I'll start by saying that I read a lot of literary post-apocalyptic novels. Riddley Walker, Oryx and Crake, The Book of Dave, and A Canticle for Leibowitz are some of my favorites. Not only does Itsuki take the torch from these classics, I'd honestly rank it up there with all of them as well. This is now one of my favorite novels in the genre. The fact that this is a debut is absolutely astounding to me, and you get the feeling that MacDonald is only getting started.
The novel is told in alternating storylines, switching between a past-tense Japan-set countdown to Zero, an apocalyptic event that decimates most human life on the planet, and a present-tense trek through post-human British Columbia. These storylines differ enough early on to keep you constantly intrigued and invested, and as they converged and eventually collided, I found myself in awe of the storytelling. This alternation brought to mind Murakami’s Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, but make no mistake: Itsuki is very thoroughly its own story. I’ve never read another book like it, and I doubt I will again. I make these comparisons only to give an idea of the mastery of form at work here.
There’s a staggering, prophetic element to Itsuki that’s very much the elephant in the room for anyone reading this in 2020. Without giving away too much, I often found myself in shock to see just how closely events of the novel were lining up with reality--not just in the world at large, but in my own life. I identified so much with Michael (and Brook), that every small and large victory was hard-fought and celebrated, every defeat utterly heart-wrenching. MacDonald doesn’t shy away from dark subject matter, either. True to the genre, the darkness and brutality of human existence is on full display here, but the book is ultimately life-affirming, sweet, tender, and utterly moving in a way that otherwise great post-apocalyptic fiction is rarely able to achieve. This is a book about ideas and feelings, and neither is sacrificed for the other, which is difficult for even seasoned veterans to achieve, let alone debut authors. It can’t be overstated just how massive of an achievement this novel is, in nearly every aspect of form and structure.
One of the ways MacDonald guides his readers through difficult content is through unceasingly gorgeous prose. I found myself marveling at clever turns of phrase and arresting visual description, and I felt I was there in Kamikigawa with its leaf-shedding zelkovas, or gutted British Columbia with its unending hills and nighttime aurorae that hypnotize beyond simple natural beauty. And then, as the story goes on and the connections between the two storylines emerge, as Michael wrestles with revenge and redemption, and Brook tries to remember his humanity, what he was like before Zero, I found myself in tears. This prose is not a simple flourish, either. Every single moment builds on what came before, a perfect chain of causality where everything is paid off by the end and not a single sentence is wasted.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Itsuki when I finished it. Like all great novels, it keeps you turning over the events, the themes, the connections to your own life. It had me examining myself all along the way, what I would do, how I'd react to all of this, how I'd try to survive. In my opinion, that's one of the best things about this genre, and MacDonald nailed it here. I can’t recommend this book enough, and I can’t wait to see what he does next. I’m an instant fan.