Mysteries of Motion

by Hortense Calisher

In Cabin Six the half-dozen men and women--and one stowaway--who are passengers on the first American space shuttle for civilians are entering the space age as we all are, with our personal histories at our backs.

Tom Gilpin, social reformer and cult hero; Veronica, the sexual explorer; Mulenberg, the businessman; William Wert, the diplomat who will be head man on arrival; Soraya, survivor of Iran's revolution; Lievering, possible survivor of the death camps--share all their secret histories.

"Reader," says Tom Gilpin, "ride with us. Not for our sake alone, not for yours...(but) for the sake of that once gentle brown humus from which we all come."

Hardcover

First published January 1, 1983

About the author

Hortense Calisher was an American writer of fiction.

Calisher involved her closely investigated, penetrating characters in complicated plotlines that unfold with shocks and surprises in allusive, nuanced language with a distinctively elegiac voice, sometimes compared with Eudora Welty, Charles Dickens, Jane Austen, and Henry James. Critics generally considered Calisher a type of neo-realist and often both condemned and praised for her extensive explorations of characters and their social worlds. She was definitely at odds with the prevailing writing style of minimalism that characterized fiction writing in the 1970s and 1980s and that emphasized a sparse, non-romantic style with no room for expressionism or romanticism. As an anti-minimalist, Calisher was admired for her elliptical style in which more is hinted at than stated, and she was also praised as a social realist and critic in the vein of Honore Balzac and Edith Wharton.

Reviews

[Daniel · Rating 2 out of 5]

This review originally published in Looking For a Good Book. Rated 2.0 of 5

I will admit that I often don't pay a lot of attention to where a book was published while I'm reading it. It is early, when I request it, that I know where it has come from, and then again when I'm reviewing my notes for my review that I think about it. And I do this rather specifically because I don't want to go into a book with any pre-conceptions (ie: it's self-published, so it must be bad; or it's put out by one of the 'big dogs' so it must be good). But I'll also admit that when I'm reading a book that I am finding to be dreadful, I am assuming it is a self-published book (sorry, self-published authors!).

Such was the case here.

I am stunned that this is not only published by a mainstream publisher, but it's a reprint!

A spaceship is headed toward the first habitable 'island' in space. Aboard the ship is a melting-pot' of diversity in the population. Follow along with them as they share their ship confinement and excitement for what the future may hold for them.

Consider the Goodreads description of the book:

The Citizen Courier is headed toward Island US, “the first public habitat in space.” Aboard the ship resides a collection of diverse travelers. Narrator Tom Gilpin is a rich publisher, and he’s joined by fellow journalist Veronica, as well as an industrialist, a Jewish-German expatriate philosopher, a diplomat and his wife, and the teenage son of a NASA admiral. Revealing a complex, nonlinear narrative for each of its characters, the iridescent literary sci-fi of Mysteries of Motion captures lives and relationships as labyrinthine as the space vessel that carries them, channeling intergalactic, philosophical, and psychological voyages.

If you know how to read between the lines, "a complex, nonlinear narrative for each of its characters" that "captures lives and relationships as labyrinthine as the space vessel that carries them, channeling intergalactic, philosophical, and psychological voyages" is another way of saying, "This isn't going to make a lot of sense."

It took me a very long time to get through this book and I stopped trying to make sense of it fairly early, hoping it would come together for me (it does, but I had long before lost any care I had for the story and the characters).

One of the first passages I highlighted was the first moment that I had to read, re-read, and again re-read to try to make sense of what was happening. "Inside the motel for once and all until liftoff, every window that I, Gilpin, looked through became a haunting, by an Earth already half departed from." This could go either way at this early stage for me. Either it's a beautiful piece of poetic language, or it's a really confusing sentence.

