This novel is a full textbook about how we can author a novel that will be mainstream and hit parade stuff in our post-COVID-19 Nation. You have it all in this big thrilling novel by Christopher Rice who is reaching some real style of his own in this story, and storytelling is essential in life. So, let’s wonder what the secrets are.
First of all, it has to push roots into some dramatic historical events, here Hitler and Nazism, particularly the fate of science in Hitler’s Germany. Science and technology there had never been as important as they were then since the whole future of the conquest of the world had to depend on science and technology, and it nearly succeeded. Of course, we all know the horror of it. The grandfather of the family at the center of this novel is a German scientist from this time, recuperated by the US to avoid his moving to the USSR. He was thus installed in the US with his wife and practiced medicine in some far away city in some far away state, and he was tolerated in his own research there, though everyone could not but have known he was going on with the research he started in Germany that actually was on the verge of success in 1945 and was successful in the 1950s in the US. Capturing the energy of the human spirit that survives the death of the body as some energy that can be captured and then used, though no one really knows what it can do. The whole book is the description of this domesticated energy used by the people who can capture it and integrate it into their own bodies. And the testing subjects who have to die to provide their vital energy are easy to find in the US where every year tens of thousands of people just disappear, some for snuff experiments of this very sort.
Second, you need to base and found your story on some deep belief – in fact, an absolute blind faith – that there is an afterlife and that for most people that afterlife is wasted since the energy that survives death is just not used for anything, is just released in the cosmos, is just buried deep six feet under. Can do better, my fellow Americans, and Christopher Rice builds a phenomenal crisscross fabric of such beliefs. The Buddhist belief that in Nibbana, or Nirvana, an Enlightened person loses his/her body and becomes pure cosmic energy that merges into the universe. The Christian belief in resurrection into eternal life. The scientific public rejection of what they yet would accept in private and in confession: life is energy, energy never gets lost, wasted, or destroyed because it just transforms itself into some new or other forms. The democratic symbolism that such energy has to be blue, of course, and it goes around calling its Hee-Haw cry of shame. When you bring all these faiths together you have the true American non-confessional and non-affiliated universal and completely de-sanctified, de-sacralized, and even de-dignified religion that covers all faiths and none, all beliefs and none, all spiritualities and none. American series are becoming the Bible, the Quran, and the Dhammapada, all merged together, of this homogenized desupernaturalized religion for whom God has become a symbol of the fear of death.
Third, you need a good share of the growing pains of children in a society of immature permissiveness. Growing is alienation, the alienation that comes from nonchalance and that produces indifference, especially indifference to differences because growing makes you blind to differences, blindness that rejects all different people into the wings of real life, into the ditch of the road. Growing is many losses, one after the other, the loss of purity, the loss of virginity, the loss of innocence. Growing is depravation, the depravation that comes along with instincts, impulses, and passions.
But fourth, you need a lot of the growing pains of adults in a society where the Intellectual Quotient is going down, day after day, year after year among the adults who spend more and more years in schools and yet are less and less educated. Adulthood is pushing aside and flushing down infancy, childhood, and teenage as an unreasonable and irrational search for pleasure. Adulthood is accepting compromise, accommodation, and complicity in all the daily crimes and injustices of this world. Adulthood is the obligation to become greedy for the “riches” of our neighbors, ambitious to crush all competitors, overbearing to the point of shooting first and not even asking questions after. That’s the price to pay to the Guardians of the Galaxy for those who can pay to go and survive on bailed probation.
All that is in this novel, and a lot more.
The main character Poe Huntley is gay, hence sacrificed, killed, dead, and departed in a plane that crashes, no one really knows why. The suspicious circumstances are in phase with this young man’s death. But he will be reborn at the very end. His energetic spirit, his spirit of pure energy will take over his own estranged father’s body – only the body, certainly not the spirit, the mind, or the culture. The father’s spirit is lost, hence wasted, in the end just cremated by the transfer of his son’s spirit into his body. No mercy for him, for this father. No compassion nor forgiveness from the son.
