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The Third Policeman
by Flann O'Brien
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Paperback
Publisher: Dalkey Archive Pr
ISBN13: 9781564782144
Condition: USED - VERY GOOD
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The Third Policeman is Flann O'Brien's brilliantly dark comic novel about the nature of time, death, and existence. Told by a narrator who has committed a botched robbery and brutal murder, the novel follows him and his adventures in a two-dimensional police station where, through the theories of the scientist/philosopher de Selby, he is introduced to "Atomic Theory" and its relation to bicycles, the existence of eternity (which turns out to be just down the road), and de Selby's view that the earth is not round but "sausage-shaped." With the help of his newly found soul named "Joe," he grapples with the riddles and contradictions that three eccentric policeman present to him.
The last of O'Brien's novels to be published, The Third Policeman joins O'Brien's other fiction (At Swim-Two-Birds, The Poor Mouth, The Hard Life, The Best of Myles, and The Dalkey Archive) to ensure his place, along with James Joyce and Samuel Beckett, as one of Ireland's great comic geniuses.
With the publication of The Third Policeman, Dalkey Archive Press now has all of O'Brien's fiction back in print.
A comic trip through hell in Ireland, as told by a murderer, The Third Policeman is another inspired bit of confusing and comic lunacy from the warped imagination and lovably demented pen of Flann O'Brien, author of At Swim-Two-Birds. There's even a small chance you'll figure out what's going on if you read the publisher's note that appears on the last page.
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| Tough to Rate |
| Customer Rating: 3 out of 5 |
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I'll start by saying that the reason I picked up this book is because it was featured on LOST. Having rewatched the first five seasons, I can say that if I had read this back at the start of Season 2, it would have had much more to offer in the way of information pertaining to the true nature of the show. Going into Season 6, it doesn't give you much to speculate about, but it does give you a glimpse at some of the source material that inspired those who wrote the show. Some of the parallels between this novel and LOST are quite apparent.
Now, onto the book itself... As others have said, the foreword spoils the ending, as does the Publisher's Note at the end, so don't read those until you've finished the story. I won't go into much plot summary, and I'll try to focus my review on how I felt about the book and it's various characteristics. The main character is obsessed with a faux-genius by the name of de Selby, and throughout the novel there are various footnotes that represent areas where the narrator tells us about de Selby's various zany exploits and why they were actually brilliant. At first, they're somewhat interesting, and really contribute a lot to the feel of the novel, but by the end I wound up dreading them. Other people say they are riotously funny; I did not agree. It gets to a point where some of the "footnotes" span the entire page (sometimes multiple pages), but the message is never any different. I was always very disappointed when I saw that there was a footnote (or three) ahead. They also break up the tempo of the novel if read sequentially, but I forced myself to do it. De Selby was stupid and the narrator thinks he was a genius; we get it.
I never once laughed out loud while reading this book. There were occasions where I quietly chuckled to myself, but it's not nearly as funny as people make it out to be. Maybe absurdist/surrealist humor just isn't my thing.
Finally, I'll touch on the topic of the ending. It's fairly predictable, but it's also satisfying. By that point in the novel, if it ended any other way I would have been very disappointed. Unfortunately, a secondary effect of this ending is that it makes me feel as if everything I read was for nothing. I don't want to delve into the realm of spoilers, but I will say that in the end, the narrator isn't the only one who gets duped.
Many people will probably think I just "didn't get it." I'm fairly confident I did. O'Brien touches on a lot of themes in this book, and it's not unlike something I would expect to be assigned in High School (I really wouldn't have minded this book were it assigned to me). The philosophical questions raised are of the most profound, but there are also issues of morality and criminal justice. There's also a good amount of pseudo-science, which I found to be wholly uninteresting.
It's a book I'm happy to say I've read, but I'm rating it 3/5 based on entertainment value. It was sometimes hard to pick up, but it wasn't all bad. There were enough interesting parts to get me over the hump. In the end, I'm glad I read it.
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Short read at 200 pages, and the Irish 'voice' was amusing for the first 50 or so but overall the investment was simply not worth the payoff. Would have been a better short story / metaphorical play on one man's version of 'Hell'. As a 200 page novel, for me, it grew stale in its comedic attempts and the pacing grew slow. Found myself skimming the last 20 pages wanting to get to the payoff (which was fairly predictable - although I'm sure more impactful at the time this book was released).
