A five-star novel when it comes to its ideas and their disorientating nuances, but nearly a two-star novel when it comes to its abbreviated characterizations and the cloying love-triangle melodrama. In a long while, I haven't been torn into two clear directions with one novel. As brilliant as it is frustrating, Priest is becoming my new favorites despite this colorful misfire.
In modern-day southwest England, The Wessex Foundation carries on a secret experiment where the 39 test-subjects are transported 150 years into a future southwest England, which has now become an island after severe earthquakes, and to boot, a holiday seaside resort where even surfing has become a thing (not too mention England is now under majority Soviet rule). But the trustees of the group are curiously cautious as to what's going on behind closed gates and send in one of their young guns, a corporate shark and handsome slickster, Paul Mason. Now this bloke has a tender spot for one of the scientists, a Julia Stratton. And he's a maguffin alright, only present to remind our heroine Julia that she still has a 'thing' for him and to provide a threat that will not only jeopardize the program, but the dual existences of Julia and her one true love (contained in the dreamfuture of Wessex), David Harkman.
Deeply rich idea-building, but where Christopher Priest fails is with his characters. They people Priest's fantastic world of dual mirrored selves, past & present, with a one-dimensional grace that becomes nearly bawdy. Not to say Priest doesn't illuminate his cast, he does in doses (when they're analyzing the realities/fantasies, not in conversation), but by the anti-climax, this reader here felt cheated a bit. All the action is overwrought dialogue, and what little movement there is, it's dedicated to people opening and shutting dream canisters in the laboratory to see if the inhabitants have disappeared. It's the equivalent of having an action movie end with the heroes and villains opening multiple fridges to check what's leftover. Still, a fine and concise novel, and important to Priest's CV and his transition to more quietly menacing novels about identity and despair...Affirmation, Glamour).
For fans of UK SF, especially in the mold of J.G. Ballard and D.G. Compton). Despite its polarizing review, I'll never see mirrors the same way ever again.