The
Wall Street bombing which took place on September 16, 1920 was—until 2001—the
most deadly terrorist attack ever to strike New York City. In the immediate
vicinity of the blast were the buildings of J. P. Morgan and Co., the world's
most powerful financial institution; the U.S. Assay Office, which housed $900
million in gold; and the U.S. Sub-Treasury, while around the corner was the New
York Stock Exchange. To complicate matters still further, a leaflet found
nearby demanded the freeing of "political prisoners." Hundreds of
policemen and FBI agents tried to identify the culprits and their motives, with
Anarchists, Bolsheviks, Communists, Russians, and Italians all suspected in
turn. No one claimed responsibility; to this day the case has never been
officially solved.
The September 16th
attack kick-starts Jed Rubenfeld's intelligent, fast-paced historical thriller The Death Instinct. Among the witnesses of the explosion are war
surgeon Dr. Stratham Younger, his friend Captain James Littlemore of the NYPD,
and Colette Rousseau, a radiochemist whom Younger met in France during the
First World War, and who is in America trying to raise funds for her mentor,
Marie Curie. Littlemore takes a professional interest in the Wall Street
atrocity, finding himself caught between political, civic, and business forces.
Each has secrets to hide and agendas to advance. Younger and Rousseau,
meanwhile, are plunged into a separate series of crises and adventures: before
the first sixty pages have elapsed there has been—in addition to the Wall
Street bombing—a mysterious letter, a kidnapping, two murders, and the
appearance of a hideously deformed woman who seems to be trying to send a
message to Colette.
A lengthy flashback
explaining how and when Younger and Rousseau first met slows things down
momentarily. Once this is out of the way, however, Rubenfeld begins to develop
the various plot strands that have been set in motion. His writing, too,
becomes more assured, as when he describes a number of women who have daubed
their eyes with luminous make-up, "creating paired circles of
phosphorescence that turned the dark portal of the church into a kind of grotto
from which nocturnal birds or beasts seemed to peer out." The teasing
possibility of romance between
Stratham and Colette is handled deftly, and the period color of post-War Paris,
Vienna, and Prague provides a vivid backdrop, while various historical
figures—including Sigmund Freud, Madame Curie, Treasury Secretary William
McAdoo, and FBI head "Big" Bill Flynn—weave in and out of the plot.
Freud is given the largest role, and makes perhaps the most disturbing comment
in the novel, when he suggests to Younger that the perpetrators of the bombing
are already dead. "You think they killed themselves in the
blast—deliberately," Younger says slowly, to which Freud replies "Maybe
they did, maybe they didn't . . . . Maybe they'll give others the idea."
It's not the only time
that Rubenfeld draws parallels between the events of 1920 and the present day.
Indeed, he's at his best with the aftermath of the Wall Street explosion,
blending fact and fiction seamlessly to create a gripping mystery. He is
equally successful with the engaging, observant, tenacious, and dryly humorous
Jimmy Littlemore. "Somebody has to" is his reply, when he's accused
of playing by the rules. His dogged pursuit of the truth behind the events of
September 16th, and his refusal to compromise, lends The Death Instinct its heart. A
suggestion to the author: a series featuring the continuing adventures of Jimmy
Littlemore. Perhaps he could investigate the disappearance of Judge Crater . .
. .
Barbara Roden is a writer, editor, publisher, and reviewer who lives in British Columbia.
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