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Haddon, The Curious as a first person narrative in Mark Haddon’s The Curious Incident of
Incident of the Dog in the Dog in the Night-Time (2003).
the Night-Time
Martyn Pig is fourteen. Like Christopher he lives with his father in a
confusing and chaotic world. Like Christopher, he too is a fan of
detective fiction. In fact, he copes with his difficult life by immersing
himself in the genre: ‘‘Murder mysteries, crime novels, whodunits,
thrillers, detective stories, call them what you like, I love them’’
(p. 25). When Martyn accidentally kills his father he, like Christopher,
finds himself inhabiting a real-life murder mystery. And he too writes
Brooks, Martyn Pig his own story as a first person narrative in Kevin Brooks’ Martyn Pig
(2002).
Kearney, On Stories Richard Kearney has argued that the human condition is marked by a
‘‘search for narrative’’ as we seek ‘‘to introduce some kind of concord
into the every day discord and dispersal we find about us’’ (p. 4).
Christopher and Martyn experience more ‘‘discord and dispersal’’ than
most. Both, in some respects, exist outside conventional social norms.
Martyn has to endure a fraught domestic life that is dominated by his
alcoholic and abusive father. Christopher has to cope with his expe-
rience of Asperger’s Syndrome (a form of autism that is not directly
named by Haddon but is nevertheless clearly evident within the
narrative).1
picture. Or, to put it another way, these are detective stories in which
the teenage boy discovers who he is and who he might become.
Christopher and Martyn’s stories show that detective fiction can be
about more than murdered dogs, dead parents and spiralling decep-
tion. They are stories about identity.
Hühn, ‘‘The Detective as Peter Hühn has argued that the classic detective genre creates a con-
Reader: Narrativity and test between the criminal and the detective as they both struggle to
Reading Concepts in
Detective Fiction’’ possess meaning in the narrative. The criminal ‘‘writes’’ the crime and
the detective must ‘‘read’’ the signs left behind (clues) correctly in
order to solve the mystery and restore order. Christopher constructs
his narrative with himself in the role of both detective and storyteller,
interpreting or ‘‘reading’’ the traces of another’s crime or story. In the
detective fiction mode he charts the trail of clues left by the criminal
and in the course of his investigation finds out (indirectly) who killed
Wellington, the murdered poodle at the centre of the mystery. But he
also discovers that there is another story to be read. His own. By the
end of his narrative he has found his voice as a writer as well as a
reader of his own story.
novel someone has to work out who the murderer is and then catch
them. It is a puzzle. If it is a good puzzle you can sometimes work out
the answer before the end of the book’’ (p. 15). In its classic form then
(Christopher’s favourite) this highly stylized genre provides the reader
with the stimulation of being presented with a riddle combined with
the reassurance of knowing that there will always be a solution. In
detective fiction, if not life, Christopher can understand the rules of a
game.
I said I liked things to be in a nice order. And one way of being in a nice order was
to be logical. Especially if those things were numbers or an argument. But there
were other ways of putting things in a nice order. And that was why I had Good
Days and Black Days. (p. 31)
So rules that can be worked out are the logical solution to living in the
midst of chaos and Christopher, like his hero Sherlock Holmes, privi-
leges relentless logic over imprecise intuition:
Mr Jeavons said that I liked maths because it was safe. He said I liked maths
because it meant solving problems, and these problems were difficult and
interesting, but there was always a straightforward solution at the end. And what
he meant was that maths wasn’t like life because in life there are no straight-
forward answers at the end. I know he meant this because this is what he said
(p. 78).
But Christopher also understands that even in maths, intuition can get
in the way of logic. He draws from the ‘‘Monty Hall’’ problem as an
example of how logic can be used to provide the correct answer to a
seemingly obvious maths problem. The solution to this problem is, as
Christopher demonstrates at length, profoundly counterintuitive:
‘‘And this shows that intuition can sometimes get things wrong. And
intuition is what people use in life to make decisions. But logic can
help you work out the right answer’’ (p. 82). In this respect, his
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identification with the ruthlessly logical Holmes both forms and vali-
Conan Doyle, The Sign dates Christopher’s sense of self. As Holmes declares in The Sign of
of Four Four, ‘‘I never guess. It is a shocking habit – destructive to the logical
faculty’’(p. 14). In this way, Christopher, like Holmes, asserts the po-
sitive value of logic. What might have been perceived as a lack or
limitation is thereby rewritten as an alternative and superior way of
seeing the world.
I would argue that one of the reasons that The Curious Incident has
enjoyed such popular and critical success is that Christopher’s As-
perger’s Syndrome always positions him at a distance from that which
appears obvious. This creates both comic moments (how to under-
stand a raised eyebrow) and emotionally charged scenes (when
Raine, ‘‘A Martian Sends Christopher rejects his father). Like the alien observer in Craig Raine’s
a Postcard Home’’ poem ‘‘A Martian Sends a Postcard Home’’, Christopher’s emotional
dislocation means that he can describe the world around him with
remarkable and sometimes startling perception. Both Christopher and
the Martian make a different sense of the world, taking the seemingly
random signs and clues presented by human life and shaping them
into a new narrative. So Christopher can provide a surprisingly full
picture of Mr Jeavons by describing the ‘‘approximately 60 tiny cir-
cular holes in each of his brown shoes’’ (p. 5), in the way that the
Martian demonstrates an astute understanding of the human condition
when it construes a bathroom as being ‘‘a punishment room’’, a place
of human suffering and isolation in which ‘‘everyone’s pain has a
different smell’’.
Haddon also allows the reader to see that Christopher’s reading and
writing of his own story is only partial and the author shows the limits
and often painful consequences of Christopher’s lack of intuitive
connection, for him and those around him. When faced with new and
frightening situations, Christopher’s mind goes into overload and his
identification with the cool logic of Holmes becomes both more ur-
gent and more poignant. In distress, he seeks a model in his hero:
‘‘And then I thought that I had to be like Sherlock Holmes and I had to
detach my mind at will to a remarkable degree so that I did not
notice how much it was hurting in my head.’’(p. 164). These moments
are important. They demonstrate how embedded the figure of Holmes
is in Christopher’s consciousness. He needs this fictional character in
order to make sense of his life and tell his story. But even this deeply
embedded identification has its limits. The world is not just a series of
puzzles to be solved by his prodigious powers of logic.
I said that it wasn’t a proper book because it didn’t have a proper ending because
I never found out who killed Wellington so the murderer was still At Large.
And she said that was like life, and not all murders were solved and not all
murderers were caught (p. 67).
‘‘Is there any other point to which you would wish to draw my attention?’’
‘‘To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.’’
‘‘The dog did nothing in the night-time.’’
‘‘That was the curious incident,’’ remarked Sherlock Holmes (p. 28).
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For Holmes the conclusion is logical: the dog didn’t bark so it follows
that a stranger did not murder it.
Cool, tough, bitter and funny. A man of honour. Mean streets. Mean villains. Mean
city. Bad girls, good girls, crazy girls. Good cops, bad cops. Snappy dialogue.
Blackmail, murder, mystery and suspense. And a plot with more twists than a
snake with bellyache (p. 26).
with many people. When Martyn works his way through the crowds
and finds himself staring into a pile of cheap toys in ‘‘The Bargain Bin’’,
he is overwhelmed by the ‘‘horrible tinny Christmas musak’’. His
feeling of discomfort and disorientation becomes unbearable:
A great swirling mess of sound searing its way into my head. I tried to ignore it,
but it just seemed to get louder and louder. And it was hot in there, too. It was
boiling. There was no air. I couldn’t breathe. The sound was paralysing – chat-
tering machine guns, talking animals, wailing police car sirens, dee-dur dee-dur
dee-dur, parents shouting at their kids, whacking them on the arm, the kids
screaming and crying, the constant beep beep beep of the tills, the music. It was
like something out of a nightmare.
I had to get out (p. 15).
And then more people came into the little station and it became fuller and then
the roaring began again and I closed my eyes and sweated and felt sick and felt
the feeling like a balloon inside my chest and it was so big I found it hard to
breathe (p. 217).
right in the end’’ (p. 34). But that evening he clashes with his father,
whose constant interruptions eventually drive him to breaking point.
All I was trying to do was watch Inspector Morse on the television. Is that too
much to ask? (p. 33).
He just wouldn’t stop. On and on and on. I couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t hear
what was going on. I was losing the plot (p. 34).
All I could hear was Dad’s crazy braying in my ear: ‘‘Lew-is! Lew-is! Lew-is! Lew-is!
Lew-is! Lew-‘‘[Morse’s sometimes pedestrian Sergeant]
‘‘SHUT UP!’’ (p. 35).
Finally, Martyn can take no more. He loses the plot in every sense. He
can’t hear Morse explaining the crucial key to the mystery. He pushes his
father, who falls, hits his head and dies. So Martyn’s overarching narrative
of events makes a kind of sense. If he had never been given The Complete
Illustrated Sherlock Holmes for his birthday he would never have
developed a love for murder mysteries, never have wanted to watch
Inspector Morse in peace and never have accidentally killed his father.
But, as in The Curious Incident, the detective motif is more than just a
narrative device. In times of stress Christopher, despite his general
lack of empathy, thinks of Watson’s response to fear in Doyle’s fiction:
‘‘I saw father’s mobile phone...and I felt my skin...cold under my
clothes like Doctor Watson in The Sign of Four’’ (p. 167). Similarly,
Martyn absorbs a sense of Morse’s presence at a deep level. In fact, he
sees his world through the lens of detective fiction in general and
Morse in particular, noticing, for example, that ‘‘The sky was dull and
silver-grey. The colour of Inspector Morse’s hair’’ (p. 56).
As the story unfolds it becomes apparent that Martyn can only cope
with the horror of his situation by living his experience as if it were a
fiction. He looks at his dead father’s body and scenes drawn from
television drama inform his response:
An image suddenly flashes into my mind – one of those chalk outlines that
detectives draw around the murder victim’s body. It amused me, for some reason,
and I let out a short strangled laugh (p. 39).
‘‘Watching television.’’
‘‘Watching what?’’
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‘‘Watching you!’’
‘‘Lew-is!’’ (p. 47).
As Martyn attempts to understand his role in his own story, the struc-
turing principles of detective fiction begin to overwhelm the narrative
of his life and he struggles to re-define the boundaries between fiction
and life. He discovers that Alex has betrayed him. She has murdered her
boyfriend, the unattractive blackmailer Dean, and double-crossed
Martyn. Martyn realises that his dependence on detective fiction has
failed to prepare him for this uncomfortable reality:
No I thought. It’s not real. Severed brake lines. Not in real life. That’s the kind of
thing that only happens in books (p. 186).
I should have known. I would have known if it was a story, a murder mystery, I
would have spotted the clues (p. 189).
Finally Martyn understands that his life cannot be fully absorbed into
the generic structures of classic detective fiction. As in Christopher’s
story, the mystery is solved but uncertainty remains.
It’s never so complicated in books. Well, it is, but in different ways. Complica-
tions in stories are simple complications. Clues, plots, twists and turns. Compli-
cated but solvable. But these complications, real complications, these were all
blurred together, all mixed up (p. 199).
At the end of the book he is living with his Aunty Jean (a maudlin
drunk) in a semi-detached house on the better side of town. He has
evaded police enquiries into his role in his father’s death. He has had
his first experiences of death, romantic desire and betrayal. And he still
reads detective fiction. When Aunty Jean encourages him ‘‘to get a
decent hobby.... You can’t spend all day lying on your bed reading
detective books’’, he wonders, ‘‘Why not?’’ (p. 212). But he has be-
come a knowing reader. He knows that stories can hold power as well
as pleasure. Like Christopher, Martyn is now a writer as well as a
reader of detective fiction. He recognises that in telling his own story
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he can also change it. When, in the epilogue, Martyn receives a letter
from Alex urging him to ‘‘hurry up and write that murder mystery...I’m
sure you can think up a story’’ (p. 220), the reader knows, of course,
that he already has.
And I know I can do this because I went to London on my own, and because I
solved the mystery of Who Killed Wellington? And I found my mother and I was
brave and I wrote a book and that means I can do anything (p. 268).
Williams, Critical As Linda Williams has put it, ‘‘we are all born into stories’’ (p. 1). In
Desire: Psychoanalysis one way this means that we enter a world with pre-existing language,
and the Literary Subject
relationships, ideologies, codes. We enter a story that is already run-
ning. But, in another way, we are born into stories because this is how
we make sense of ourselves. We are always, to an extent, narrativizing
ourselves in an effort to construct our identities. In the characters of
Christopher and Martyn, Mark Haddon and Kevin Brooks present two
memorable illustrations of the complex relationship between narrative
and identity. In telling their stories Christopher and Martyn find out
more about who they are and the world that they inhabit. But these are
not just coming-of-age stories. They remind their readers that we all
read and write our own stories as we try to make sense of our infinitely
muddled lives.
Notes
1. For a useful discussion of Haddon’s use of a teenage narrator with Asper-
ger’s Syndrome in relation to other texts that use this device see Bill
Greenwell, ‘‘The Curious Incidence of Novels about Asperger’s Syndrome’’,
Children’s Literature in Education, 2004, 35, 271–284.
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2. Bill Greenwell makes the point that The Curious Incident can also be read
as a suburban comedy’’, a ‘‘comic rite of passage in the same vein as Sue
Townsend’s Adrian Mole, aged 133/4’’ (p. 282).
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