David Hunt
This novel opens by describing the heroine, Kay Farrow.
She wears a T-shirt, jeans, leather jacket and a Contax
camera, and lives in San Francisco. It conveys that she's
tough, streetwise and creative. She trawls through the
druggie and prostitute community, and befriends and takes
photographs of bisexual/homosexual Tim Lovsey. He is killed
and butchered, and there begins the start of a murder-mystery
story.
Farrow's father is a retired police officer who now bakes
bread; she has a seventy year old photography mentor,
a hippy journalist friend who calls her 'kiddo', and,
after she is beaten up, a doctor lover called Sasha. She
practices aikido - although Hunt does not know much about
martial arts. He says
that Farrow practices katas (pre-arranged patterns) which
aikido does not have, and describes someone practising
Tai Chi katas - there is only one Tai Chi form for each
respective version, and it is not correct to describe
it as 'kata', which is the Japanese term applied to karate
forms.
The seedy underworld is glamorised, as when Farrow regards
her photographic project as "street hustler as psychic
explorer…in my pictures I want to capture the lives of
those who, by offering their bodies to danger and to lust,
risk all, and by so doing achieve a kind of stature".
Running through the narrative is a depiction of the aesthetic
and psychology of the photographic gaze. Farrow has a
telescope in her room which she peers through regularly
and she says "by interposing a lens I stylise reality
and by so doing shield myself from pain". She is often
sexually aroused when her work goes well: "I love photography,
the sense of capture, the sureness that possesses me when
I'm getting at something deep". The camera is her means
of negotiating life and discovering meaning; it empowers
her and she admires her mentor as "mistress of the direct,
unblinking gaze; the gaze that, in her words, probes,
strips, reveals".
The prose is basic and does not impress you with its
fluency, creativity or style; the characters are a little
formulaic and unconvincing. Farrow's aikido study is introduced
far too abruptly, like she is visiting a shop to buy a
newspaper. Yet the story is entertaining, and you want
to finish the book to resolve several unanswered questions.
It's a minor but worthwile piece of writing, interesting
as a study of the photographic gaze.