“There is more to death than the beyond”. The dead are back and they’re pissed off. Book 2 of Peter F. Hamilton’s shelf-breaking Night’s Dawn trilogy and it must count for something that after 2,000 pages I am already itching for more. “Alchemist” delivers on all the juicy ideas of “The Reality Dysfunction”, seeds tantalising new elements no doubt to be pursued in Book 3 and serves up huge wodges of crazy-mad SF action to boot. This is SF as pure Saturday night entertainment written by a writer who can actually write.
For all the page count and the ideas and the set pieces Hamilton has a very specific, writerly, gift: control. The main question I had after “Dysfunction” – apart from what is Hamilton on and where can I get some – was “what about all the famous people?” and the author clearly anticipated this. However it’s to his great credit that he doesn’t turn “Alchemist” into an episode of “Red Dwarf” and go bananas with armies of the World’s Famous. To do so would be to totally bugger the exceptionally fine balancing act this novel achieves by asking the reader to go with some pretty rum concepts while maintaining suspension of disbelief and actual stakes. Hamilton certainly delivers on figures from history becoming corporeal once again but correctly illustrates that actual famous people – or notorious, in one case – are a vanishingly small percentage of the sum of all dead. So the ones who do become key players in “Alchemist” are carefully chosen; if, for instance, you’re up for Al Capone getting his hands on anti-matter and creating interstellar havoc come on in, the water is warm. Now, I know some poor deluded fools will airily dismiss this sort of stuff as hokum and other reviewers have certainly observed you need to “go with it” at certain stages of this novel but if you do so Hamilton works his socks off to to return the favour. My God, does he. The last five chapters or so of “Alchemist” are bravura, star-destroying, space opera.
Narratively “Alchemist” whips between multiple POVs while unleashing some real action scene corkers; the pursuit of multiple parties after Dr Alkad Mzu in the final chapters is rip-roaring stuff, the author figuratively handing the reader an enormous slice of cake for accompanying him through 1,000 pages of prose. Much of the story involves combating the implacable spread of the possessed – that’s living people acting as hosts for dead souls returning from the Beyond – across multiple worlds and the various factions that arise. Add to the mix religious nutball Quinn who stumbles upon a new flavour of possessed, a youth cult called the Deadnights, Joshua Calvert proving his metal but making a stupid mistake at a crucial moment, the pathetic Gerald Skibbow desperately trying to return to his daughter, red mists enveloping planets and taking them out of the Universe and Al Capone shacking up with a blatant Madonna proxy and tinkering with the trajectory of “ironbergs”. Sure, some characters disappear for hundreds of pages and note-taking helped me keep track of who was who but, by God, you’re never bored. Also, it’s a virtue that while I put “Alchemist” aside every five hundred pages or so for a restorative detour I had no difficulty orientating myself on my return.
Niggles? Minor. Jezzibelle seems to know a lot about anti-matter for a popstar. One of Capone’s gang comes back from 75 years in the Beyond but is still able to confidently hack modern electronics. Bonney changes herself into a bird late in her pursuit of Dariat and Tatiana, something she should have done beforehand. But whatever. There are also numerous elements I’m looking forward to seeing resolved in part 3 of this banquet. What’s with the “ghosts”? Who were those two guys who strongly hinted they’ve been watching events for a good few hundred years? When the hell are the Kiint going to explain everything and, of course, the cliff-hanger, delivered in the final line. It’s going to be a few months before I take a deep breath and plunge into “The Naked God” but I remain delighted to have discovered Hamilton’s work, a writer who seems to have been put on Planet Earth with the specific goal of thrilling the heck out of me. “I’m launching the biggest heist there’s ever been in all of history.”