I have so much love for this book, and for so many reasons. First off, I’ve always been drawn to stories that take science fiction constructs and apply them to the here-and-now. In the case of Resurrecting Sunshine, Koosis uses the concept of cloning to explore big questions, like, just because we can play god and bring someone back from the dead, should we? Or, how do we decide who gets a do-over, and what happens if the clone deviates from the original? Important questions, which collectively shed light on what it means to be human.
Second, I have such appreciation for the inventive story structure. The plot is determined in large part by the memories grieving, rock-guitarist Adam chooses to share about the love-of-his-life Marybeth, known to the world as the singer Sunshine. Sometimes he recalls moments from their earliest days, as two angry foster kids pitted against the world. Other times, Adam dwells on the birth of the band that became their family, and later the source of so much sadness. And sometimes, it’s a recollection from the days just before Sunshine’s end. But every memory that Adam doles out is a clue, each serving to peel back the mystery shrouding Marybeth/Sunshine’s tragic death.
Another thing Koosis does so well is people her tale with real, flesh and blood characters, especially Gen, the caring, sensitive daughter of the Project Orpheus’ founder, a girl with secrets almost as deep as Adam’s and Marybeth’s, and of course, Adam. It’s not always easy being in his head, but given the suffering and turmoil he’s experienced, his anger and bitterness are understandable and appropriate when every day he’s being forced to relive a history and a relationship that was usually more bitter than sweet.
Finally, I have to give a shout out to the writing. Gorgeous, gorgeous prose. From this gem, right at the beginning: “We step out onto the beach. Dark, flat-bottomed clouds hang low over us, and fat raindrops crater the sand. There’s no one here but us and the gulls, which tip their heads back and screech, cries that sound like laughter” to this, at the midpoint, “I imagine the memories they’re retrieving travelling along the wires, no longer bits and bytes, ones and zeros, but a yellow (black?) liquid that bubbles through a moonshiner’s still.” For me, it doesn’t get better than that.
Resurrecting Sunshine is a deeply moving story of love and loss, guilt and grief, sacrifice and, possibly, if you’re lucky, second chances. It’s a story that will mess with your head and your heart in the best of all possible ways.