What a fascinating mess that was. The opening feels a lot like a Golden Compass* replay, with Lyra back in Oxford, and a student now herself. Except instead of missing children, the mystery we're meant to be exercised about this time is...something to do with roses in the Middle East? Which you might think would feel remote and abstract but oh boy, you'd be amazed how many people Lyra knows suddenly have an intense personal interest in the subject and a reason to talk to her about it. In the meantime, she's been bickering with Pan, who is convinced that she's somehow had her imagination stolen away by two modish authors she's been reading. One of them is a philosopher, a sort of nightmarish Jordan Peterson/Slavoj Zizek crossbreed who mingles with the powers that be while inculcating post-truth notions in the young. The other is an ultra-rationalist who's using the terrible power of something which sounds a lot like our own world's nouveau roman to convince people that daemons are only a figment of their imagination. Now, this is interesting on two levels. One is that, given Pullman's own avowed atheism, we might easily have taken him for just such a figure himself. And that reassessment of what he's previously said, that I don't mind at all. One of the things which made Terry Pratchett's later work so invigorating was his willingness to go back, re-examine his own earlier conclusions on religion, see where nuance was wanting, and correct himself. Similarly, it makes perfect sense for Pullman to clarify that when he was inveighing against organised religion, that didn't mean he wanted to shut down the possibility of dreams and stories and the notion of something more than the merely mechanistic. No, the problem comes from the other aspect, which is that anything that looks like our world's rationalism, existing in Pullman's world, is not rationalism at all – it's insanity. There are daemons and witches and talking bloody polar bears, and those are just the widely known facts. Lyra herself has been to other realities and the Land of the Dead, met angels, the whole shebang – and not been treated as insane when she came back from it. There's no reason for anyone to buy into this philosophy, and there's even less for her. And it doesn't help that when we briefly meet the chap, seemingly tormented by his own Alsatian daemon, the pair of them come across like Jim and Wilson in Friday Night Dinner.
In any case, for all Pan's fears, Lyra doesn't seem appreciably less imaginative – just a little beaten down by life, as well one might be. Not just because growing up was always to some extent baked into the series' metaphysics as a limiting process, but because the events of His Dark Materials don't seem to have had any impact on the world; if anything, it's slightly worse, risking that horrible Force Awakens effect of making the original trilogy's struggles and sacrifices seem entirely pointless. You can understand Lyra not wanting to charge down the high street like Nietzsche's madman telling everyone that the Authority is dead, but the way she doesn't even allude to it in more private and occult conversations, and only once or twice mentions the Republic of Heaven inwardly, contributes further to that sense of a reluctance fully to build on the earlier achievement. Might this itself represent that lack of imagination? Well, maybe, but more often characters (particularly, but by no means solely, Lyra) seem only to suffer from a lack of common sense, as often happens when a writer needs to keep a plot moving and doesn't much care how they do so. I first bridled early on, when Lyra, despite all of her past experiences with the authorities, tries to report the story's inciting incident to the police. Still, local force, everyday matter...well, OK, maybe. But it keeps happening, reaching a nadir when despite knowing the Magisterium is stirring, and against her, she wanders into the very heart of it – not for a vital secret mission or anything, just for something to do while she waits for a transport connection.
This was not the only time I found myself puzzled by a veteran writer making what seemed like rookie mistakes. The most general of which is, the book really doesn't need to be as long as it is. Far too often, A will tell B something, which B subsequently tells C, and while that does need to happen on some level, we really don't need it in full pretty much every time. Very occasionally there's an important detail omitted or distorted in the retelling, but they're only easier to miss for being hidden in so much repetition. This helps contribute to a wider sense that it's unclear for what audience The Secret Commonwealth is intended. They're sequels to beloved children's books, certainly – but from fairly early on the F-word is getting dropped in here and there, never to any great purpose or in a way where its substitution would appreciably weaken the scene. The most constructive guess I can make is that it's by way of an early warning to parents who maybe grew up on the earlier books that they shouldn't let their kids read this one yet, a warning mainly justified by one genuinely traumatic scene near the end. Other than that, it's mainly gentle hints that Lyra has indeed now done the sex, not least with one of the supporting characters, the unfortunately named Dick Orchard**, and one really awkward section where a character who first knew Lyra as a literal baby realises they now have a massive crush on her. And while there are some lovely tense scenes scattered among the padding and the disconnects, one of them entirely blows its (admittedly already foreshadowed) big reveal by having it right there in the chapter title.
The themes remain much as one would expect – despite the aforementioned insistence that it's important to believe the world is more than brute matter, Pullman has no more time than he ever did for religion as authority, and that's married now to an equal if not greater suspicion of over-mighty corporations (which, again, I'm not wholly convinced fits the world, but there we are). And alongside the topical fury at post-truth casuistry, and governments with no respect for the rule of law, and a really heavy-handed line about second-hand water cannons, there's a pained awareness of how it feels like the forces of good are always fighting with one hand behind their back, while evil can operate unconstrained. Again, when you consider the forces of good could maybe ask for a hand from the armoured bears and flying witches and so forth, this doesn't really make sense in the context, but hey, Pullman clearly enjoyed writing it. Probably the most affecting of the contemporary nods is the refugee crisis, occasioned by the knock-off Da'esh*** who are tied up with the whole rose business (remember that?). But even here, Pullman lets himself down with another of those rookie mistakes. An important running element in the plot is how strange and unsettling it is for Lyra not to always be tied to her daemon, as most people are. But it seems to vary how easily other people (and daemons) can tell this is the case, rather than eg her having a small daemon which is curled up in her pocket, thank you very much. And its oddness is undermined by Pullman often neglecting to detail what the daemons of other characters are doing, or saying, or simply their presence – something which feels most glaring in the scene where a refugee boat is wrecked, and hearing any detail of what the stricken passengers' daemons are doing would have really served to make fresh what has now somehow become almost an everyday and overfamiliar horror.
Then just when I thought it was going to do that most annoying thing volume 2 of a trilogy can do, and simply end, there's a glimpse of resolution and a cliffhanger which ensured that, whatever my many complaints, I will definitely be back for the conclusion despite it all, despite even that baffling section where everyone suddenly starts talking about stewing eels, which really felt like it must at least be set-up for something, and then wasn't at all.
I'll say this for it, though – the dustjacket is fine, but the book underneath is genuinely beautiful.
*I always preferred that title to Northern Lights – it just fits so much better with The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass.
**Just when I was starting to get over that, the narrative introduces a chap called van Dongen.
***Who are really blatantly a false-flag operation, and this isn't a spoiler because it never quite gets confirmed in this volume. A fictional trope which has been making me deeply uneasy ever since lunatics and edgelords started treating it as an everyday truth.