An Infinity of Mirrors

The cover of the 1964 first edition published by Random House

The cover of a 1965 paperback edition published by Fawcett Crest

An Infinity of Mirrors, first published by Random House in 1964, was the fifth novel by Richard Condon.

Critical reception

Time magazine was not greatly impressed by Condon's latest offering and gave it a fairly cursory review:

Richard Condon's apocalyptic pocketa-pocketa has produced a resplendent collection of giants, ogres and drowsy princesses, all flimsily disguised as people. They reappear in this grim foray into Hitler-corrupted Germany, but the author of The Manchurian Candidate has turned from dismayed humor to dismaying homily. Condon's current princess is an enormously wealthy, unbelievably beautiful Frenchwoman; though Jewish, she is married to a monocle-twirling Prussian general who cannot see the evil of Hitler until their adored child dies in a Jewish concentration camp. They retaliate by consigning the guilty SS officer to a grisly fate. However, the novel does not keep its implicit promise to find meaning in mankind's acquiescence in evil. Worse, Condon's stylistic limitations, which hardly matter in a farce, cripple a serious novel. As an old Hollywood press agent and the possessor of a considerable comic talent, he should recall the studio adage that messages are for Western Union.

Flaws were also found in the book by the New York Times but its much longer review was generally more favorable:

Any novelist who conspires with history in writing a novel runs the obvious risk of letting history do too much of the work. Something like this has happened to Richard Condon in "An Infinity of Mirrors." A note on the dust jacket tells us that the author spent three years researching writing this book, and a bibliographical preface confirms the thoroughness with which this research has been done.

In a way, such conscientiousness is too bad; one suspects that this might have been a better novel if it weren't such good history -- if Mr. Condon, that is, had been more willing to play with his characters as fiction creations....

Because Mr. Condon possesses a diverting style (he is best known for his ring-a-ding "The Manchurian Candidate"), these keys offer admission to a kind of Playboy Club in which all the entertainment is in the Grand Guignol manner. Hitler is discovered to be the owner of the club, brooding and seldom seen, in an inner office. General Keitel is maitre d'hotel. Generals von Stauffenberg and Stuelpnagel are head waiters and SS officers act as bouncers. The club is bankrupt, the bunnies are mostly hors de combat, if we may be permitted a fractured-French pun), and, as Mr. Condon states in his title, there are lots and lots of mirrors.

Title

The title, as is the case in five of Condon's first six books, is derived from a fictitious Keener's Manual mentioned in many of his earlier novels: "God surrounded me with an infinity of mirrors which repeat my image again and again and again."

The sentence is found in as an epigraph on a blank page six pages after the title page and three pages before the beginning of the text.

Typical Condon quirks and characteristics

As befits a mostly serious examination of two decades of brutality and tragedy, the "madness of his similes, the lunacy of his metaphors" for which Condon was already noted are, in this case, along with many of his other characteristics, such as long, madcap, detailed lists of trivia, almost entirely muted. Among the noticeably few similes and metaphors are:

• "Gretel spoke the local dialect flawlessly, but to Paule it sounded like a Mandarin singing in Gaelic."

• "Piocher disengaged himself from Fräulein Nortnung in a manner reminiscent of a driver getting out from under an overturned truck."

An Infinity of Mirrors, does have, however, a notable example of Condon's penchant for playful lists of almost anything at all, in this case the delineation of those attending the funeral of a famous French actor and notable lover:

Seven ballerinas of an amazing spectrum of ages were at graveside. Actresses of films, opera, music halls, the theatre, radio, carnivals, circuses, pantomimes, and lewd exhibitions mourned in the front line. There were also society leaders, lady scientists, women politicians, mannequins, couturières, Salvation Army lassies, all but one of his wives, a lady wrestler, a lady matador, twenty-three lady painters, four lady sculptors, a car-wash attendant, shopgirls, shoplifters, shoppers, and the shopped; a zoo assistant, two choir girls, a Métro attendant from the terminal at the Bois de Vincennes, four beauty-contest winners, a chambermaid; the mothers of children, the mothers of men, the grandmothers of children and the grandmothers of men; and the general less specialized, female public-at-large which had come from eleven European countries, women perhaps whom he had only pinched or kissed absent-mindedly while passing through his busy life. They attended twenty-eight hundred and seventy strong, plus eleven male friends of the deceased.

See also

• Crime fiction/Catalog of prominent writers