Whether
you've seen the so-called "reality TV" show "Big Brother"
or only read about it, you probably know the premise: a group of people are
confined to a house for several months, isolated from the outside world, their
every activity and interaction monitored by cameras and microphones twenty-four
hours a day. One by one the housemates are evicted by their fellows until only
two remain. The evicted housemates vote to determine the winner, who receives
half a million dollars. The runner-up comes away with fifty thousand.
Apart from the prospect of emerging with a lot of money, why do
the contestants put themselves through this? They may offer a variety of
reasons, but the reality is they crave the instant, if dubious, fame
being seen on a nationally or internationally broadcast program brings.
Why would a network (CBS, in "Big Brother's" case)
broadcast this kind of program? Because there's an audience for it to whom they
can transmit advertisements which in turn pay the network's revenues. The
programs that make it to the air are of course carefully edited for their
"dramatic" value. Fanatical viewers can pay their subscription money
to watch everything, including the mundane moments, via Internet feeds.
This is the basis for Ben Elton's clever satirical whodunit Dead
Famous. The program is "House Arrest," brought to an English
audience by Peeping Tom Productions, the company owned by the calculating
Geraldine Hennessey, also known as "Geraldine the Gaoler."
A diverse group of ten men and women, all relatively young and,
with one notable exception, fairly attractive, are confined to the "House
Arrest" house under the constant surveillance of Peeping Tom. Friendships
and enmities quickly develop as the housemates are assigned tasks by Peeping
Tom to earn their weekly share of food and drink. Having no television to watch
or books to read, the rest of their time is spent in group and individual
interaction. Geraldine, ever alert for "good telly," hopes sexual
liaisons will ensue, and has done her best to provide for them.
Twenty-seven days later, after the first eviction and the
arrest—which stands in lieu of an eviction—of another housemate for a past
crime, someone (the reader doesn't learn who until two-thirds of the way
through the book) is brutally murdered by person unknown. Given all of the
cameras and microphones covering every inch of the house, it can't have
happened—but it has.
Thus, an "impossible" murder in a "locked
house."
Old-school, often splenetic Chief Inspector Stanley Spencer
Coleridge and his team are compelled to wade through unedited, unaired
videotapes, hoping to find a motive or a clue. The reader is a party to their
investigations as well as to what goes on in the house, the editing suite, and
in the minds of the book's characters.
Eventually Coleridge discovers the solution to the fairly-clued
puzzle and reveals it in grand fashion.
Ben Elton's crisp prose moves the reader swiftly through the
story, which includes some good comic moments as well as suspenseful ones. Dead
Famous works very well as a detective story and as a satirical take on our
modern culture's inexplicable taste for fabricated fame. I recommend the book
with the warning that readers who find raw, rampant profanity and graphic
sexual depictions offensive will want to avoid it.
Barry Ergang ©2011, 2021
Some
of Derringer Award-winning author’s Barry Ergang’s work is available at Smashwords and Amazon.
For the month of July, a number of Barry’s titles at Smashwords are
marked down as he participates in the annual Smashwords Summer Sale.
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