I still
remember that night when, sitting on my bed, I was reading the scene of “The
Silence of the Lambs” where Clarice enters Buffalo Bill’s house.
I had
palpitations.
And I’m not
kidding.
I have read
many books in my life, some really beautiful and exciting, but only “The
Silence of the Lambs” made me feel that way. As I read it, I was Clarice
and, between fear and horror, I was exploring the house in search of the
senator’s daughter. I was also that girl (I cannot remember her name) who,
locked in the well, begged Clarice not to leave her alone. But Clarice must
first find the serial killer, so that both were safe.
All the
novels by Thomas Harris, even if they are only five,
have yielded in me the same effect: I felt inside the story, and I felt
compelled to read at any time, whatever I was doing.
No author
has ever managed to capture me so much with their prose to push me to read out
from the usual places and times that I devote to this activity. There is
something unique in his way of narrating that is in perfect harmony with me,
without the slightest smear, so when I am asked about my favourite author,
I mean the very first one in my ranking, the answer is only one: Thomas Harris.
The others
come much later.
We don’t
know much about him, as he is a very discreet person, elusive to the media. We
know that in thirty years he wrote five books and that more than ten have
passed since the last one. Each of them was turned into a successful movie;
actually two movies came from his second book “Red Dragon”. Apparently
he told Stephen King that writing for him is a proper torture and this
explains why he isn’t very prolific.
In my small
way I understand him perfectly. Writing is really a torture, but of course he
is luckier than me, because he can afford a little more than a book for
decades, given the success they have!
Like many,
I learned about him with “The Silence of the Lambs”, but my favourite of
his books is “Hannibal ”, where the figure of Lecter, the perfect
anti-hero, is shown in all its splendour to the reader. It is no
coincidence that Dr. Hannibal Lecter, the serial killer also known as The
Cannibal, for the habit of eating some organs of his victims, is also my
favourite literary character.
What I love
about Harris’s writing is his incredible ability to develop a character with
clear negative connotations, but still be able to let me love it. No one
like him can distort the very concept of good and evil.
In “Hannibal ” in particular there is no good guy
in the strict sense. There is so much evil in the characters that Lecter
becomes the hero in all respects. And the way what dwells in his mind (the
palace of memory) is shown makes me understand his motivations, why he
became what he is, up to immerse myself in him and accept his actions, his
malice.
Harris has
shown me that a true villain like Lecter (and he is without a doubt a
true villain, since there is no remorse in him nor the minimum search for
redemption) can be the hero of a novel, appreciated and recognised as that
by so many readers.
Lecter
makes his first and brief appearance in “Red Dragon”. The first film
based on this novel is “Manhunter” starring William Petersen (Gil Grissom from
CSI), where Lecter, here oddly named Lecktor, is played by Brian Cox. Its
second film adaptation, “Red Dragon” starring Edward Norton, instead shows Anthony
Hopkins reprising his role in 2002 after “The Silence of theLambs” (1991),
for which he won an Oscar in 1992 as best actor (the Academy also
awarded Jodie Foster as Clarice, director Jonathan Demme, screenwriter Ted
Tally, and the film itself), and “Hannibal” (2001).
The last
novel in the series, “Hannibal Rising”,
was published in 2006 and narrates the youth of the character. The story
of Hannibal , however, ends with “Hannibal ” (published in 1999), which has a completely
different ending from that of the film.
Before the
Lecter Series, Harris wrote “Black Sunday” (1975), a novel that narrates
about a terrorist attack with a dirigible against New Orleans stadium, where the Super Bowl is
taking place. Even in this one the author investigates the minds of the
villains, showing without any filter the logic of their intentions
and actions to the reader.
I remember
I started reading the book in 2001 and then I was forced to temporarily stop
reading after the attacks of September 11, because it appeared too realistic
to me. Then I picked it up again years later and finished it in a few days.
After “Hannibal
Rising” I wondered what Harris could ever write, because the Lecter series
seemed complete. Of course, there would be much to tell between the end of this
novel and the beginning of “Red Dragon”, but I don’t know to what extent
it would make sense to write a book out of it. Lecter is already perfect this
way. Actually, I’d be curious to know what other frightening
characters dwell in Harris’s mind. I would like to meet them.
I have no
idea what Harris is doing now, but I sincerely hope that he is torturing
himself at least one last time so as to give us another beautiful piece of
his work.
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