Song of the day

Vic lifted his head and began to hum. For some reason, he hummed “My Old Kentucky Home.”

Patricia Highsmith, Deep Water.

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
‘Tis summer, the old folks are gay
Where the corn top’s ripe and the meadow’s in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day

By-and-by hard times will come a-knocking at my door
Then my old Kentucky home, goodnight

Deep Water

I saw the film so I read the novel again —and boy I’m happy I did. There had been many years since I last read Highsmith and I had almost forgotten how good she was; now I think I’m going to come back and re-read all of hers. It’s my humble opinion that just a handful of novelists are in her league, in regard to the construction and development of tension, the understanding of the human psyche, and the subtle manifestation of the looming confrontation between man and society.

Read it and tell me if Vic’s character isn’t one of the most complex ones you’ve ever come across with.