From pulp-minded cynics there is the impression that
the literati like nothing more than a book which presents fractals of reality
impressed upon social and cultural situations—the more politically and historically
significant, the better. If you can
somehow throw in the values of literature (meta or otherwise), well, that’s
just ink for the Nobel. Post-modern the
name of the game, numerous are the works of serious literature (no quotes
needed) attempting to portray existence as ever deconstructing relativity for
critical acclaim. Speculative fiction a
genre not well known for its forays into this realm of literature, there have
been successful attempts, nevertheless.
Jorge Luis Borges, J.G. Ballard, M. John Harrison, Jeff VanderMeer,
Philip K. Dick (though perhaps unintentional) among them, adding his name to
this list is Lavie Tidhar, Osama (2012)
the novel securing his position.
Ostensibly, Osama
is the story of the private investigator Joe and the bizarre case he’s
contracted to take on. Living in
Ventiane, Laos, his only loves are cigarettes, whiskey, and the series of pulp
paperback novels he reads religiously called Osama Bin Laden: Vigilante. The main character Osama an anti-hero, the
books tell the story of bombings, destruction, and the overall machinations of
a man attempting to bring his version of justice to the Western world. A strange girl entering Joe’s office one day,
she asks him to track down the writer of the fictional antihero Osama, Mike Longshott. Though wanting to say no, the plastic with
unlimited credit handed his way serves to change Joe’s mind. Beginning his investigation into Longshott’s
whereabouts things quickly become strange: mysterious men in black suits shoot
at him for no reason. For poor Joe,
however, that’s not as strange as things become, particularly the closer he
gets to the reclusive writer.