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The Naked Face by Sidney Sheldon
Book Summary InformationAuthor: Sidney Sheldon Edition: Mass Market Paperback Audio: English (Unknown); English (Original Language); English (Published) Published: 1985-08-07 ISBN: 0446341916 Number of pages: 320 Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Book Reviews of The Naked FaceBook Review: A Diamond of the First Water; Behind The Mirror of The Mind... Chilling. Summary: 5 Stars
In THE NAKED FACE, Sheldon gave Stephen King a run for his money, competing with King's ability to unearth the gritty emotional core of homo sapiens. This was one of my favorite of Sheldon's mainstream novels; I've read most of those works, some more than once. The psychological depth of Sidney's characters, exposing inner visions of various disturbances, came out with amazing clarity and complexity in this novel. It appeared to me that Sidney understood the inside, underside, and upside of the human psyche, possibly in a more intuitive way than a practicing psychiatrist.
I read this novel in the late 80's, and I'm not good at recalling details, so I won't strain my brain to give a plot summary from a bad memory, which might mistakenly mix a few other novels into this one. What I do recall clearly, though, is that I was deeply impressed with this novel, so much so that I continued chewing on exactly what it was which awed me about this particular story. It had something to do with Sidney's grasp of psychosis and his ability to redeem it or to know when to render it to the fires of cremation. I knew I would come to a time to read the book again later, and come to a catharsis with that nagging feeling of more value to be had through a repeat read of THE NAKED FACE.
Maybe after that reread I could write a decent plot summary. In any case, I've rarely written any type of synopsis in my reviews, mostly because that's done perfectly by other reviewers. Instead, I do my thing, which is to try to help potential readers decide if a book is easy to get into, by detailing what captured and kept my interest, by determining what glued a book into my mind so I could live vicariously in it.
Some of the reviews mentioned this being Sheldon's first novel, and therefore less than his others. I can see how they came to that conclusion. I can also understand how others described it as better than, and noted psychological complexity. Most said it was engrossing.
I wonder...
If Sheldon had written THE NAKED FACE (or published it) at the end of his career as a novelist instead of at the beginning, might that work be seen in a different light? Might it be viewed as a crowning achievement, shedding light (yeah, I'm going overboard, or maybe I have my head in the clouds) on every angle of his long and varied, creative career?
By the way, Sidney's long and varied career, is highlighted beautifully in THE OTHER SIDE OF ME, Sidney's memoirs released November 8, 2005.
That's another must get; must read, for those of us who love to labyrinth into worlds of fiction. Yet, this isn't fiction; it's Sidney's life, which appears to read better than some of the best novels. In fact it appears to be better than even Sidney's novels. And, that's saying something.
I read the first few chapters of these memoirs while browsing in a couple bookstores in Grand Junction, CO, HASTINGS and BARNES & NOBLE, on 12/12/05. Feeling similarly to a reviewer of that book, after reading a few chapters of Sidney's memoirs, I was tempted to temporarily halt a book I had been enjoying immensely, to continue reading THE OTHER SIDE OF ME. It wasn't easy to temporarily put aside Sidney's memoirs, and decide to wait and order it from Amazon (which I did on 12/17/05).
THE OTHER SIDE OF ME, as noted above, appears to be more riveting than any of Sidney's novels; it exposes beautifully the richness of Sheldon's personal history, and how he became the phenomenon he is.
Having read only the first 4 chapters, I received an "ah ha!" for the source of his kaleidoscope writing style. I began to see why many of his novels have the first 5 chapters begin from different parts of the world or from different life pursuits, each chapter initiating sets of characters who seem to have nothing to do with those in the other opening chapters.
In understanding how his life set up his style as a novelist, I also understand how THE OTHER SIDE OF ME explained its first chapter's event to Otto, Sidney's father, who ingeniously convinced 18 year old Sidney not to add the sleeping pills to the whiskey he had consumed in preparation for them. I believe that Sidney will gently and subtly weave the answer to the first riveting chapter into the remainder of the book, tying the themes of his childhood into the directions of his ultimate success, and the devastations of riding the psyche designed from those early chaotic years, boomeranging repeatedly from poverty to riches and back.