Ah...but as we go further in it becomes less poetical and more confusing:

She smiled to herself, meanwhile overlooking the angled warps of the same view he at best might have eight or so more stories of. A singer, he’d sensed the timbre her life sounded, when like a bell it was struck: that she was organized around something.

and

A tiny, bitten-off man with a navvy’s biceps bulging on the short arms sticking out of his surplice and the hands of a plump child, this doctor’s shiny brown eyes remind him of the organ-grinder who’d come once a week to their London street, though Lievering’s mother had never once tossed him money—whose eyes had been exactly like the monkey who had turned the man’s music box. Or the monkey’s eyes had been like the man’s.

and

As the boy is lifted off and up, and hung by his heels, the flesh on even such firm cheeks as his enlarging downward while the blood drains from his fingertips, the Space Angel, a grotty character from a comic book often foisted on him and his sisters when they were kids because of their father’s profession, keeps calling his name with the silvery insistence of a receptionist.

...

Moving along out here, goggled and visored in the center of a filmy octopus of other lenses, at times he has to quell an impulse to shed all this gear and float out in his nakedness for one moment’s purity against all the hedgings which keep a person alive from the minute born.

And lest we forget...this is also a non-linear story. All of which to say, this is a very difficult tome to read. When you have to work to get through a sentence, or go back to the beginning of a paragraph to read it again to remember what the subject is, there's a failure on the author's part to keep the reader engaged.

I've written before about my distrust in awards for novels, especially awards that I've never heard of or that are very 'elite.' Not that this has won any award that I know of, but there is a similar principle involved here. Books that are selected for awards are often done so not for the story, but for the form. When a writer plays with form - doing something new and evocative - it's almost as if the editors and publishers react like "I don't understand it, so it must be exceptionally good" - afraid to be the only one not to 'get' it.

This was less cryptic and more direct in the writing near the end, but I had already stopped caring and really just wanted to finish the book and forget about it.

This book is, in many ways, like Dhalgren (also recently republished by Open Road Media) - a lot of soul-searching characters on a vast journey of discovery, and rather difficult to wade through.

I've read a lot of science fiction, particularly in the 1970's and 1980's. I don't recall ever see Hortense Calisher's name before, and a big part of me wishes that had remained.

Looking for a good book? You have to be really committed to reading Mysteries of Motion by Hortense Calisher, to possibly find any enjoyment from it.

I received a digital copy of this book from the publisher, through Netgalley, in exchange for an honest review.

[Lis Carey · Rating 4 out of 5]

This is a really interesting work of literary science fiction from the early 1980s. I missed it at the time, and I'm sorry I did.

The basic premise of this novel is that, at a not clearly stated time possibly in the early 21st century, the US is sending a crew of civilians to a habitat/colony at the L5 LaGrange point between the Earth and the Sun. It's the first time civilians have been sent to a space station as potential colonists, and due to a years-long campaign by wealthy guerrilla journalist (today he'd be a blogger) Tom Gilpin, it is at least in theory a first exercise in including the whole range of humanity, rather than just a super-fit, elite subset.

We meet the inhabitants of one cabin, a relatively elite group although not your obvious choices for First Space Colonists. They include Tom Gilpin himself, his old friend and collaborator Veronica Oliphant, industrial magnate John Mulenberg, former diplomat and current leading international businessman William Wert, Wert's Iranian wife Soraya, and the man with two names, Wulf Lievering/Jacques Cohen. Lievering/Cohen is not deceiving anyone; he's been living and working openly under both names, and each of the passengers assigned to the same cabin have been given complete access to each other's biographies. Lievering/Cohen has been a poet, a professor of literature, a translator, and other things along the way.

And then there's one of the few crew members who spends significant time with them, Fred Kim, son of an internationally famous architect who's done significant work for NASA. Except he's not Fred Kim; he's really Mole Perdue, son of the NASA admiral in charge of this project.

Mole smuggled himself aboard because he's deeply suspicious and concerned about the fact that his father told his friend Fred's father to keep Fred grounded until the second trip.

Calisher, whose writing career stretched from 1951 to 2009, practiced a complex, ornate style of story telling that wasn't in favor in the seventies and eighties, but may be more welcome today. We get the complex interleaving of the characters' stories, non-linear, detailed, and intricate. The story builds up layer by layer, as we learn the good, the bad, and the ugly of all the principal characters. No one is a mere spear-carrier.

A really, really interesting read.

Recommended.

I received a free electronic galley from the publisher via NetGalley.