Books that blend fiction and philosophy are my catnip. Books like The Stranger, Sophie's World, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Invisible Cities, The Name of the Rose, and, most recently, Katabasis get me thinking, like Madeleine Thien's The Book of Records.
I inhaled this book. Stories about Baruch Spinoza in 17th-century Amsterdam, Hannah Arendt fleeing Nazi Germany, and (a discovery for me) Du Fu wandering through Tang dynasty China tell of the lives behind the books. These historical figures live the ideas they champion, suffer difficult lives because they go against the trends and traditions of their time: Spinoza theological orthodoxy, Arendt Nazism, and Du Fu sociopolitical corruption.
What holds these stories in the same space is a nebulous waystation, described like a floating island in the middle of the sea, where Lina and her father Wui Shin shelter, sharing stories with those who arrive and saying goodbye to those who depart. Lina's father also has a story to tell, but only to Lina and on his deathbed, so great is his shame and pain.
The book's structure is composed of a free-flow of time through the stories told, with the waystation, existing outside of time and space, the point through which they all move. The stories about Spinoza, Arendt, Du Fu, and Wui Shin occupy different points of reference, different moments in history. Yet, within the waystation’s narrative space, they achieve a kind of relative stillness, moving together toward the same destination: truth, however painful.
In a sense, this structure resembles the act of reading. We move through these stories, turning pages, moving toward the end of the book, but the waystation, we the readers, remains constant, or seems to. Like travelers on the same vessel, we don't perceive the motion because we're all moving together. We read at different speeds; we comprehend different parts but ignore others. We make choices in what we understand and remember, or not. Like reviews, mine will be different from another’s.
This structure embodies the book's central questions about memory and history: what persists? What is preserved when everything is in motion? The waystation is unable to stop time; it only acts as a space where different times can coexist, where stories from across centuries can exist in relation to one another.
On the narrative level, we see this paradox of movement and stillness as well. For their beliefs, Spinoza suffers excommunication from his community; Arendt becomes stateless, forced to escape the Nazis; and Du Fu goes into exile. Each refuse to compromise their personal integrity for the demands of the many.
But, Wui Shin embodies the antithesis. Where the other three chose what they thought true instead of conforming, Wui Shin chose the opposite. He fractured his family and betrayed his own heart to serve some larger purpose. His truth became a lie for survival, which explains why he could only confess to Lina, and could only leave the waystation by dying. From this perspective, the waystation becomes a space where moral choices exist in relation, not as judgment, but as witness to what it means to choose, and what a choice costs.
To say, as one reviewer does, that this story is about the relationship between a father and daughter, would limit its scope. It provokes thought about truth, memory, censorship, time, and history, to name a few.
Here are some quotes, more or less from my memory:
* Knowledge could make a person lonely, bereft of landmarks.
* I want the sky for paper and the sea as ink (a poem with unclear origins)
* All humans are a piece of time.
* The only way to remember is to forget, and then later recreate it again. (think re-member)
* Life is fated to be left behind.
* Finding Don Quixote, Spinoza marvels paying a small price for the disproportionate joy he feels when leaving the book shop. (the way I feel after finding literary treasures in second-hand shops or rummage sales)
* If we're moving in space together along a continuum, it seems like we are still. (the point of reference may be different while the destination is the same)