What first struck me reading Martin Amis’ Money, was his style of writing, a mix
of a conversation with me, the reader, and a stream of consciousness. It is
often the case that the narrator, John Self, a high-class (in his mind at
least) London socialite and director of commercials, will go off random on a
tangent rant, in which he often contradicts himself. He is obsessed with physical attractiveness
and is only distracted from it by extreme wealth. Inevitably, the two elements combine into the
cosmetic industry, an industry that greatly interests John since he has one of
his two favorite elements in life; that is money.
In the passage I have chosen, John is at a lunch meeting with
Fielding Goodney, a born-in-riches 26 year old, who is going to be the producer
for John’s first film. As the conversation enters the realm of finances, John’s
love of money isn’t enough to keep him concentrated on Fielding’s finance
tirade. He tells the reader that he found himself wondering about the potential
affair between Selina Street, his ‘girlfriend’, and Alec Llewellyn, his best
friend. What’s strange is that he is not imagining them having sex, but imagines
what Alec and Selina are doing post-coital, as if he was sure they were having
an affair. He uses his own memories of being with Selina and simply places Alec
into his own shoes. Ironically, he then proceeds to describing the lust that
exists naturally between himself and Selina’s best friends. In them, he sees
Selina with the additional excitement of being different bodily shapes. The
fact that he has sex with Selina as a daily routine empowers her in his eyes,
but at the same, adds an aura of excitement of the unknown to her best friends
who are so similar to Selina, a part from the having sex part. It is then that
he bombards the readers with questions, which we have no way of answering, only
to answer them himself with evident confidence in his response. Unlike the ‘normal’ lover, he does assume that
Selina loves or even like him, but that instead, she a gold digger scheming to
live off of his money. He sees no problem in this due to his belief that money
brings beauty to even the repugnant of people, whether it is through ‘state-of-the-art
cosmetic labs’ or squadrons of trophy wives. He concludes that the only reason
his ‘girlfriend’ Selina Street would not cheat on him, an over-weight and pale
middle-aged man, with Alec Llewellyn, because Alec doesn’t have the wealth that
he does. Simply put it, John’s interpretation of life is the following: MAN +
MONEY = GORGEOUS WOMEN.
Money by Martin Amis, p. 29
And
he was away, his voice full of passionate connoisseurship, with many parallels
and precedents, Italian banking, liquidity preference, composition fallacy,
hyperinflation, business confidence syndrome, booms and panics, US
corporations, the sobriety of financial architecture, the Bust of ’29, the
suicides on La Salle and Wall Street…And I found myself wondering whether Alec
has seen the single dead flower in the jamjar beside Selina’s bed, or heard her
peeing and humming in the quiet bathroom, the black pants like a wire
connecting her calves. There seems to be a thing about girls and best friends.
I always fancy their best friends too, come to think about it. I certainly
fancy Debby and Mandy, and that Helle from the boutique whom Selina hobnobs
with. Perhaps you fancy your girl’s best friends because your girl and her best
friends have a lot in common. They’re very alike, except in one particular. You
don’t go to bed with the best friends all the time. In the sack she can give
you one thing your girl can’t give you: a change from your girl. Not even
Selina can give you that. Is Alec
fucking her? Well, what do you think? Is she doing him all those nice favours?
Could be, no? Here’s my theory. I don’t think she is. I don’t think Selina
Street is fucking Alec Llewellyn.
Why? Because he hasn’t got any money. I have. Come on, why do you reckon Selina
had soldiered it out with me? For my pot belly, my bad rug, my personality?
She’s not in this for her health, now is she? … I tell you, these reflections
really cheered me up. You know where you are with economic necessity. When I
make all this money I’m going to make, my position will be even stronger. Then
I can kick Selina out and get someone better.
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