"For want of a voice, he made a voice, and he spoke to himself in the emptiness, the only voice in the silence. “My name is… my name is… my name is… my name is… my name is… nothing. My name is No Thing. Nigh Thing. Nything. Night Thing. Night Quick? My name is Night Quest. Nye Quest? My name is Nyquist. Yes. Yes! Nyquist. Yes.” So, he had a name."
John Nyquist has taken a job in the city of Delirium, which instantly sounds like a looovely place. A city of borders, in every conceivable meaning of the word. You can barely take a step without crossing some border or other, or hitting a border you have to first request to be allowed to cross:
"Nyquist had been asked to take on cases in Delirium before today, but he had always turned them down. The city’s reputation was terrible, with rumours of people getting lost forever, or even worse, getting found in the wrong place at the wrong time of day, or getting left behind, or pushed ahead, trapped in tiny spaces, in silent rooms, or walking the streets at night aimlessly, seeking a doorway, an entrance, a port or gate, a border to cross, just any goddamn way to escape the place! It was easy to be caught here forever, for the rest of your life."
So Nyquist and his young assistant, Teddy, find themselves in the employ of destitute rockstar Vince Craven. Craven used to be enchanted with a glamorous 'self', which has the name Oberon. Oberon used to be attached to Craven, and it was what gave him his rockstar charisma. Someone seems to have stolen Oberon, and it's up to Nyquist and Teddy to find it back.
"Nyquist looked past the maid, down the long hallway of the house. He couldn’t make out the exact depth; the corridor was in constant trembling motion and seemed to have no definite end. There was a sudden flicker and a doorway appeared in a wall, or at least he noticed it for the first time. The effect was unnerving."
What follows is the kind of mindbending adventure we've come to expect from Jeff Noon. Not only is there the reality warping effects of the countless borders in the city, there are enchanters who are almost impossible to find. There is a place where everyone gets to speak to the fictional character that has nestled inside their heads.
It's a lot, but it works. The book isn't as impactful for me as Creeping Jenny was, that feels like a more rounded, satisfying story. Still, Noon loves himself some literary psychedelica (and I love to read it) in most of his books, but here he takes it to another level.
"Waxwane spoke to him with many noises, many of them human in origin, some of them sounding like animals: chittering, hissing, howling, weeping, cries of ecstasy, the gnashing of teeth; bellowing and susurration and the sound of lips smacking together, grunts and guffaws, and a constant undercurrent of whispering, whispering…"
I'm left with the question whether John Nyquist will return. I certainly hope so. This series remains unique.
(Thanks to Angry Robot for providing me with an ARC through Edelweiss)