Searching for the ninth planet was no picnic. The mind-numbing drudgery of making long-exposure photographic plates of the stars, of the eye strain induced by meticulous examination of thousands of pin-pricks of light, day after day — how could you make an exciting novel out of this? Well, you can't. And Michael Byers, in "Percival's Planet" (weirdly underrated on this site) wisely doesn't try. Although Byers' fictional account of Kansas farmboy Clyde Tombaugh's discovery of "Planet X" at the Lowell Observatory in Arizona is the hook, he populates the tale with interesting characters on the periphery of the find, and in fact crafts a beautiful tale of love, discovery, madness and loss that at times is as meticulous in its how-it-was-done research as the actual search for the planet, but does not descend into that drudgery.
It took Byers seven years to craft his follow-up to his excellent debut novel, "Long for This World"; it's evident that much of that time was spent in research. Even after reading this, you might not understand how to grind a telescopic lens on a Kansas farm or precisely understand how the photographic plates are used in the discovery of Pluto, but the information isn't daunting. And in crafting a tale of patient search, Byers concentrates more on the characters than on the history. Weaving four main plot threads, he doesn't even bring the major players together until more than half the novel is behind us. We get Tombaugh as an itchy farmboy without a college education who writes a letter to Lowell Observatory and gets invited to help find a planet that might not even be there. Alan Barber, at the observatory, falls for a colleague's woman, naming a comet after her just at about the time the two get married. Oops. Barber later hooks up with Mary, a woman descending into madness and leaving behind her boxer suitor. And there are the wealthy DuPries, son and mother, at the center of a dig for fossils near the observatory. Byers doesn't goose the plot along unnecessarily; instead, he lovingly reveals these characters while sprinkling in details of the search for the planet from 1928-30. Byers mixes in the meddling of Mrs. Lowell, widow of famous astronomer Percival Lowell; a nation falling into the Great Depression; and Tombaugh's conflicted feelings at becoming the only man then alive to have discovered a planet. Byers' prose is lovely, though in the first half there is a tendency toward the oblique and cute in his dialogue.
Those not expecting a fast-paced plot — but, seriously, why in hell would you? — and who can roll with the details of astronomy, and, particularly, readers who like a beautifully told, deep tale will find much to love in "Percival's Planet." Pluto's designation as a planet didn't last, of course (I like the Mental Floss T-shirt that reads, "Pluto 1930-2006. Revolve in Peace") but Byers' accomplishment here just might. Two-for-two now, Byers would have a chance to be among my favorite authors, though I suspect the level of his research will make his novels few and far between.