some fava beans and a nice chianti









Welcome to the dark world of Hannibal Lecter. Enjoy his favorite music while dining on some gourmet home-cooked liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.


Senator Martin and Hannibal Lecter considered each other, one extremely bright,the other not measurable by any means known to man.

Dr. Lecter amused himself--he has extensive internal resources and can entertain himself for years at a time. His thoughts were no more bound by fear or kindness than Milton's were by physics. He was free in his head.


Hannibal

Hannibal, as I'm sure you all know, is the newly released sequel to Silence of the Lambs. Like the other Harris fans, I have been anxiously awaiting this story for years. Like the other fans, I wanted to love it. I expected to love it. But, loath as I am to admit it, I do not love it.

The characters I met in this new novel are not the ones I knew from the previous ones. They are strangers. Their behavior does not follow from what we know of them. The book seems to have been hastily thrown together, which is strange considering the length of time since Silence. Typos suggest it wasn't even proofread with much care. The following will contain spoilers so, if you haven't read the book yet, proceed at your own risk.

The ending is the strangest part of the book. On the one hand, I am happy that Clarice ended up with Hannibal. I certainly would in her place. But I find it hard to believe she would have ever agreed to forget about trying to arrest him and become his lover instead. Explaining it in terms of hallucinogenic drugs seems a little gimmicky, like a deus in machina. I mean, Harris didn't really go through her mind and her motivations in a way that made the change believable. There was a bit about an imaginary dialog with her father and confrontation with his actual bones. But it didn't make her change of heart believable to me.

In Silence, Lecter stressed the impossibility of explaining him causally. "Nothing happened to me, Officer Starling. I happened. You can't reduce me to a set of influences. You've given up good and evil for behaviorism, Officer Starling. You've got everybody in moral dignity pants - nothing is ever anybody's fault." But Hannibal tries to do exactly that. Reduce him to a set of influences. And what influences! His sister was cannibalized so he has to eat others? And Lecter was so wonderful as a mystery. "Solving" that mystery by giving us the "origin" of his compulsion takes away from it.

I hate to make this comparison but it seems unavoidable. I used to be on the Anne Rice mailing list. We discussed the Vampire Chronicles and compared the various novels in this serial of novels. There was a considerable difference between Interview With the Vampire and the subsequent sequels. The first novel was a lot darker and more compelling. Later, she rehabilitated Lestat who had been a negative character at first and made him into the main character. She gave him all sorts of powers he didn't have in the first novel, had him kill only "evil doers" and made him rich. The Lecter in Red Dragon and Silence is in prison. His only resources are in his mind. He is dark and dangerous. The Lecter in Hannibal is rich, kills mainly evil doers and becomes more and more benevolent. He is still an outlaw, as is Lestat, but (gods, I hate to say this but it's like saying itself!) more like "the Fonz" (Happy Days) was an outlaw. I realize his character was so compelling that people want him to be likeable. But I didn't want it to happen at the expense of his mystique.

Some readers have suggested that Harris wrote this as a joke. Others have speculated that he capitulated to pressure from Hollyweird for a sequel which he just wasn't inspired to create. Whatever the case, I will always remain in awe of Harris for The Red Dragon and Silence of the Lambs.












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