Would have been better 30 years ago, still not a bad ride in the country.
Peace.
- Savage
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| For Losties |
| Customer Rating: 4 out of 5 |
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Quite peculiar book. Definite must-read for anyone watching Lost leading into season 6. You will see reminders and direct images from seasons 2 and 3 of Lost, and there is a major tie-in to season's 5 finale to be found here. Perhaps you may find some enlightenment on Ben's "magic box" or Jacob's cabin...
As a standalone, it's still an interesting read with great plot twists. Worth checking out.
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| An amusing and haunting exploration into space and time |
| Customer Rating: 4 out of 5 |
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It is extremely difficult to write about The Third Policeman (Dalkey Archive Press, 2005) by Flann O'Brien without giving too much away. This is indeed the problem of the excellent introduction by Denis Donoghue and the excerpt from a letter O'Brien (one of the author's numerous names) wrote to American novelist William Saroyan that is repeated in the introduction and in a last-page afterword.. The book would have been a lot better if the introduction and the afterword had not been included. As far as one can guess, these insertions would not have been author O'Brien's intention. Like any writer, no matter how narcissistic or alcoholic he was, he craved recognition and the money such recognition would bring. In this sense, The Third Policeman is a communication from the author to the reader and in a wider context to society at large. Since every reader is entitled to express his own responses, answers and rebuttals to O'Brien's conjuring, I herewith dispense with the preliminary and postliminary scholarly and incisive analyses. I know now that Donoghue and I share much the same opinion about The Third Policeman. His comes more from the scope of his reading and knowledge, and I from my immediate acquaintance with the novel as an artifact. Fortunately I, like Donoghue, have some ideas about the sources from which O'Brien got the plot, cast, and shape of his novel.
For me the chief sources were Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland and Jonathan Swift's Gulliver's Travels. I will not mention another more essential source for that would give the plot away. Let me only say that O'Brien received his elementary and primary education in Roman Catholic Schools, but religion, at least in its conventional and easily recognizable forms, is not part of the book. Unless I missed buried references there is not a priest or bishop anywhere. There is a fleeting reference to Parnell as a hero and "Home Rule" is mentioned, as a slip-of-the-tongue, but never comes to the forefront in the minds of people in the novel...
Another feature is the absence of female characters until the very end when, without giving anything away about the plot, a woman, as unattractive as a woman can be, puts in a wifely appearance. Nevertheless there is a feminine aura over the entire novel and this is due to bicycles. Not so along ago bicycles were advertised in the American (and I suppose in the European) media as erotic objects. Boys in saloons and in backrooms were aware of glamorous pictures of nude women straddling or floating gleefully on the top of.obliging and polished bicycles. Later motorcycles became ultimate macho sex objects. But this is a novel about bicycles as they affected a small group of unusual people; unusual in the respect that the main characters are two loquacious policemen, an unsavory business partner of the nameless leading character, a contingent of one-legged men who appear up to no good but their own, a third policeman who is mostly invisible, asocial and so massive that he could be in the Guinness book of records, and the alluring bicycles whom readers are asked to accept as goddesses.
All the characters in the novel are inverted. Most have an overriding mission. On the ubiquitous narrator's part this mission is to get a black box from a man he has murdered which he thinks will make him rich and which metamorphoses into a box that contains occult powers that will compel everyone to do his bidding. It is like a gold box that King Midas might have possessed, though the narrator does not go that far. Actually he does not get very far at all because The Third Policeman is a novel that is partially a dream that seems real in a realm of no time. Author O'Brien does not get into quantum physics where, on a popular level, there appears to be an infinity of lower and lower elements until one reaches quarks and gluons and after that anti-matter (which, according to my rules of logic, would be no matter.) But O'Brien is intrigued with the idea of infinite progression shown at first by the endless receding eyes of Mathers who had been killed by the narrator. As with the stranger in Albert Camus' novel of that name, the narrator had no scruples about the murder. Subjective feelings, except for bicycles, are absent from the novel. It would be impertinent of me to say this detachment from monstrous deeds is an Irish characteristic, though John Synge made a scandal about The Playboy of the Western World's boastfulness about the death of his father.
