Avoiding one pitfall, it slips into another--without, to be fair, ever sacrificing its narrative drive.
Greg Hrbek's "Not on Fire, But Burning," starts in San Francisco, where college student Skyler Wakefield is watching the child of a (presumably) very rich family--when some thing (meteor, bomb, UFO?) brings down the Golden Gate, an act that is meant to be a stand-in for the terrorism of 9-11. (It happens on 8-11, the twin towers of the bridge are mentioned). Skyler struggles through a city on flames to get her charge to a hospital while a poisonous rain falls on her. She succeeds, then continues trudging, no obvious way to get home since her family home is on the other side of the bridge . . .
The book then switches, leaving San Francisco and Skyler behind, at least at first. It's a disorienting switch, as we move to her family, who itself has moved to the Northeast, and aged. The brother who was three is now twelve. His name is Dorian, and he becomes the focus. But that's not the disorienting part. The disorientation comes because it was unclear when this section was set and, really, where.
The United States is no longer divided into states, but rather territories and colonies. Global Warming has become obvious. There are different drugs on the street, different slang, different cars. But people are still using smart phones. Muslims (mostly) have been herded onto reservations in the mountainous West: Montana, the Dakotas, Wyoming. It is unclear, though, if this was because of 8-11 of something else.
At first, as I tried to sort this out, I thought of Justin Cronin's "The Passage," where the derivative but fabulously narrated first section--the discovery of the thing that would change all of human history--is followed by a jump into The Future(TM), where every New Thing is reified. It soon became clear, though, as Hrbek became less stingy with the dates, that this wasn't The Future(TM) but an alternate reality. And at first that was actually a relief. The problem with writing about the near to mid-distance future is the reader is forced to imagine how we got from one place to the next--how did all cars become electric and new designer drugs emerge, while smart phones and social media remain the same? By jumping to a world that is like outs but different, Hrbek obviated that problem.
But he created others.
As we follow Dorian, we also follow another character, to a lesser extent, his foil, Kerim, a Muslim adopted from the reservation by a veteran of the Three Gulf Wars who is haunted (of course): he did terrible things there and is trying to make amends. Dorian is well-known as an Islamaphobe in his town--to the horror of his mother and the small Muslim community there, to the bemusement of his brother and father, and to the glee of (most of) his friends and neighbors. The story brings Kerim and Dorian together; they fight, and they almost get past there differences.
But each is also embedded in a wider world, and worked on by opposing forces that encourage them toward violence: Kerim is the student of a radical sheik who wants him to commit a suicide bombing. Dorian is recruited by an anti-Islamic hate group. The story follows as they try to negotiate their way out of these networks of violence, ultimately failing, but redeeming themselves nonetheless--spoiler!--Kerim by blowing himself up so as to only kill other terrorists, Dorian by refusing to shoot an innocent Muslim, but his captor instead.
Meanwhile, the idea of Skyler persists. Dorian is sure that she was real, and that her family somehow erased her presence after she died in San Francisco. Her parents and brother have no memory of her. Then, at Dorian's prompting, her father finds a small photographic suggestion of her existence, which soon puts him into connection with her in a séance-like way. (Maybe it's just his own imagination.) Then, the narrative voice starts inserting itself.
The narrative voice to this point has been difficult to get a hold of. We dip into and out of man character's consciousness--sometimes from paragraph to paragraph--but wha they think is told not with their words, but the narrator's. Which is confusing. Because it makes Dorian and Kerim seem way too perspicacious for twelve year olds, especially since some of their insights acute, and some badly naive. And the contrast between the thoughts--as expressed by the narrator--and the way they talk is striking. so much so it feels as though we never know the characters.
The voice starts droning about infinite universes, and grids, and events that are constant or variable across these different universes. So in some universes--some timelines--Skyler actually exists. In others, though, she doesn't: she was aborted because her mother was selfish, having affairs with two men, and worried that since she didn't know the paternity she shouldn't give birth. (Really, Hrbek's writing of Dorian's mother is embarrassing: she is the cause of so much of the family's suffering, haunted herself by this abortion (of course), so much so that she has to keep herself stoned, ignoring the needs of her children then existent. There's hints that she is depressed but even this is seen not as a medical condition but self-indulgence.)
This whole move into the theory of infinite universes, and the omnipotent narrator, creates so many problems. If indeed there are an infinite number, there should be no constants across them; no cases--as the voice says--in which a "majority" of the timelines have one event. (What's the majority of infinity?) And it vitiates the whole theme of the book, about making the best choices one can in situations. There are a couple of occasions--when Dorian kisses a Muslim girl, when Dorian and Kerim almost become friends--that events almost rearrange themselves. But if there are an infinite number of universes, there must be occasions when those events do arrange themselves. And the choices that Kerim and Dorian make at the end are neither heroic nor tragic. They just are. One of an infinite number of possibilities--all of them being enacted somewhere, and so none of any particular meaning.
Indeed, meaning, as it has now been re-conceived, is meaning_less_. The book--the narrative voice--has many things that are Symbolic(TM), chief among them the 17 year cicadas that have emerged this summer. They burn but do not catch fire--like the thing that destroyed the Golden Gate, like the emotions that animate so many of the characters. They are witnesses to everything, even have voices--but cannot be understood--like the bird chorus in Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse 5. They represent a different version of time, cyclical, but also with large gaps in their memories. They carry a lot of weight. But in an infinite set of universes, they are only sometimes witnesses. Sometimes they emerge this summer, sometimes they do not. Sometimes there are no such things as cicadas at all.
But ok, set that all aside. The infinite number of universes aren't really infinite. There are just a lot of them. Let's rescue meaning. Even with this, I could not stop thinking of Charlie Kaufman, "Adaptation," and The New Yorker.
In that movie and in real life Charlie Kaufman (fictional and real) met with the story doctor Robert Mckee. The story was told in a New Yorker article about McKee, how Mckee solved some of Kaufman's narrative problems and even agreed to be represented in the movie. (It's a greta article.) At one point, McKee is talking to a scriptwriter who is trying to tell a story about a post-Nazi cult, but cannot get his hands on what the story is. He considers putting a woman in jeopardy t get the story going. Mckee yells at him:
“That film’s been done, and it’s called ‘Missing,’ ” McKee said. “Why do a woman-in-jeopardy story? You’ve got an organization in cahoots with the Chilean government, in cahoots with the United States government, which has caused the death of thousands—torture, suffering, etc.—and as a result we’ve got a woman in jeopardy? It’s like hiring an elephant to pull a little red wagon. I can tell you a woman-in-jeopardy story: she gets a flat tire in the middle of the night, some guy offers her a lift.”
Which is exactly the problem with this book. The story inside is about two boys from different cultures, one Muslim, one who hates Muslims (he thinks), and how they get on. It's a trite story with obvious morals. But then Hrbek drags in this huge apparatus--alternate universes!, dissappearing presences!--to tell it. None of which add much. Kerim and Dorian's story could have been told just as easily as a standard refugee story--or invading army story. The creation of an alternate universe demanded a story that could only be told in that universe. But we get none of that. So, it's confusion--and the invention of a God to act as narrator--for no obvious pay off.
And yet, the book cannot be dismissed entirely. If one sets aside the issue of the alternate universes and the meaninglessness they inspire, then the story has a narrative drive that keeps the reader engaged, trying to figure out how the two boys will act to take as much control as the can in their very different networks of violence.
It's a hint of an alternate universe, one in which this book was much more modest, and also much more meaningful.