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Electric Letters Z [Paperback]

Peter Cowlam
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  • Paperback: 228 pages
  • Publisher: CentreHouse Press; First Edition, First Printing edition (9 April 1998)
  • Language English
  • ISBN-10: 1902086007
  • ISBN-13: 978-1902086002
  • Product Dimensions: 21.2 x 13.6 x 2 cm
  • Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (1 customer review)
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: 4,816,898 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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'Electric Letters Z' is a novel set in the literary London of the early 1990s. It is a comedy, and like all comedy has an underlying seriousness of purpose. That purpose is to call into question many assumptions regarding the business of writing that readers and book-buyers are expected to make.

There are three central characters. The first of these is Marshall Zob, a literary celebrity whose social ascent takes him into the heart of London's most fashionable literary quarter, namely Hampstead, home also of politicians, TV personalities and rock stars. The truth of Marshall Zob is this: that a network of media contacts has ensured his high profile at every stage of his literary career, and through the force of promotion and advertising has turned his mediocre works of fiction into bestsellers. Zob's delusion is that his success is due to his genius.

Our second character is Alistair Wye. Wye's background, although bookish (he reads Nabokov, Nabokov, and Nabokov) is in computer science. Zob has hired him as an assistant, and it is from this perspective of assistant - that is, from Wye's point of view - that the story of Zob's eventual downfall is told. This brings us directly, for reasons which will presently become clear, to the third of our central characters, Professor Andrew Glaze, a man already dead when the action of the novel opens. Let us concentrate a little on Glaze.

Glaze has been Professor of English Literature at Exe University. This is a fictitious seat of learning, but has very obvious parallels with Oxford and Cambridge. Zob was a student at Exe University during the 1970s, and at that time developed a close relationship with his tutor Glaze. In fact Zob was not only his star pupil, but the son of Zob Senior, also a professor at Exe. When Zob Junior made it clear that he wished to pursue a career as professional writer, Glaze used all his influence with publishers, newspaper people and film producers to set his protigi on the right path.

Glaze's personal life hasn't gone well. A short while prior to the opening of the novel, his marriage has collapsed and his wife Samantha has fled to New York, where, after the anticipated divorce, she intends to marry one of New York's wealthiest bankers. Glaze takes this opportunity to follow her to America, ostensibly on sabbatical, where professionally he embarks on an ill-conceived lecture tour. A chance remark during one of his early lectures seems to indicate that he has conceived and is about to publish a startlingly new theory of literature. This is bound up with a semi-philosophical notion of time. For Glaze this is problematic, since philosophy is not a subject he cares for or has even studied.

Inevitably the lecture tour is a failure, and that and his moribund marriage drive him into mental ill-health. All of this is catalogued by Glaze himself in a series of letters and postcards that he sends to Zob during his time in America. Unfortunately Zob has been careless about filing these letters, and has them dotted about in no particular order in his extensive archive. Furthermore his replies to his friend Glaze have all been undertaken on an IBM-compatible using word-processor software he still doesn't quite understand. All those replies do still exist, and are there, somewhere on his computer disk system, but Zob has no idea how to retrieve them. It is a long time since he printed and dispatched them.

Why should Zob wish to retrieve these letters? It is because, at the outset of the story, Glaze has just recently committed suicide. Hacks in the literary world see this as an opportunity, and many of them are now at work writing lengthy obituaries and shop-window biographies. Zob decides that he will cash in too, with an annotated version of the correspondence between himself and Glaze during that American lecture tour. It is Wye's job to root out and order both sides of this exchange.

It is during this labour that Wye keeps a careful eye on Zob's three other preoccupations. The first involves the fabulous procession of womanhood which Zob lures into his bed, almost on a nightly basis. The second is his political infighting in the very brutish world of publishing and writerly success. The third is his obsession with public accolades, and his attempts to bribe his way into winning the 'Best-novel-to-be-published (this decade)' award. This is an award very much like the Booker Prize.

It is here that Zob eventually comes unstuck, since a new and even more mediocre novelist, Justin Simms, appears on the scene just as it seems certain that Zob will win his coveted prize. Simms's friends are as powerful as Zob's own, and at the last moment Simms seems likely to snatch that prize from him.

Quietly, Wye works away at the tasks set him by his master, yet takes the trouble to keep a diary of events. It is that diary which constitutes the text of 'Electric Letters Z', a novel through which it is the author's intention to show that the world of English fiction is not driven by its best practitioners. It is driven and ruthlessly controlled by an English old-boy network - one which all the propaganda tells us died or at least heard its death-knell in the more liberal 1960s. Anyone outside that network who has tried to publish a work of literature knows that not to be the case.

All this has to be said because in the opinion of many we are not seeing the best of the contemporary English novel in published form. That is a pernicious state of affairs, whose authority is hereby challenged.

