Sunday, July 28, 2013

Capture by Roger Smith


Smith continues exposing the underbelly of Cape Town.


Nick Exley is a motion capture entrepreneur living on the coast with his wife and 5 yo daughter. But all’s not idyllic. His wife is cheating on him with a Slavic brute. Nick smokes dope regularly to escape his failing marriage to this bipolar shrew. Daughter Sunny is his queen.

The story revolves around the collective guilt of the parents. At a small party on their beach, the wife is inside being unfaithful while the husband is sharing a joint on the beach, both ignoring Sunny. The child wades into the water to get her toy boat, gets caught in the current around the rocks and drowns.

The whole episode is witnessed by one of the community’s security who, having purposely waited too long, tries to save the child. Vernon is an ex-cop who lives with his diabetic mother in the Cape Town slums and he severely abuses his mom. Among others, he also has his hooks into Dawn, a stripper, and her 5yo child. Vernon takes great pride in manipulating people for money, drugs, power, or just for the pure entertainment value. This guy is just mean once he gets hold.

Nick and his wife fall further into their personal pits of guilt and remorse while Vernon’s ‘help’ is meant to serve one purpose: his own. Need a preacher for Sunny’s funeral? Need a dancer for a motion capture job? Need a gun? Need to direct blame for a killing on to a stoner bum? No problem. Let Vernon handle it.

“Capture” is the 4th in Smith’s continuing series of tales of the people who inhabit some of the worst slums on the planet and how their plight spills over to people outside. As with all Smith stories, this noir tale is bleak, violent, remorseless, and ridiculously tense reading. It opens up bright with Nick and Sunny, then spirals down, down, down after Sunny’s death. And yet we keep on reading. Smith’s real skill is in keeping us glued to the pages knowing full well that this probably will not turn out all that well. It never does. 

You don’t believe, me do you? 

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