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DIAMOND DOGS
Alan Watt
Little, Brown & Co.
Fiction
ISBN: 0446677841
The main character of Alan Watt's DIAMOND DOGS, Neil Garvin, appears to be an American
stereotype --- he's attractive, popular, the star quarterback of his high school football
team, and primed like an arrow to be shot right out of his small Nevada home town. It
sounds like the set up for that old Tom Cruise movie, All The Right Moves, where he sports
his way out of his confining iron smelting town. But this is definitely not that
triumphant Hollywood story. Neil is no Cruise-like hero --- he actually has a wretched
personality. He takes out his sexual frustration on his girl friend, occasionally bullies
his best friend Reed, and has a nasty penchant for picking on nerds. He roughs them up,
gives them wedgies, makes their lives miserable ---and ultimately, after a night of heavy
drinking, he kills one --- a boy named Ian Curtis.
Suddenly Neil's life is turned inside out. Everything that seemed important a few minutes
before --- football, his angry father --- dissolves when he sees the broken boy on the
road. Broken by his carelessness, his drunkenness, as if his whole life had been spinning
along just to come to this tragic point. So much for the arrow out of town. His world
freezes and he drives home with the body in the trunk of his father's car. And so DIAMOND
DOGS begins.
Upon returning home Neil endures his father's wrath for driving his car inebriated, and
you find out that his abusive dad is also the town sheriff. At that moment he gets a call
about a missing boy --- Ian Curtis --- who was last seen walking away from the party Neil
just left. The twisted irony starts as Neil drives his father to the dead boy's house,
knowing with dread that the body is bouncing around in the trunk. There's no turning back
the next day when Neil discovers the body is missing --- and he realizes who disposed of
it.
The action of the story only spans a few days, but it feels like so much longer. Although
it seems he might actually get away with it at first, Neil begins to unravel, especially
after the dead boy's uncle, an FBI agent, comes to town. While Neil's father battles every
sheriff's nemesis, the FBI, Neil breaks down internally while retaining a stoic facade.
But beneath that veneer he's drowning and knows it. Like a child who has done something
wrong and wants forgiveness, Neil wishes for his mother. But she left him and his father
when he was a baby and he barely remembers her. All his life he's struggled with her
abandonment, trying desperately to find out why she left. In the middle of everything he
imagines that she returns, that she rings the front bell and comes back into his life,
just when he needs her most. He thinks:
"We'd drive to where I threw the fifty-four yard pass. I'd show her the place where I
first kissed Lenore. I'd show her all the places where I had gone and tried to hold onto
my innocence. And then I'd show her where I killed Ian Curtis on the road and she'd take
me in her arms and tell me that I was forgiven."
If only.
Throughout every scene of this often painful but expertly crafted novel, you can almost
hear Neil Diamond singing in the background, amidst all the death, manipulation, and
lying. Neil's father is disturbingly obsessed with the singer, and even takes Neil to a
concert in the height of the investigation. Preening and primping like a high school kid
before a big date, his tough as nails father greases his hair and slides on his snakeskin
boots to see his ""King"" --- not Elvis, never Elvis, but Diamond,
perform live in Vegas. In a daze, Neil goes with his father and watches the
""Diamond Dogs,"" all the other lonely greased up men, swoon to the
croon, during their 90 minutes of serenity, a fragment of freedom in their unhappy lives.
After this last concert, the book races at high speed to its harrowing conclusion. The
climax between father and son is shocking. No one is left unscathed. Secrets are
unearthed. And the dust on the Nevada desert finally settles.
--- Reviewed by Dana Schwartz
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