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’There’s just as much suspense today as there was when the first singer woke from his first song to discover the worth of the concomitant sacrifice. You don’t know, Lobey. This all may be a false note, at best a passing dissonance in the harmonies of the great rock and the great roll.’
“I thought for awhile. Then I said, ‘I want to run away.’
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A wild romp of a story, replete with humor, love, friendship, villainy, and not a little wisdom, Samuel R. Delany’s The Einstein Intersection is a mad mash-up of myth and mythopoeia. For instance, an entirely new mythos has taken root around none other than those lads from Liverpool, the Fab Four, the Beatles—who are universally revered as semi-legendary keepers of the mystical “great rock and great roll.” (Plus, the underrated and too oft-ignored Ringo is shown a little love here, which I for one very much appreciated).
The other ingredients in this strange brew are elements of Einstein’s special and general theories of relativity and an interesting take on Gödel’s incompleteness theorem.
Delany wrote this novel during a trip abroad in Greece and the Mediterranean when he was just 22 years old. To give some perspective, he published his first novel, The Jewels of Aptor, when he was just 19, and had already finished a full trilogy, The Fall of the Towers, by the time he was 21!
(I know—classic underachiever, right??)
The Einstein Intersection ended up winning the Nebula Award for Best Novel in 1967, deservedly, and has the unmistakable feel of a book written by a young and confident writer already beginning to manifest the creative and cerebral powers for which his later works would be justly celebrated.
The story is set on a far-future, post-apocalyptic Earth, inhabited by a (sort of?) alien species, who have taken on nearly all of the physical and social aspects of their human predecessors, occasionally encountering old but still-functioning human technology and even appropriating for themselves human ideologies, social mores, and myths (and making up some of their own along the way, as with their oddly charming Beatles mythos).
*[nerd sidebar: insofar as the “people” who populate the world of The Einstein Intersection have an almost preternatural ability to mimic human behavior and form, they strongly reminded me of the “Shadow Children” in Gene Wolfe’s classic three-part novella The Fifth Head of Cerberus, in which the Shadow Children could, to some extent, but not wholly (like the characters in The Einstein Intersection), imitate human form.]
Back to Einstein and Gödel for a moment. This is a quote from a dragon-herder (yup, there are dragons, too) named Spider, a self-described mash-up of Judas Iscariot, Pat Garret and King Minos, judging the dead at the gates of Hades and speaking thusly to our hero and narrator Lo Lobey:
“’Wars and chaoses and paradoxes ago, two mathematicians between them ended an age and began another for our hosts, our ghosts called Man. One was Einstein, who with his Theory of Relativity defined the limits of man’s perception by expressing mathematically just how far the condition of the observer influences the things he perceives.’
“‘The other was Goedel [sic], a contemporary of Einstein, who was the first to bring back a mathematically precise statement about the vaster realm beyond the limits Einstein had defined: In any closed mathematical system—you may read ‘the real world with its immutable laws of logic’—there are an infinite number of true theorems—you may read ‘perceivable, measurable phenomena’—which, though contained in the original system, can not be deduced from it—read ‘proven with ordinary or extraordinary logic.’ Which is to say, there are more things in heaven and Earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy, Horatio.’ [big up to another nice reference, this time to Billy Shakespeare, in that last bit.]”
This passage goes on awhile longer, the point being that for a piece of mere handwavium this is not just some hurriedly tossed-together dross. This is Delany spreading his wings and aiming his sights high with some pretty carefully thought-out explication. Not your usual “multiply the gihoxigogen by the ramistam and divide it all by the hapax legomenon” type bullshit.
Obviously in the end it’s all bullshit (the science, I mean, not the deeper truths explored through the fictional story and its characters). This is science fiction, after all. But I, for one, like my handwaving info-dumps given with at least a pretense to the reader’s intelligence.
Through its many twists and turns, ups and downs and in and outs, The Einstein Intersection continuously delivers the goods. And—just to put a little more meta, postmodernist topspin on an already nutty novel—Delany occasionally inserts passages from his own personal diary (although… the integrity of said “diary entries” may or may not be ruse on Delany’s part, inserted only to add further psychological depth. I for one remain unconvinced that these entries are, in fact, “genuine.” And of course, this would only serve to punch up the meta-ness of it all a notch or two (a lá Borges, fittingly), in which Delany reveals to the reader, via his contemporaneous “diary,” his inner thoughts about the book—referred to in the journal entries by its acronym, “TEI” [The Einstein Intersection]. These thoughts are nominally about the novel’s development and eventual denouement, and its protagonist and antagonist, Lo Lobey and Kid Death, respectively. But much of the time these entries are simply Delany’s reflections on the beauty of the places he’s traveling through, in Greece and elsewhere in the eastern Mediterranean; or of attractions he has yet to see; or just random thoughts on life, time, and the joys of travel. These brief sections are even given elaborate sign-offs, e.g. “Author’s Journal/Mykonos, December 1965.”
So, Delany was already dreaming up and deploying literary devices with which he could deconstruct and subvert the sclerosed structures and strictures of the traditional sff novel, shuffling the pieces around and putting them back together in his own new and unique configurations. And people dug it—hell, people are still digging it!
The story dips into Greek mythology a good deal—primarily the Theseus and Orpheus myths—so it’s helpful to have a Bulfinch, Graves, Hamilton, Fry, or (insert your favorite chronicler of Greek mythology here) book lying around. Or, you know, a smartphone.
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We have taken over their abandoned world, and something new is happening to the fragments, something we can’t even define with mankind’s leftover vocabulary.
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4.5 stars, only because it was too short, and thus didn’t have room enough to develop its main characters and themes.
I wanted to round down to 4 because I feel like I’ve been giving a lot of 5 star ratings lately, but what are you gonna do—try to pick out books you won’t like as much?
So, 5 stars it is.