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Publisher's Weekly December 2001 |
Surreal and hilariously funny, this alternate history, the debut novel of British author Fforde, will appeal to lovers of zany genre work (think Douglas Adams) and lovers of classic literature alike. The scene: Great Britain circa 1985, but a Great Britain where literature has a prominent place in everyday life. For pennies, corner Will-Speak machines will quote Shakespeare; Richard III is performed with audience participation à la Rocky Horror and children swap Henry Fielding bubble gum cards. In this world where high lit matters, Special Operative Thursday Next (literary detectives) seeks to retreive the stolen manuscript of Dickens' Martin Chuzzlewit. The evil Acheron Hades has plans for it: after kidnapping Next's mad scientist uncle, Mycroft, and commandeering Mycroft's invention, the Prose Portal, which enables people to cross into a literary text, he sends a minion into Chuzzlewit to seize and kill a minor charcter, thus forever changing the novel. Worse is to come. When the manuscript of Jane Eyre, Next's favourite novel disappears, and Jane herself is spirited out of the book, Next must pursue Hades inside Charlotte Bronte's masterpiece. The plethora of oddly named charcters can be confusing, and the story's episodic nature means that the action moves forward in fits and starts. The cartoonish characters are either all good or all bad, but the villain's comeupance is still satisfying. Witty and clever, this literate romp heralds a fun new series set in a wonderfully original world. Forecast:With a six-city author tour, a well conceived web site at www.thursdaynext.com and crossover appeal to Bronte fans, this is likely to attract more attention than the usual first genre novel. Review in Kirkus December 2001 An unusually sure-footed first novel, this literary folly serves up a generally unique stew of fantasy, science fiction, procedural and cozy literary mystery - but in the end is more dancing bear than ballet. In an alternative Britain where literature is as important to the masses as movie stars are in our own, kids trade bubble-gum cards of Fielding characters, Baconians go door to door like Jehovah's witnesses preaching Francis Bacon's authorship of Shakespeare (while radical "New Marlovians" firebomb their meetings), and Richard III is weekly preparotry theater, like the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Thursday Next, a veteran of the Crimean War (still being fought after a hundred years), is a Literatec assigned to crimes such as stolen manuscripts and, because time travel is common, very convincing forgeries. Her father, a renegade ChronoGuard, travels time fighting historical revisionists, occasionally visiting Thursday to check his progress ("Have you ever heard of someone named Winston Churchill?"). Acheron Hades, whose supernatural powers make him the third most dangerous man in the world, steals the Prose Portal, an invention allowing travel between literature and reality, and the original manuscript of Martin Cuzzlewit, then ransoms one of the minor charcters. Things get worse when he gets his hands on Jane Eyre. Thursday pursues Acheron into the text of the novel (always a puzzlement to Bronte fans because of its oddly truncated close, in which Jane never returns to Rochester), defeats him, and gives the story its familiar happy ending. Back in her own world, Thursday marries her true love in scenes that parallel the novel she's just escaped, aided by characters she though she'd left there. While endlessly inventive, the invention here displays more than whimsy (names like Jack Schitt, Millon de Floss, Oswald Mandias get a grin but no more), and the world this young Welsh newcomer creates lacks the integrity that makes the best fantasies both startling and enduring.
Still, it's a welcoming and amusing place to pass a few hours. Rarely do I quote the promotional text of a novel I've read, even to close
friends. I've always thought it pretentious for one, people should make up
their own minds for seconds, and that they asked for my opinion, not that of
the promotions department of whatever publishing house originated the piece.
However, in the case of Jasper Fforde's The Eyre Affair, my response is a
resounding "Hooray!" Indeed, not since Douglas Adams first destroyed the
Earth, sending Arthur and company flinging toward The Restaurant at the End
of the Universe have I had so much fun reading a book. Here's an expansion of the premise outlined above: Our heroine is Thursday
Next --already, the lips of your mouth are curving in a smile, aren't they?
