Book Review: The Club Dumas by Arturo Perez-Reverte

I discovered Arturo Pérez-Reverte earlier this year with his endearing Spanish adventure novel, Captain Alatriste. My discovery started a chain that ended most recently with The Club Dumas. I now gather that Pérez-Reverte is a wildly successful author in Spain and elsewhere, and more recently finding success in the U.S. Of course, American editions are translations of his work in Spanish. I have no idea how capable they are as translations, but I do enjoy his books so far.

The Club Dumas is a mystery thriller with shades of the noir detective. In this case, protagonist Lucas Corso is a book detective. He's a mercenary hired by rich -- and usually corrupt -- book collectors to buy, sell, trade and find rare books. I found Corso fascinating. (My wife, who read the book with me, found him deplorable. Ce la guerre!) He's a weasel of a man, exceptionally clever, and lonely. He occupies his time drinking gin and romanticizing his Napoleonic ancestor. Oh yes, and books -- very expensive, very rare books.

The story begins with a book collector's suspicious suicide. Corso gets hired to verify the dead man's possession – a rare manuscript written by Alexandre Dumas. It's a chapter from The Three Musketeers. Subsequently, he's hired by an obsessive collector of the occult to discover which of three extant editions of The Book of Nine Doors is a forgery.

Thus begins a twin strand of narrative where Corso races to find eccentric book collectors and examine their occult tomes while he's pursued by a modern-day Milady and Rochefort (Dumas' famous villains) as a strange conspiracy re-enacts The Three Musketeers with him at the center. The eccentrics wind up dead, and Corso demonstrates his cleverness.

Along the way he finds the girl. The alluring woman gives Corso fictional names and careless excuses. She's slightly infuriating to read. Corso asks her questions I wanted to know, and she's just aloof. There are many hints that she's supernatural – a guardian angel maybe, or even the Devil. Through her shining, green-eyed seduction we learn that Corso once loved and lost. It explains his emptiness and callousness. And, in the end, explains why the green-eyed girl is so fond of him. She is, it turns out, rather diabolical.

Throughout the book, Corso works to unravel the pictorial mystery within The Book of Nine Doors. The book contains nine engravings, and the novel actually shows the images. This teases out one of the most captivating mysteries of the book. I desperately wanted Corso to unravel this occult puzzle. And, he does. But, the result is disappointing.

Pérez-Reverte gives us a lesson in narrative; I'm still not sure I needed it. At times, the characters actually imagine that their absurd situations are so dreadful that perhaps they're merely fictional characters in a book. Of course, they are. The author's teasing. This itself, I don't mind. He's not the first to dabble in post-modernism. But, Pérez-Reverte has another, grander trick up his sleeve. To spoil it for readers, his trick is a lesson in how we perceive narrative. Those twin strands of narrative are ruses. They're not intertwined. Corso – and therefore readers like me – have impressed upon these twin strands interconnectivity.

And what is the result? Corso, for all his cleverness, learns that he's lost his soul long ago. He's Faustian. And, in the end, he knows it. He's smitten with the girl, and she's pulling the strings behind it all, wrecking selfish interests for her own amusement. Let's just say the devil's in the details.

Like I said, I'm not sure I needed the lesson in constructing narrative. Fortunately, I the lesson entertained the hell out of me. It had all the wonderful trappings of that Umberto Eco style occult mystery (Eco himself actually has a cameo in the story!) in a tidy detective fiction package. It's a good read with some frayed ends.

The Club Dumas: B-