I like this one - especially after digging it out near Christmas, and devouring it all over again. It's a convulsing porridge of strange and delightfully blurry ideas. It's also a Doctor Who novel by Lawrence Miles - so, some of the basics: we get dropped into a mess right away and it's difficult to say, ever, even with later explanations, what caused any and all effects; some things that most seem like they should connect up, out of all the swirling confusion, end up not connecting (or, I didn't wring out the quick sentence or paragraph that mad sense of why this all had to happen in one book); finally, the wrap-up goes beyond even the Doctor's normal routine of metaphorically saving the universe by pulling a funny hat out of a rabbit-punch. Then again, this is the Seventh Doctor, and if there's a Doctor who can pull a bottle out of lightning, thus soothing the lightning's long suffering and persuading the lightning to chase all bad things away, for a while...this is that Doctor.
Of course, any time the universe is disintegrating, or falling to pieces or whatever, there's that much more freedom to write SF that is exceptionally discombobulating or even non-linear. I should say that although the symptoms are the same, the universe isn't technically unraveling - it's more like a suppressed/abandoned human (or even Gallifreyan) delight in Unreason, the supernatural, superstition, or silly imagination has finally led to a conscious but suppressed sentience of pure Unreason to start pulling apart the Logic and Reason of reality, starting in and around New York at Christmas, 1799.
Is the book feminist and male-bashing, or is it actually male chauvinist pig stuff? Logic, Reason, Science, Cold Hard Facts - is that all (mostly?) the domain of males? Meanwhile, do we take females as intuitive, "earthy", less process-oriented or coldly scientific? Do we buy that? If that's a theme underpinning the battle for a tolerable reality on display in this novel, is the offense against women for the suggestion that they are "irrational" compared to men? But then again, that's presented as a good thing; the male "logos" has dominated and suppressed any other way of looking at things for long enough - do we look at it like that? Okay, is the theme of the book insulting to men - cold oppressors, woman-haters due to perceived basic differences, rationality and logic as ruthless and male.
Back up, back up. This is not shoved in anyone's face throughout the book; rather, it's lurking in the background, occasionally lunging forward, as some very intriguing food for thought. It's fascinating to see this background noise fuel the heroes and villains, and victims, lining up against each other or getting caught in the middle, in a battle that will decide how rational the universe will be when the dust maybe turns pink, unsettles, and floats up to a new giant elephant in the sky (depending on who wins).
As far as my fanboy reasons for liking the book: the Seventh Doctor is at his escape-artist best here; I know how to pronounce 'Cwej' this time around; the visuals are a blast to imagine as if it were a TV show; I loved the Interface's origins, and the power of the amaranth gone amok; the Carnival Queen is wonderful, especially her ultimate attitude; it's all even more chaotic than usual, but that's okay.
Oh, and this time I knew who Charles Brockden Brown was - late 18th century American novelist, wrote that cool creepy book, Wieland. All hail re-reads when they pay off (and fuzzy logic as perhaps a cool compromise when it comes to kneading needed foundations of a just reality?).