real-life soap opera, House Arrest. Everybody knows the rules: total strangers are forced to live together while the rest of … live together while the rest of the country watches them do it. Who will crack first? Who will have sex with whom? Who will the public love and who will they hate? All the usual questions. And then, suddenly, there are some new ones.
Who is the murderer? How did he or she manage to kill under the constant gaze of the thirty television cameras? Why did they do it? And who will be next?
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A modern take on the “impossible murder in a locked room” style. Because I’ve read several in the past I was thinking along the same lines as the detective by the midway point but it was still a great yarn. With attention to sharp observation, Elton creates characters we all recognise. I’ve read several of Elton’s books, some funny, some serious. This is probably my favourite.
One of the first and most popular of the so-called “reality TV” shows, “Big Brother” should begin its latest season shortly. Whether you’ve seen it or only read about it, you probably know the premise: a group of people is confined to a house for several months, isolated from the outside world, every activity and interaction monitored by cameras and microphones twenty-four hours a day. One by one the housemates are evicted by their fellows until only two remain. The evicted housemates vote to determine the winner, who receives half a million dollars. The runner-up comes away with fifty thousand.
Apart from the prospect of emerging with a lot of money, why do the contestants put themselves through this? They may offer a variety of reasons, but the reality is they crave the instant, if dubious, fame being seen on a nationally or internationally broadcast program brings.
Why would a network (CBS, in “Big Brother’s” case) broadcast this kind of program? Because there’s an audience for it to whom they can transmit advertisements which in turn pay the network’s revenues. The programs that make it to the air are of course carefully edited for their “dramatic” value. Fanatical viewers can pay their subscription money to watch everything, including the mundane moments, via Internet feeds.
This is the basis for Ben Elton’s clever satirical whodunit DEAD FAMOUS. The program is “House Arrest,” brought to an English audience by Peeping Tom Productions, the company owned by the calculating Geraldine Hennessey, also known as “Geraldine the Gaoler.”
A diverse group of ten men and women, all relatively young and, with one notable exception, fairly attractive, are confined to the “House Arrest” house under the constant surveillance of Peeping Tom. Friendships and enmities quickly develop as the housemates are assigned tasks by Peeping Tom to earn their weekly share of food and drink. Having no television to watch or books to read, the rest of their time is spent in group and individual interaction. Geraldine, ever alert for “good telly,” hopes sexual liaisons will ensue, and has done her best to provide for them.
Twenty-seven days later, after the first eviction and the arrest—which stands in lieu of an eviction—of another housemate for a past crime, someone (the reader doesn’t learn who until two-thirds of the way through the book) is brutally murdered by person unknown. Given all of the cameras and microphones covering every inch of the house, it can’t have happened—but it has.
Thus, an “impossible” murder in a “locked house.”
Old-school, often splenetic Chief Inspector Stanley Spencer Coleridge and his team are compelled to wade through unedited, unaired videotapes, hoping to find a motive or a clue. The reader is a party to their investigations as well as to what goes on in the house, the editing suite, and in the minds of the book’s characters.
Eventually Coleridge discovers the solution to the fairly-clued puzzle and reveals it in grand fashion.
Ben Elton’s crisp prose moves the reader swiftly through the story, which includes some good comic moments as well as suspenseful ones. DEAD FAMOUS works very well as a detective story and as a satirical take on our modern culture’s inexplicable taste for fabricated fame. I recommend the book with the warning that readers who find raw, rampant profanity and graphic sexual depictions offensive will want to avoid it.
© 2004 Barry Ergang
Comedic writing at it’s best.