Fiction – paperback; Vintage; 223 pages; 2004.
Dead Babies, first published in 1975, was Martin Amis‘ second novel. It’s a rather sordid, but richly comic tale, about a group of young and somewhat privileged Brits living it up over the course of a weekend. Think Chuck Palahniuk, but 30 to 40 years before his time.
The book is not for the faint-hearted, because, while there are no real dead babies in the story, there is plenty of illicit drug-taking, alcohol consumption and debauched sex.
The vast cast of quite vile characters, who gather at the five-bedroom, three-storey Appleseed Rectory in rural Hertfordshire, include: Quentin, who is handsome but deceitful; Andy, who is sexually aggressive; Giles, who is rich but beset by anxiety (his special fixation is losing his teeth); and Keith, who is ugly, dwarf-like and fat, and the butt of everyone’s jokes. The two females, Celia (Quentin’s wife) and Diana (Andy’s girlfriend), are less objectionable, but perhaps because neither is particularly well drawn.
Into this toxic cauldron of adolescent-like friends come three American guests: Marvell, a “postgraduate in psychology, anthropology and environment at Columbia University, underground journalist, film-maker and pop-cultural entrepreneur” with a penchant for hard drugs and pornography; Skip, a slow-talking, quite-stupid Southerner; and Roxeanne, a lively redhead with a big chest.
The book is divided into two parts, “Saturday” and “Sunday”, and these are further divided into bite-sized chapters, sometimes only a few pages in length.
Amis, who butts in every so often with an almost pompous omnipresent narrator’s voice to let you know he’s in charge of the story, provides carefully scripted scenarios for each character, delving into their backstories one by one before immersing them into present-day activities. It’s an effective method of telling such a seemingly chaotic and depraved tale because it gives you a real sense of each person’s motivations and vanities and allows you to see what makes them tick. Despite the fact they’re all universally deplorable human beings, there’s something about these insights that make you empathise just a little with their current situation.
As you would expect, the course of the weekend doesn’t run smoothly, because these people are nihilistic characters, hell-bent on self-indulgence rather than any sense of responsibility, whether to themselves or to other people. And when things start going horribly wrong, they start going horribly wrong.
And just to up the ante that little bit further, Amis injects some psychological terror into the storyline. This is in the form of a series of nasty notes signed by “Johnny”, a character no one seems to know…
Of course, Dead Babies isn’t for everyone. Many will find it offensive, but if you get the joke and can appreciate the message at the heart of the book (which is effectively that drugs screw you up, but so, too, does money, privilege and your parents), then you’ll find much to laugh at here. Even if you have to do it with your eyes squeezed shut.
5 thoughts on “‘Dead Babies’ by Martin Amis”
I must get round to trying something of Martin Amis…I’m sure I read something by his father but can’t remember what it was (too long ago)…
Having read ‘London Fields’ and really, really disliking it, I wasn’t expecting to like this one any better and I did. I even enjoyed all the goings on in the vile characters, Keith especially, which made me dislike ‘London Fields’ so much. I admit its grown on me in time, not quite as much as Updike’s ‘Couples’ has.
I think where it fell a little short for me overall was thta because I have read other books (which are probably based on this ironically) on the same subject before it didnt seem like anything new or special- a good read though and good for a book group which surprised me too.
I read Times Arrow years and years and years ago, and remember enjoying it, but certainly not enough that I wanted to read his other books. In fact, if it were not for my book group choosing to read this one, I’d doubt if I’d ever manage to read anything else by Amis.
I did read his non-fiction series of essays about 9/11, reviewed on this blog last year (I think?)
It’s had the opposite effect on me: the longer I’ve left it, the less favourable I’ve found it. Did you notice it’s only taken me about 6 weeks (or is it longer?) to finally review! 😉
I read this a long while ago ,went through amis stage ,this was ol like you kim times arrow is my favourite with his autobio which i found one of the best writer bios ever ,got his new one but yet to dare to read it after the bad rviews ,although can’t imagine it being any worse than yellow dog which was truly dreadful,all th best stu