Budapest Noir
- Vilmos Kondor
When “noir” is in title, I can’t help but have
expectations. Dark story, surprising twists, thugs, smoking, adult beverages, a
tough-talking detective. This mystery includes these attractions, but the investigative
reporter protagonist is excessively self-controlled, mordant, a stereotypically
Hungarian Gloomy Gus. I felt this story
was so-so -- a good-enough representative of the “Europe between the wars”
genre that has been so popularized by Alan Furst. But remember the dark plot
clearly in a couple of months? I doubt it.
The main character is crime reporter Zsigmond Gordon. The
authorities are trying to sweep a prostitute's killing under the carpet, but
Gordon becomes interested in the woman’s past, the events that lead up to her
murder. The reason is that he saw nude photo of the woman in a drawer in a
police official’s desk.
Five hundred pengős was a big
and thoroughly considered investment. Anyone who spent that much for girl
served important clients. And no doubt he didn’t send the gals to bed down
customers in some shady servant’s room in some shady neighborhood like
Terézváros. Gordon would have been lying
to himself had he denied that there was anything unusual about this particular
girl. But one thing was certain: no matter what he might find out about her, in
he found out anything at all, it would not be pleasant. And in all probability,
he couldn’t write about it. Even if he were to find the other girls who served
this high-class clientele, not a single paper would be willing to publish the
article.
In tracing the culprit in the backstreets of Budapest, the
incautious Gordon soon finds himself to be the witch of interest in a witch
hunt.
Set in October 1936, just after the sudden real-life death
of Prime Minister Gyula Gömbös, the exposition hints at the coming menace.
Jewish people are feeling increased pressure, not that for them being in
Hungary in the first place was a stroke of good luck. The communist and fascist
powers are asserting power. Still, the focus is always on the woman’s death and
the investigation and interviews. Budapest's streets, squares and landmarks are
mentioned by name, which will thrill people who have lived and visited that city.
Having a Hungarian grandmother, I like the stereotypes: Hungarian men are
handsome, Hungarian women are beautiful, and when they urge you to try
wonderful Hungarian cuisine, they stuff you with viands full of fat.
Yum.
Yum.
The development of the main character Gordon takes
precedence over the plot, even though he is a little more than a monochrome
photograph. I liked the fact that the investigator had a job other than a PI or
a homicide detective. Gordon is a real macho man who maddeningly stubborn and
pessimistic, but he's smart and resourceful. And sly. Not to mention the kind
of boyfriend that says things like, “Please don’t be more angry than
necessary.” Mercifully, there are some normal people, such as Krisztina, the
graphic designer GF of Gordon, and the comic relief grandfather, Opa, a former
doctor who spends his days making experimental jams and preserves.
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