Half Moon Street

Sometimes I think I've traveled to more places than I actually have. I watch a lot of foreign films; French New Wave is among my favorite genres. I read books set in European, Asian and South American countries. Fortunately, Paul Theroux travels to all the places I haven't and is a prolific writer to boot. Last summer I read Dark Star Safari, his narrative about traveling in a mostly traditional manner from Alexandria to Cape Town. His Africa isn't glamorous-- it's more Peace Corps than Safari and he purposely takes the trail less taken (at least by the white man). Theroux is one of my favorite writers; he has a caustic wit and isn't afraid to express an unpopular opinion. He writes mostly non-fiction, but I find his fiction equally captivating. He sets his stories in foreign locales but mixes the ordinary with irony and sarcasm.
Half Moon Street is an older volume of two novellas. I picked it up hoping to escape from wintry Boston. I got as far as London. The first of the two stories is set in London in the 1980s. Dr. Slaughter is a young woman with a fellowship in international relations. She's headstrong and gutsy, but calculating. She doesn't have the financial means to live the life she wants, but lives frugally, eating vegetarian, turning down alcohol and exercising religiously. When presented with an opportunity to become an "escort" she sees it as a means to meet people who can further her career while also making money and providing a social life on the side. This story is one that makes you cringe, but also one that has you keep reading, like watching a wreck. Ms. Slaughter's name alone suggests a terrible end, but it isn't until the novella's final paragraph that even the reader realizes how close she's come.
The second novella takes place in Boston and it's suburbs and the Cape. We learn of two brothers, twins, who, far from being close, are nothing but. As children they would trick parents. teachers and friends, one playing the other. The impersonations were mostly self preservation for each-- passing history, passing a driver's test. After the Vietnam War one brother goes missing, and the remaining brother is mostly satisfied by his disappearance as he can live his own life. One day the missing brother shows up, sick, at his brother's door. After being told he can stay a week, no more, his twin goes to the family vacation home on the Cape. Upon his return, the "missing" brother is dead. The surviving brother disposes of the body (after all, it wasn't his fault) and then goes on an unintended mission to find out who his brother was. It turns out he was a doctor in Kenmore Square and the brother turns to his old ruse of impersonation to find out why his brother was killed. The end is as chilling an end as the first novella. Both stories are unrelated save the theme of impersonation and its unintended consequences. Netflix rating of 3/5 stars.