The main character Poe Huntley was (along with his sister) transformed from normal to super-altruistically self-centered and they both assume this contradiction. The brother into being gay and hating his father. The daughter into being totally locked up in herself, close to autism, the Asperger’s type of course because she has to be superior. That happened when they were both under ten, maybe even under eight because they invaded a zone that sheltered – if we can say so – the Nazi invention of their grandfather, the vital-energy capturing machine that was transformed by this ability into a perambulating supernatural devilish contraption that could invade living beings, at least its collected energy could. And Poe’s thus surreptitiously augmented spiritual reality gets liberated from his body when killed in the plane, and it finds refuge in the seat in which the body was sitting. Typical Hinduism or primitive Buddhism: he got reincarnated in a plane seat. And a certain Vernon Starnes raids the plane wreck and takes away the seat because it radiates some blue light, and this Vernon is invaded by this blue light, by this spirit of this Poe Huntley. Vernon Starnes will finally be able to satisfy his vengeance.
Vernon Starnes is “autistic” from birth (at least we assume he is that because it could be worse). He is raised by his single mother and his uncle (his mother’s brother) Johnny Starnes who tortures him and finally violently beats him up one morning and probably – it is not clear in the way the aggression is described – rapes him out of spite for the handicapped child who is – according to him Johnny Starnes, an alcoholic – unworthy to live in this world. This makes Vernon furious, but his mother takes him away and decides to live on her own. His mother dies one day, and Vernon decides to decorate her face with the colorful stones she collects in the mountain and sells to make a living. The Sheriff locks him up till the coroner declares the child innocent and the mother’s death a simple heart attack. During those three or four days, the uncle literally takes the mother’s body away, mum-napped her in a way, has it cremated, and he will never tell Vernon where she has been buried. Then he is banned from the city of Spurlock by his uncle and three barflies of his alcoholic mates. If that is not traumatic, what is?
But what’s left after all that thrilling, suspenseful horror? A settlement of all accounts.
Fathers are horrible. The grandfather was a Nazi scientist experimenting on Jews with the technology he was devising to capture the energy of life in human beings just before they die. One of his testing subjects was his own wife. The next one, a father, Abram Huntley, abandons his children, or at least one of his children after his divorce. One other father is inexistant, Vernon’s father, Vernon, a fatherless child. And on top of that Vernon’s uncle is a child torturer and a child rapist. I don’t seem to have seen an allusion to him being Vernon’s real incestuous father with Vernon’s mother and Johnny’s sister, but that would perfectly fit in the picture, in this family-scape. Fathers can only redeem themselves or be redeemed in vengeance by sacrificing themselves or being sacrificed, Abram Huntley accepts to give his own body to his son’s spirit, for him to get back to life. Johnny Vernon is killed in the most gruesome way by his own nephew, who might be his incestuous son.
What about mothers? Not much better. The grandmother was complacent to her Nazi husband since she was a Nazi too, at least by neutral support. Her sister plays the direct collaborator of the husband, her brother. The grandmother provided her husband with the possibility to test his invention on her several times, dying thus and being revived, several times mind you. She blinds herself in the end. Poe and Claire’s mother divorced her husband Abram Huntley, and they share the children. Poe goes with his father. Claire stays with her mother. Agatha Huntley lives as pure energy residing in a tree stump in an underground cellar. She is the aunt of the younger children, Poe and Claire. Agatha’s sister, Catherine Caldwell married Kyle Devlin in politics, a convenient marriage for the husband first and then the wife. To be in politics in the USA you need to be “normal,” hence married to a person of the other sex. Pete Buttigieg has not reached such a lost city in Montana or around.
Now, what bout children?
Destroyed Victims! Disrupted Victims! Deranged Victims! We have to invent a new Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome for them, a PTSS of children. They all have been PTSS-ed even if at the end the author tries to bring two of them all back to some kind of balance or equilibrium, though Poe finds it funny ah-ah and exciting to openly try to sexually tease the male doctors sent by the federal government to study his case: after all, he died in a crash plane and took over his father’s body, and his father plainly disappeared. Even, Sherlock Holmes would find that suspicious. And that’s our world. The future is “Rapture” in this novel. Nothing to compete with Ray Kurzweil’s singularity. Nothing to compete with Z Nation’s apocalypse and Black Rainbow. Nothing to compete with John’s Book of Revelation.
Thus, this book is a phenomenal flashback backlash. Back to the Past of Nazi science that is said to lead to no Future… of what? Blue-tinted salvation! A cyan-tinted revival! An indigo-tinted survival! Out of the blue, the blue rinse brigade running around like a blue-arsed fly, goes off into the blue, screaming about blue murder on the blue day Poe was reborn under a blue moon!
Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU