Cameron McCabe: The Face on the Cutting-Room Floor

Now listen: you must cut out that Estella girl, every scene with her, I can’t have her, the picture’s too long. You must cut it down to seven thousand feet. I’ll send Robertson to help, and between the two of you you can do some juggling with your scissors and celluloid. You like it, don’t you? What you say?’ ‘It smells,’ I said.

In Bloody Murder, his overview of the crime fiction genre, Julian Symons calls The Face on the Cutting-Room Floor ‘the detective story to end all detective stories’. He goes further, calling it ‘a dazzling, and perhaps fortunately unrepeatable, box of tricks’. High praise, which made me very keen to read Cameron McCabe’s only mystery when I realised it qualified for this month’s Crimes of the Century.

In his foreword, Jonathan Coe says of McCabe (real name Ernest Borneman): ‘Borneman was a man of formidable intelligence who, like many a postmodern writer before and after him, loved the narrative energies of crime fiction while wanting to remain aloof from its conventions and simplicities.’

I was expecting something clever and a bit tricksy. What I got was clever and a bit tricksy. And massively turgid.

Our narrator, Cameron McCabe, is employed as a film editor by British and Allied Film Productions. At the opening of the book he is told to cut an aspiring young actress named Estella Lamare from a new film. This is hugely impractical, as Estelle played the third corner of a love triangle (and had done a very good job to boot). McCabe suspects the girl is being cut simply because she had refused the advances of the film’s director.

A few days later, Lamarre is found dead on the floor of the cutting-room. Two people confess to the crime immediately, and a third flees the country, but the police suspicions are directed at McCabe. And somewhere there is a film of the murder, recorded by a ground-breaking experimental camera which just happened to be set up in the cutting-room. If that can be found, all will be revealed – except of course we’er dealing with film editors…

The whole first part of the book feels jerky. There’s a lot of repetition. A character who has not been mentioned previously confesses to the crime. McCabe’s relationship to the police starts badly for no good reason. There’s way too much mansplaining about jazz. McCabe has an exasperating tone of voice and seems to want to alienate everybody. There’s a lot of repetition. Honestly, I almost gave the book up as a bad job, which is a very rare occurrence.

Then we hit the second part of the book, in which all is explained in a postmodern analysis of the first part, written by a character in the first part.

The pattern follows the plot: McCabe tells and retells the same story over and over again – not because he aims consciously at a literary pattern but because he is incapable of writing the story in any other way: the pattern of the story, with its constant repetitions which lead always back to the start, reflects the same vicious circle which we find in the plot and which we will later find for the third time in the style of writing which McCabe adopts to transmit plot and pattern of his book to his readers.

Instead of being ‘not yet intelligible’ for the reader, the implication has become simply un-intelligible.

So if I get that right, the first part is supposed to be bad. Good job, Ernest Borneman. The second part is also bad, by the way. Clever without being either witty or enlightening.

Don’t bother…


Cameron McCabe
The Face on the Cutting-Room Floor
First published: 1937
This edition: Picador, 2016
ASIN: B01CK1ZGGE
Source: Amazon
Final destination: Grrr

See also:

Jonathan Coe in the GuardianBorneman [McCabe] was a man of formidable intelligence who, like many a postmodern writer before and after him, loved the narrative energies of crime fiction while wanting to remain aloof from its conventions and simplicities. This is the tension that explains, I think, the formal idiosyncrasies of The Face on the Cutting-Room Floor.

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11 Responses to Cameron McCabe: The Face on the Cutting-Room Floor

  1. haha well done for making it to the end!

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  2. Sorry it didn’t do it for you Rich – when I read it 30 odd years it blew my socks off and left me with a contended from on my face.

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  3. Thanks – I won’t! 😀

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  4. Thanks for the warning! I won’t bother, either.

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  5. JJ says:

    Another good steer from Symons, then. So glad he was the first one to write about this genre, since he obviously understands it so well…

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  6. Brad says:

    My history with this book is that I bought it, never cracked it open, then gave it away. I’ve felt bad about that for years . . . until today. Thanks, Rich!

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  7. I feel your pain Rich. I too got hold of this book because of Symons’ high praise, and found it a shocking disappointment.

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  8. John says:

    Overrated and pretentious. I remember leaving my reaction to reading this in a mini harangue of a comment on Kate’s blog around the same time last year when she reviewed it. (Her post is here.) Coincidentally the book I read this week — Death in the Dark — also has a post modern feel even sharing the mystery novel gimmick of a pseudonymous writer serving as the narrator. It’s also is a meta-detective novel with lots of commentary on the content, formulae and structure of the genre. While not wholly perfect and with a tendency to flirt with self-parody it’s still much more entertaining than McCabe’s book. At least Antheil came up with an intriguing plot that kept me guessing and trying to figure out the several puzzles that complicate the story.

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