The Garments of Caean, published in 1976, is a sprawling, stentorian dark space opera layered with that indelibly rich imagination, novel bizarreness, and sharp-knifed prose that I’ve come to expect from Bayley. If there were such a thing as a healthy diet composed strictly of sugar, Bayley would be its primary chef.
To outline a Bayley story would be like trying to catch 100 dinner plates hurled at me from above. The ideas flooding Garments are multitudinous and yet completely coordinated with the underlying plot. Everything is just so visual. If some other madman could turn this into a film, it would be a feast for the eyes. There are scenes in the novel that conjure up the best of Fellini and Jodorowsky, with faces that gaze like a Modigliani painting, and a technical composure to match Stanislaw Lem. All the while, Bayley does this with limited description; he understood that it only takes a few light but deft touches, and the reader’s imagination will take over. It’s no surprise that Stanley Kubrick once asked for a copy of The Soul of the Robot, but sadly, that’s a film for an alternate lifetime.
The forefront of the story is about a mysterious fabric called Prossim, which has an unknown origin in a corner of the Txist Arm of the Ziode Cluster called Caean. The citizens of Caean adorn the “Art of Attire” and tend to dress in extravagantly ostentatious arrangements. Prossim has a peculiar quality from other fabrics in that it appears to integrate itself with human consciousness in a strange way. The Ziode Cluster itself is bifurcated culturally, causing xenophobic relations stemming primarily from the main region of Ziode (reflecting our culture and world) and the peoples of Caean.
Now, if you want to read the other bits, like planets made entirely of flesh-eating flies, a secret government of naked men, the all-powerful Frachonard Suit, and a warring faction of cyborgs dwelling in honeycombed asteroids, go pick up the novel.
“My goal is to write good science fiction, the sort that blows your mind! I regard science fiction as the literature of the twentieth century, and the only one which future historians will bother to study as they try to understand our age.” - Barrington J. Bayley