While O'Brien is certainly entitled to make as much of infinite retrogressions and progressions as he wished, it is fair to say that this is not a new device. Mirrors that reflect mirrors and so on without stop are the stock-in-trade of horror movies and of some of Jean Couteau's surrealistic movies. Receding views of boxes within boxes or of dolls within dolls (Russian style) would seem to reach a point of no return. This would be true in the everyday world. In the topsy-turvy world of Alice in Wonderland and of Gulliver's Travels limits are exceeded and boundaries are crossed. Being more of a metaphysician than a mathematician, like Lewis Carroll, O'Brien claims his lead characters are in the presence of eternity. A marvelous episode in the novel occurs when the narrator and his two meddling policemen, who are intent on hanging him though he has no name and hence does not exist, discover a map of the universe on the ceiling of a police cell and through some magic of metempsychosis or of levitation find themselves within it. Their discovery of eternity is not a big deal as they can leave it by means of a lift. The catch is they can not take the riches or the knowledge they found there back to earth.
There is a strong element of satire in The Third Policemen which occurs at the bottoms of pages in footnotes when they do not take over entire pages. These are about the narrator's absorption with the works and life of De Selby and of his critics and defenders. This is an obvious takeoff on the Academy of Lagado in Swift's Gulliver's Travels, though, I would not be surprised if some of the medieval schoolmen, say Thomas Aquinas or Duns Scotus, were also being mocked. To me the satire was like going though a series of gags, put-downs and turn-abouts in the manner of vaudeville shows. It was hard to take it seriously as everybody concerned is a fake.
Now for the conundrum: what American's would call the "whole enchilada" or what O'Brien would call the "pancake." This is: Is the novel worth reading without knowing the denouement? Definitely, for all the meanderings and lucubrations lead up to a grand surprise which one thinks shamefacedly they should that thought of all along. Second, is the novel worth reading after knowing the metaphysical and moral reasons for its existence? My answer is Yes, not only because Henry James said the plot is the least important part of a novel which in this case is not altogether appropriate as other features such as characters are one-dimensional and the setting is minimal but exact.
The novel is worth reading for it peculiarities and for its differences from traditional realistic novels in which scenes and people are described in customary and trite language. Like Gulliver's Travels and Alice in Wonderland each and every character is a grotesque and, as such, a projection from inside the narrator. They are fantastics. Sleep itself occupies a prominent place in the novel and the inference is that sleep is better than awakening because living has lost its tang. This conclusion is difficult to swallow but these are eerie people who embody ideas that it is hard to imagine most people would embrace, even those who frequent Irish pubs where the reader is given to understand O'Brien was a regular customer. Once more, without giving the plot away, The Third Policemen reads like an attenuated version of De Quincey's "Confessions of an English Opium Eater."
Lastly, what I most enjoyed about the book, and why I would recommend it for reading, if not for the writing of college theses, is O'Brien's enlivening and, to me, altogether new use of the English Language. The poet Ezra Pound said, "make it new." And this O'Brien did with virtuoso twists, inversion and sleights-of-tongue. Sometimes in Shakespeare readers get a similar impression of a master practitioner in the jugglery of words, especially in the incorrigible Hotspur in Henry IV, Part I, who could not close his mouth,.and the irresistible Falstaff of Henry IV, Part II. I recommend enjoying the book to the point where all the bon mots, malapropisms, speech rhythms, non sequiturs, jokes, and paradoxes have been committed to memory. Let this be the final verdict: The Third Policeman is a novel that excels in paradoxes.
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| A Humorous, Mind-Stretching Fantasy |
| Customer Rating: 3 out of 5 |
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I picked up "The Third Policeman" because it appeared on the TV show, "LOST," and was said to have time travel elements (like "LOST"). Well, "The Third Policeman" has a lot of things going on, but most of them do not have anything to do with a coherent plot in the normal sense.
To wit, the narrator of the novel conspires with the man who has taken over his farm to kill and rob a wealthy neighbor. The narrator soon finds himself talking to a policeman who is becoming a bicycle, and policemen whose lives revolve around bicycle culture and who soon guide the narrator to the path to Eternity (by using the map on the police station ceiling).
If it sounds strange, that's because it is strange. This book did not enlighten me as to what is happening on "LOST," but it did provide me with some chuckles, some interesting concepts, and some interesting phrases.
Be warned, though, "The Third Policeman" is not for everyone. It boggles the mind at times and, as one of the policemen might say, "presents itself as a pretty tough pancake."
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