It’s a peculiar, incredibly messy piece: the plot’s thin and slow-moving the structure shifts between sketch-like episodes, weirdly dramatic scenes, meandering conversations or diatribes about art or science the intrusive narration sometimes suggests a fairy tale or fable but then there are strange flashes of satire or sentimentality. But now I’ve finally read it I really can’t understand why it was so successful. It was supposedly admired by George Bernard Shaw and Henry James and sold in vast quantities. Not long after it was first published in the 1890s George du Maurier’s novel became an international sensation, adapted for the stage, it lent its name to a bizarre array of goods from shoes to ice cream, all evidence of the Trilby mania that gripped its readers. And possibly a spot on "Celebrity" Big Brother or similar 4th rate reality show in five years time.
Then that's that.īut then that's always the way with, the X Factor, Britain's Got Talent, American Idol isn't it? Once the hopeful stars' Svengali Simon has lost interest, they go back to the murky towns and used-car suburbs from which they came, emerging only at weekends in tribute bands and solo spots down at the pub. But then she sees a photo of her hero, of the man himself, and for a brief moment she is transported back to the concert hall, the finale of American Idol, and she soars, it's her moment, She Can Sing. She engages a singing master but her voice is just not good enough for her to perform live and it seems all is lost. Simon Svengali dies and without his magic hypnosis and autotune, Trilby finds she cannot sing at all. I will have to find another girl, one who will not defy me in the end. I am a pimp then, a pimp with my girls,īut she betrayed me. Perhaps I will find another little protegee, a string of them. Soon she is playing in larger clubs and gets more money and I make more money.
I take the money, she sings more excreble nonsense and always they pay and she gives me half.
I taught her phrase by phrase, she was my instrument. A good voice, but that won't make a great singer. "They will not let me play myself, but I can teach, I taught the girl to sing, she was nothing by herself.
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