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The world of publishing has polarised and is now beginning to fragment. At one extreme are the conglomerate firms who have the resources and distribution networks that enable them to invest - almost with impunity - into the floss of self-fulfilling prophecy. They are able not so much to predict a best-seller as to manufacture one. At the other extreme are the small presses, varying in quality, who cannot invest in expensive publicity and distribution, and who turn out short-run productions by whatever financial means they are able to muster. CentreHouse Press is firmly in the small and short-run category, and views 'Electric Letters Z' as striking a blow not only for down-trodden, unsung genius, but for the soul of publishing itself.

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5.0 out of 5 stars ELZ - a literary masterpiece, 26 May 2000
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This review is from: Electric Letters Z (Paperback)
Reading this original and thought-provoking book I often found myself wishing it had been published more widely than in paperback. The plot revolves around a researcher working through an archive of computer disks, stored emails, fax printouts, as well as keeping a diary of his findings and reactions to life in close proximity to a 'literary celebrity'. Being in large part about the new communications technology, it actually deserves much wider treatment than the publishers have given it, and a readership to match. For this is a book about the challenges the 'communications revolution' presents to the 'old tradition' and as such is of concern to us all. It is also about vanity, egotism, self-seeking publicity, all perhaps intrinsic to 'litbiz', and while having a serious message it is often remarkably funny.

How history repeats itself! Many of the first 'real' novels were epistolary in form, and many novels in the genre's infancy were 'experimental', indeed '<I>avant garde avant la lettre</I>'. They stretched the art of story telling to the limit, questioning the identity of writer, narrator, reader, testing the rules of plot and story line. Nowadays, one almost expects the 'serious' novel to play with and kick against <I>idées reçues</I>, but Diderot and Sterne and Co can still show many of our contemporaries a thing or two. It gives me at least pause for thought that this novel, set so firmly in the 'modern' world of advanced communications (email, fax, if not the Internet per se) should fundamentally have more in common with its eighteenth-century forebears than with its 1990s siblings, without itself being a 'historical novel' in any sense. One could mention Laclos, Sterne, Smollett, or more recently Nabokov, and I do not believe Peter Cowlam would be offended. In Electric Letters Z, you will find yourself in an increasingly bewildering yet often comical world where we begin to question the nature of 'fame and reputation' and where the nature of research changes into something more like hunting and detective work. For the narrator is not all that he seems to be at first, and in this I was often reminded of another recent novel, by John Lancaster, The Debt to Pleasure. Alistair Wye, a young graduate in computer science, a technophile with a literary bent (he reads Nabokov, significantly), is taken on as an assistant by celebrity millionaire novelist Marshall Zob. As Wye works, inevitably keeping a diary of his life in close proximity to Zob, he becomes increasingly involved in Zob's archive, and discovers secrets that Zob had thought lost/hidden forever. As we now know from the Clinton/Lewinsky affair, emails are never deleted entirely, but remain as traces in cyberspace which can eventually be reconstituted. And when someone like Zob also commits his thoughts to paper and disk, and frequently stores them in cupboards and shoe boxes, it is not surprising that Wye, as he delves and explores, finds that more and more skeletons fall out of more and more cupboards. Nothing is what it seems, and as the novel proceeds, we are forced increasingly to question whose side we should be on. Page after page the thot plickens (as the narrator himself wight mell mistype), his confusion grows, his paranoia tightens around him and the reader. It is London, sometimes Devon, the literatiset, yet also an abstract conceptual world of games, like Cluedo played by Nabokov-a crossword and unreal conceit, yet very cleverly done. Cowlam is adamant this is no roman-à-clef-but he tells us before we had thought to ask. There are strong hints that it is therefore a roman-à-clef, and that Cowlam may know still yet more from first hand experience about this world he satirizes, and that there are therefore more novels to look forward to ... He is very good on tone and irony, social attitudes. He can do his characters 'in different voices' and after the initial difficulties (above) of identifying the main characters, one gets used to their differing writing styles. The growth of email means that writing and reading are once again central to modern social communication (after several decades when the telephone seemed to be inexorably destroying the art of traditional written correspondence). Email is more chatty and spontaneous, but nonetheless it is basically an exchange of written text and as such the perfect medium for a novel. But why not go the whole way and create a novel on disk, on the Internet (it's already been done, of course)? I believe this novel, which in many ways is about the effects of technology, would reach a wider audience if it were itself part of that technology. That aside, I recommend Electric Letters Z as an entertaining and often puzzling read. Printed text, reading material in book form will always (in my opinion) be handier to carry around and use, wherever and whenever, than any electronic device. And Marshall Zob, a traditional technophobe, and the eventual victim of this new technology, would no doubt agree with me!

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