A review noted that these memoirs delve more into Sidney's show biz career than into his life as a novelist. It was helpful to know that, even though I was also hoping to learn more about Sheldon's background around his novels. Even so, I'll read between the delicious lines if possible, seeking silver threads exposing his reasons for featuring the vignettes he did. Those features will likely answer the main questions I would have about how Sidney's life drove his multi-fronted successes.
I was invited into Sidney's world of the novel by my nephew, Lonnie Joe Hudnall, an ex marine who was based in Seoul Korea, as a military policeman, later adding translator to his list of duties performed to precision without pomp. When Lonnie lived somewhere he lived there, with those people, melding himself into their ways of doing, thinking, and speaking, as much as he could do that and honor his military commitments.
When he recommended WINDMILLS OF THE GODS to me, which was my first dip into Sidney's mainstream novels, I was indeed curious, and not disappointed. Read that book twice, and then progressed to read all the other early books, though I'm happy to say I still have a couple of his most recent novels on my To Read list. I knew that Sheldon was one of Lonnie's favorite authors, but I also knew that Lonnie's reasons for recommending Windmills to me went beyond sharing that appreciation. Of course, as I read, I was looking for why Lonnie felt I would enjoy this particular book. Did he see me as being similar to the woman who became an ambassador? If so, I was highly complimented.
The only compliment I've received from Lonnie which was higher, was his conclusion after reading several chapters of my nonfiction manuscript, MOLASSES MOON. "I was reading and reading and reading, and all of a sudden I realized it felt like I hadn't been reading, but that I had been thinking my own thoughts." If that isn't a compliment on syntax being smooth and natural, I don't know what is. Thanks, Lonnie, for many things, especially our fascinating discussions on, and mutual love of books and words.
Lonnie is also a writer, with at least one novel written into several chapters of a first draft, and a few tentative beginnings of a project of rewriting history in a uniquely intriguing slant and style. Maybe I'll be reviewing one of his books here one day. Maybe he'll be reviewing one of mine.
Writers. Gotta love em.
I wonder if Sidney's memoirs will go the way of his Midnight novels, and split into at least a duo if not a trilogy. I hate to be left in the position of, if I want more of a book I have to reread it. But, of course that's a better position than dropping a novel into the fire of the coal stove after having read it, to be sure no one else ever picks it up.
I did that once; I won't tell what book it was. It wasn't a novel I'll ever review here, since I've made a pact with myself to review only books good enough to rave with 5 stars, as I wish upon them for more. I feel somewhat guilty "coping out" like that, since that leaves the task to other reviewers to expose those books which might not be worth reading, or to expose the dull or drag parts in otherwise good reads. My problem isn't a matter only of being too sensitive to criticize publically; it's that every book has great value to certain readers at certain times. I don't feel qualified to know what's truly bad, or why. I'm still learning what's good and why.
Speaking of rereading to get more. A few years ago, my Mom and a friend and I were on the way to Santa Fe. I was driving my Mom's 67 Ford Galaxy; the friend was reading my sci fi ms, MORNING COMES. Reaching the -30- at the end of the last page, I believe it was page 400-something, the friend screeched, "Oh No!!" My stomach gathered into granite, "Did she just read something she hated? Did she hate the ending?"
I didn't have to ask.
"It CAN'T be over! I don't want this book to end!" She immediately flipped to the first page and began again, her scowl smoothing into a smile as she continued rereading and I continued driving southwest to visit Sunstone Press.
Returning to a True Master of That Game, I should note that I see differences between Sidney's early novels and his later ones, all great, just subtly different in feel. I won't get into detail on that; I merely wanted to state the opinion and run.
In closing, I'll mention that Sidney's Midnight novels stay in my mind as being the most engrossing and complexly satisfying reads in his collection.
Can't wait to get my hands on my personal copy of THE OTHER SIDE OF ME,
Linda Shelnutt
P.S. Also ordered the hardback of Nicholas Spark's TRUE BELIEVER. Looking forward to rereading in easy chair plush the installments I read riveted to the book shelves in my local Wal Mart during a series of grocery hops (see my review on TRUE BELIEVER and its companion review on Stephen King's MISERY).
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