She's a member of SpecOps, specifically S0-27, the Literary Detective
Division. Since this version of England practically builds religions around
classic (and not so classic) literature, Thursday spends most of her time
tracking down forgeries and other literary criminal activity. Boring -- or
is it? Not at all when you consider her father, Colonel Next, is a renegade member
of the ChronoGuard (SO-12) and pops up from time to time with questions
about all manner of history that someone may be tampering with. Or how about
the theft of Charles Dickens' Martin Chuzzlewit by a man named Acheron Hades
who nearly seduced our femme fatale in her college days? The fact that
nothing seems to be able to kill him, that he has incredible powers of
persuasion, and perhaps a few other, supernatural talents all send Next --
and the reader -- on one of the most amazing science/fantasy rides of recent
memory. Next and Hades are the best pair of nemeses (hopefully, that's the plural)
to come along in some time. Thursday is so much a not-quite bookwormish Emma
Peel and Hades so over-the-top evil, that you can't help smirking at nearly
every passage. Next is brash, independent and, above all, righteous -- the
exact opposite of the brash, independent, and utterly morally corrupt Hades.
They are twisted mirror images, dancing around each other, into and out of
the strangest situations put to paper. As the title would indicate, the
focus of the conflict is on Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre, a book that
Thursday actually fell into as a child. Apparently, the walls between her
reality and a dimension where the novel's characters live and breathe have
gotten, er, paper thin. In fact, Thursday later learns that there's even a
travel agency dedicated to such jaunts -- luckily, there's only a few people
with the ability, though. But it's when her Uncle Mycroft (a nod, perhaps, to Conan Doyle and Sherlock
Holmes?) creates a device that can send anybody into any piece of written
work -- a poem, a technical paper, or novel -- that Hades' plans kick into
high gear and get Next chasing after him, at one point temporarily working
for the even more mysterious SO-5. Once Hades gets his hands on Mycroft's
device, he plucks a minor character out of the original Chuzzlewit
manuscript and kills him, forever altering every copy of the novel ever
printed. What, then, could be more dastardly, then plucking Jane Eyre
herself out of Bronte's manuscript and killing off one of Britain's most
beloved characters? All this reality-twisting action is set against a, well, rather reality-twisting backdrop. Thursday has one of those pet dodos, named Pickwick, who plocks his affection for his mistress. Her ex-lover, Landen Park-Laine, has reappared in her life, forcing her to confront their roles, and that of her deceased brother, Anton, in the now hundred years-plus Crimea War against Russia. Long-range transportation is conducted by airships (yes, the Hindenberg variety), not airplanes and yet people have cell phones and pagers. Operations against vampires and werewolves are routine, as are the attempts to fix sudden rips in the space-time continuum. And the literature! People are so in love with Shakespeare that they put on audience-participation performances of Richard Ill and hundreds of people rename themselves John Milton (even women). Even other characters' names are fun: Jack Schitt is the infuriating representative of the Goliath Corporation, a company who has basically taken over every aspect of English society and government; Victor Analogy, Bowden Cable, and Braxton Hicks are all members of SO-27 that Next ends up working with. There's even a vampire hunter (with a little problem of his own) named "Spike" Stoker. This is just a taste of what you'll find when you crack open the front cover and dive into the world Fforde has so lovingly, carefully, and laughingly detailed. And, on top of that, there's even a series of websites devoted to Thursday, her Britain's ubiquitous Goliath Corporation, and much more. You might want to get started at www.thursdaynext.com and try -- just try -- to work your way from there. For those of you who were caught up in this year's online A.l.: Artificial Intelligence web mystery, the websites are a great extension of the book -- especially since the book ends, well, rather, so well. You'll understand what I mean when you read The Eyre Affair. Let's just say that some literary characters who have a life of their own decide to do their "real-life" heroine a favor or two. Here's hoping Fforde isn't done with Next and that the next Next novel comes around the corner real soon. Of course, with Colonel Next's help, that could have been yesterday. |