‘Lyle Peripart’s world is coming apart. Up to just a few days ago he was an obscure professor, quietly unenthusiastic about the Reichs that have dominated the world since the Axis victory over a century ago – but not looking for a fight with anyone.
Then Lyle was recruited for private industry by the mysterious industrialist Geoffrey Iphwin – and everything stopped making sense.
His mild mannered fiancée turns out to be a gun-toting weapons expert who grew up in a world in which America surrendered to the USSR in the 1970s. And several of their friends turn out to have grown up in more different worlds still. Worse, they gradually realise that not one of them has ever talked to anyone inside the continental United States.
In fact, just thinking about the United States is hard.
It’s as if someone is trying to stop them.
Something, in fact, seems to be trying to kill each of them. And Geoffrey Iphwin is trying to pull them together – for a quest into what’s actually going on.’
Blurb from the 2001 Gollancz paperback edition
Lyle Peripart, an academic specialising in an obscure branch of logic which he terms ‘abductive reasoning’ – his research aims to explore how human thought determines alternate choices essentially, how one quickly arrives a t a shortlist of alternatives without obviously going through an infinite list of possibilities.
He is offered a job by the mysterious Geoffrey Iphwin, Head of Contech, but before his interview receives a note warning him that Iphwin is more dangerous than he seems.
We are in a future, we soon realise, where most of the world, including the US, is controlled by Nazi Reichs. The descendants of exiled Americans keep their old country alive outside the Reichs, in Lyle's case in New Zealand or Enzy.
This future, however, has not stemmed from our past, but from another universe which diverged some time during the Second World War, or even earlier.
It now appears that people are slipping between alternate universes. Anomalies begin to appear. people recall irreconcilable versions of historical events. Most tellingly, when Lyle and his wife Helen are out having dinner, a Nazi hitwoman attempts to shoot Lyle, but is gunned down by Helen who suddenly not only believes herself to be a Secret Agent, but is also carrying a small arsenal in her evening dress.. Added to all this is the peculiar fact, which no one seems to be able to think about, that America has disappeared.
Iphwin, who turns out to be an AI embodied in flesh, has recruited Lyle, his wife and several others to travel to America to discover what has happened to it.
It’s a clever and fast-paced novel, laced with Barnes’ dry wit and ironic observations, containing interesting scenes and set pieces. The obsequious talking ships and cabs for instance are reminiscent of Dick’s talking taxis and household appliances.
Barnes has also thought out some of the other consequences of meeting people from alternate time lines. Helen, now the muscular and efficient Secret Agent, rather than historian, turns out to be a sadomasochist dominatrix who subjects Lyle to a sexual experience she presumes he is enjoying (as Lyle’s alternative self did). Another colleague remembers not only being to Lyle but that his father and pregnant mother did not die in a car crash and that his previously unborn brother grew up to be gay. It is encouraging that Barnes mentions or includes gay characters in his novels as a matter of course, something that is still lacking in US SF as a whole.
It suffers as a novel in that it can’t quite decide what tone to take. It begins in a comically surreal fashion and becomes more serious in the second half. It also explores the nature of identity in an original way, suggesting that chance, our choices and our environment has much to do with what makes us the people we are, rather than merely genetics.
It’s not as Americocentric as some other recent novels, since much of the action takes place outside the US. It does assume however (perhaps quite rightly) that the descendants of US ex-pats would retain such a loyalty to their homeland that they would maintain that culture for generations without having it polluted by ‘those other cultures’
It’s not one of Barnes’ best novels, but certainly shows his flair for inventiveness and characterisation.