Ever since my partner got a new library job four months ago, he brings home stacks books he thinks I'll like several times a week. Sometimes the selection is slightly biased by his own preferences, which means that I've read more science fiction in the past four months than I think I've read in the whole rest of my life. But the main characteristic the books have in common is that they are typically children's or young adult mysteries from the 1970s, 80s, or 90s, which he knows I love to read and think about.
A few weeks ago my partner came home with William Sleator's The Duplicate. I started reading it a few days ago, and I was quickly drawn into the story of a teenage boy who clones himself so his clone can do his chores for him--I KNOW, right? We've all read that story before. And obviously, problems ensue as it turns out the clone has thoughts and desires of his own. But as I continued reading, I couldn't believe how well-done the story was. Just about every page, I had to newly consider: Who is telling the truth? How would an individual get along with his duplicate? Are the problems arising for the protagonist simple misunderstandings, or is something more sinister going on? How well does a person know his own self?
The book was so good that for the first 90 or so pages I almost couldn't deal with the mental dissonance. I had been expecting a typical 1980s middle grade sci-fi novel, and, I swear, the first half of The Duplicate almost reads like Kafka. It's really, really good!
As the book goes on, it continues to be good, suspenseful, and creepy, though the story bogs down a little towards the end as Sleator tries to position the tale for resolution. Overall, Sleator's technical writing skills, story pacing, characterization, and setting are quite solid. My main complaint about the book involves a scene near the end, when--small spoiler--the protagonist waits for a needlessly long time before interceding to stop a date rape situation which could have easily been stopped, and the book fails to indicate that there's anything at all problematic about the boy enabling date rape. I can't imagine, even in 1988, that that scene wasn't problematic, and I don't know what kind of message Sleator thought he was sending to teenagers by writing it. I don't even think that scene would be published today, as it is written in the book. It's the kind of thing that nearly spoils a whole story, you know?
So, to sum up--I was very impressed by The Duplicate's sci-fi thriller aspects, but irritated by the author's apparent lack of critical thoughts about portraying date rape situations. And if I ever come across a device with the words Spee-Dee-Dupe printed on it washed up on the beach, I'm going to hack it apart with an axe.