I've read Elizabeth Hand before, and especially loved "Waking the Moon" (that book is 20 years old now, how did that happen?). But I've never read her mystery-thrillers. I decided to pick up this book because of an upcoming trip to Iceland, which is featured. It's the second in a series. I haven't read the first, but had no problem getting into this one.
I'm not sure anyone would want to visit the Iceland of Cass Neary's experience. For that matter, most of her world isn't exactly rainbows and fairies. The genius of this book is that it really updates noir and finds a true protagonist that fits into a dark world. Cass Neary is a washed-up photographer and drug addict. She's manipulative, dishonest, jaded, but her survival instincts have always managed to get her out of trouble so far. The detective-protagonist is kicked to the curb. Cass is a member of our underground, culturally, criminally on the edge.
Elizabeth Hand is a really visual, sensual writer. Cass is sent to evaluate a series of photos for authenticity, since her photography book of street addicts, published in the seventies before things went south for her, have garnered her sort of a cult following of those who like darkness in their art. The photos are by a Finnish photographer, so her somewhat mysterious employer sends her off to Finland. All the photos are of death. Cass never flinches from it, is appreciative of the beauty and artistry needed to record brutality. The author manages to paint a vivid picture that made me feel almost like I'd seen the photos myself. She captures the quality of light in the high North, the stark monochrome of Nordic architectural style. Although there's never a doubt that something really nasty is going on, Cass figures it's none of her business, and just focuses on artistic technique.
One thing follows another, and Cass ends up in the just post-economic crash Iceland. It's dark, it's grungy, it's full of people trying to figure out how to survive with all certainty gone. Cass has no problem making her way through this world because she's always been on the edge.
Because Cass is no hero- I'm not even sure she's an anti-hero- the author has to give her a motivation related either to self-preservation or fixation. Cass doesn't want to solve any mystery, doesn't care who wins. But she does very much care about staying alive, and that's her goal through this book. No nosy librarian, no boy-scout detective, Cass is pretty much purely self-interested. That's what I mean by modern noir. True dark protagonists don't have ethical motivations that won't let them rest. They can't rest because if they do, they could end up dead. Cass has a really interesting style of gathering information which takes advantage of her chamelion-like nature. Once she has a target, she just sort of fakes like she knows more than she does. Her target then gives information, assuming Cass already has it. Much more realistic than most mysteries, where just asking a question is enough to get an honest answer.
Elizabeth Hand has long had a fascination with the darker side of religion, especially per-Christian ones. That interest is a big part of the book, which deals with death metal related to Norse rock bands who take on pagan religion either as a stylistic trapping or as a true path to power.
And finally, there's a long-gone ex who comes back on the scene. He's dangerous, truly dangerous, there's no doubt. Cass says that she "honed her sense of damage" on him. Reading about their relationship, I could feel the ache in my heart that's never left, given to me by a guy who was bad for me, but who I couldn't bring myself to leave because of that feeling. Cass, however, has never asked herself what the healthy course of action might be, has never gotten to the point of kicking an addiction, so she has nothing holding her back.
So, lots going on in this book. A new take on noir with a really interesting main character who makes sense as a point of view from which to explore darkness. A meditation on art, on death, on loss, on leftover feelings. Damn, she's good.