Hinde, Thomas (Pseudonym of Sir Thomas Willes Chitty) (Vol. 6)
Hinde, Thomas (Pseudonym of Sir Thomas Willes Chitty) 1926–
Hinde is a British novelist whose subtle satires are usually concerned with the effect of social change and progress on the individual. His well-plotted novels are most successful when examining the tangled motives and delusions of his characters and their ineffectuality before some implacable truth. (See also CLC, Vol. 6, and Contemporary Authors, Vols. 5-8, rev. ed.)
[Agent,] ostensibly anyway, follows the tortuous trail of a spy who has been parachuted into enemy territory to carry out secret demolition work. Almost certainly Mr Hinde means us to understand that in reality this mission is a fantasy, invented in the mind of the 'spy', and that the 'enemy territory' is, in fact, the man's own environment which he is now seeing afresh through the new, possibly improved, vision his insanity has given him. Interestingly, even knowing one is watching a man in the grip of a delusion doesn't detract from the story's poignancy and tension. The man's plotting may be quite pointless, his fears of discovery groundless, the crimes he commits in chasing his mad goal horrifyingly...
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[Our Father] is an awkward, squalid, hurrying affair, but then so is the society in which, about which and presumably for which it has been written. How good an excuse this can be held to be is a large question, and Thomas Hinde's is not the only case in which it arises; but Mr Hinde does pose the problem in a particularly acute form, since he seems more intent than most novelists on flinging society in its own face. Moreover, the search for a moral authenticity which, on the whole, he does not find in English behaviour gives his work an enragé air that is particularly strong in Our Father. Many parts of the novel manifest a nervous anger that goes beyond the requirements of energetic narrative,...
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[Hinde] is the most painstaking, perceptive and inventive living novelist whose work I have read in months…. [His] strength is characterisation…. Joyless grating well describes the way Hinde's characters get on with each other. Always rubbing each other up the wrong way and longing that someone is going to rub them up the right way. Ranging from the grossly exhibitionist to the abjectly timid they uniformly push themselves along their particular treadmill of frustration, sexual, ideological or material. (p. 31)
The author's feelings for his creations are hard to guess. There is an Old Testament savour to the [Our Father]: the tyrannical old Father, the Cain and Abel brothers, the harsh...
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