In GLIMMERING, an apocalyptic novel as provocative as it is gorgeously written, author Elizabeth Hand creates a detailed world where a man-made calamity crashes against a solar flare and rips apart our ozone layer, initiating a violent celestial cataclysm that results in hallucinogenic skies without stars, seasonal disruptions, floods, and overall chaos, as well as the gradual erosion of civilization as we know it. Not that this stops multi-national corporate superpowers from cashing in on the catastrophe or people, enslaved by technological innovation, from partying like it's . . . well, 1999.
The premise is now dated, as the millennium has come and gone with nary a Mayan-predicted catastrophe to detain our present course toward self destruction. Nevertheless, setting aside the year of the novel's events and lack of references to our current digital craze, GLIMMERING is both eerily prescient and unsettling, for when this world goes dark, it's not a lights-out event. It's a gradual, terrifying process of moral and physical decay, with hope still tendered even as the situation grows more dire by the hour.
Set in New York City, its suburbs, and upper Maine, the novel focuses on a few lead characters whose lives intersect. Hand isn't interested in delivering a simple plot. Rather, each of her characters stands on their own, facing individual tests of faith and endurance, their encounters unexpectedly fraught with unresolved issues. Jack is an enterprising literary editor whose magazine is going defunct along with the rest of the world; he's also HIV positive, dying from within, and haunted by the losses he sees all around him as well as those he lost to AIDS. One of his best friends and former lovers, Leonard- arguably, the most vivid, unnerving character in the book - is a Warholian photographer / artist, whose morbid muti-media endeavors to document the eradication of the natural world and extinction of species vies with his manic pursuit of the mysterious, including an enigmatic elixir that might cure HIV but also produces unexpectedly creepy side-effects. Trip Marlowe is a Christian rock star, in vogue with apocalyptic sects flourishing in the doomsday scenario of the glimmering, whose life is turned inside out by an encounter with a nymph-like siren. Martin is a man dying of AIDS in a segregated survivalist community in Maine, who rescues Trip and embarks on a doomed quest to escape his own tragedy.
While not an easy book to read, Hand's writing is sublime, devoid of pat answers or sentimentalized conclusions. Written during the AIDS pandemic, the book might be seen as a science fiction parable on the very real loss of life experienced during that terrible time. Her depictions of the ravages of HIV, both upon the body and the spirit, are poetically rendered; she knows this disease, what it quenches from within and without, and readers familiar with HIV will find themselves choking up. Her sweeping, panoramic view of New York under an onslaught of decline beneath roiling hellish skies is also breathtaking, as are her portrayals of feral youth squatting in decrepit buildings, rich citizens bathing in the artificial sunlight of an immense pyramid structure built in the heart of Manhattan, and all the fashionable gewgaws that decorate a collapsing society. Even her terrorists are fascinating - ecological warriors, bent on fighting for nature by blowing up humanity and abetting the disaster in progress. Here, Hand truly excels, her powers of description intense and kaleidoscopic.
GLIMMERING is difficult to define. Is it an apocalyptic warning of what we might do to ourselves? It is a condemnation of the indifference to the plight of those who died of AIDS? Is it both or neither? What propels the narrative is Hand's exquisite rendering of her flawed and fallible characters, each of whom, in his or her own way, yearns to feel love one last time before everything ends. It is in the hearts of her characters where she excavates the heart of her story, but the reader must persevere, and that's asking a lot of those easily dismayed by gloom.
A gem of a novel, if a dark one.