The Doomed City by Andrew BromfieldThe Dead Mountaineer's Inn.

Abstract

The writers balance dark humor and despair with a frail thread of hope for the future of Iraq. Stories like “Kahramana” call for compassion, while “The Corporal,” by Ali Bader, depicts an Iraq in which compassion is commonplace. Translator Elisabeth Jaquette skillfully maintains the sensual imagery of Bader’s imagined city: “Kut, like a pair of soft, parted lips, her golden day waking with the light. Her river recumbent, reclining. It looked like heaven, her lights not veiled by dust, her bold breasts like a deluge of moons.” This is the paradise that Iraqi characters in each of the stories yearn to reach—an Iraq unburdened of war and thirst, a place of rest and beauty. Editor Hassan Blasim is right to present these stories as an enthusiastic response to the hunger for speculative fiction. The writers featured in this collection promise to define Iraq’s present through daring, lucid visions of its future. Sara Ramey University of Arkansas Warren Ellis. Normal. New York. Farrar, Straus and Giroux. 2016. 148 pages. We need a new word to describe a book like Normal. “Novel” doesn’t quite cut it, because asanovel(oranyofitslength-centricdenominations ), Normal doesn’t work. Which sells the work as a whole short, because it works spectacularly well as a collection of ideas. A common thread throughout Warren Ellis’s work is a kind of schizophrenic unity, in that the voices vary in theme but never tone. All his books consist of the author talking to himself. When you have a mind as bendy and twisty and fascinating as the mind we find here, that makes for great reading. But it doesn’t make for a particularly good “novel.” Normal takes place in a mental institution for futurists who have an acute case of “abyss gaze,” that is, they’ve seen the future, and its darkness has rendered them spiritually dead. We have a protagonist in the form of “Adam Dearden,” who has developed drone technology and seen his inventions grow beyond him to a point that he is existentially drained and on the verge of suicide. This person feels very “Ellis.” We meet several inmates of the asylum, who all feel very “Ellis” to varying degrees, the same as the characters in Crooked Little Vein and Gun Machine felt “Ellis.” A fellow inmate disappears, leaving in his wake a pile of bugs. From there, the paranoia and technophobia ratchet up and up. We are introduced to a character who believes a return to feudalism will right society. Another character believes deep contact with the gut biome will right society. And so on. The novel drops off at the climax and picks back up a week later. We skip all that stuff and Ellis fills us in, hastily, pedal all the way to the floor. At times the similes become hilarious; I lost count of the times things or people were described as “like something” or “like someone.” This lack of focus on the specific both propels the reader forward, forcing us to read on faith and intuition, and belies a true feeling of impatience on the part of the author. As Ellis himself states, “It had, he admitted to himself, often been an entertaining experience , but now his tanks were empty and he needed either fuel or airplane mode.” All of which is to say that I’m happy to have a book like this exist, and I will happily read the next thing Ellis shoots down the pipeline. He’s been on this wavelength since Transmetropolitan, and I wouldn’t want him any other way. It’s a strange paradox , really, that the elements which make this book a fascinating patchwork of ideas and monologues fundamentally break the fourth wall necessary to construct the stale glue supposedly necessary to make up what we call a “novel.” This book doesn’t work, and I love it for that. J. David Osborne Tigard, Orgeon Arkady Strugatsky & Boris Strugatsky. The Doomed City. Trans. Andrew Bromfield. Chicago. Chicago Review Press. 2016. 462 pages. ———. The Dead Mountaineer’s Inn. Trans. Josh Billings. Brooklyn. Melville House. 2015. 238 pages. A Soviet astronomer from the 1950s. A Nazi. An American professor from the 1960s. These...