“A leaf contains a life / Paths form in wilderness / Two roads in sleep, and yet / I rouse to many / Balance is an unheard rhythm / Awakening occurs beyond time / We continue to live / In undying separate illusions.”
Preamble: A debut that a spins a yarn about a boy and a girl, deep from the author's vivid and lush imagination, wherein they eventually warp the plot to fit their romantic struggles. Amazingly written.
Floating cities in which the remnants of humanity now reside, within a turbulent, lush, cataclysmic and a devastatingly eco-weathering system of a planet; but also, a beautiful planet and universe worth sacrificing everything you hold dear to.
Synopsis: In a stratified society (smacking of a post-cataclysmic event thousands of years from the current timeline...), with hints of the Hindu caste system, we follow the POV of two characters, who are also partners and in conflict about their world views.
The human elements that have survived thus far have done so in separate floating cities that utilize special people, called Architects. These are the people that harness some unknown energy, to enter an infinite multiversal quantum realm which can detect consciousness as points of a monad within the hyperdimensional space, and even to shape an ever-changing tapestry of a city filled with sentient plants, floating among the cities in the midst of clouds, in a jungle wide planet full of night terrors and earth shattering tectonic plate movements.
Iravan, is one such Architect, and his wife, Ahilya, is "just" a mere Archeologist with very little societal value but brilliant nevertheless. The novel starts with a terrifying expedition of hers to the land below, that uses a lull in the deadly earthrages that constantly envelope huge sections of land, and things quickly get out of hand hinting that the knowledge, myth and lore of their people have severe holes in it and something primal has begun to interfere with their thousand year old civilization.
“Rages, Bha, of course I love her. I love her more than I can handle.”
“Then why is it so hard for you to be with her?”
It’s because you’ve taken away my choice, Iravan thought. That, in the end, was why he had stayed away from Ahilya for seven months. He’d been angry with her, yes, but it was more than simply that—it was a rebellion of his feelings, precipitated by the uncertainty of knowing whether his entire marriage had been a sham in the service of material bonds, or if he and Ahilya had only lost their way together.
The need to preserve the bonds itched at him, like shackles around his neck. Questioning the bonds was unconscionable—they were the oldest architectural tradition. Yet as the two roads opened behind his brows, he knew the one that led away from Ahilya led to freedom, to clarity, to the discovery of the Resonance and all that lay unanswered.
He could never tell any of this to Bharavi.
Friends though they were, she still held a vote in the council. In rebelling against material bonds, Iravan would fail a condition of Ecstasy immediately.
Bharavi reached low and gripped his arm. “What is the problem, Iravan?” she persisted. “This isn’t a rhetorical question.”
“This farce—it isn’t easy, all right?” he deflected.
“If you love her as much as you say, then where is the farce?”
“Loyalty is precious to Ahilya, and she’ll stand by those who are hers through a hundred earthrages, even at the expense of everything else. You saw what she was like after Oam.”
“And that’s terrible because?”
“Because I can never measure up! Because I can never love her how she wants to be loved.”
“Why in rages not, Iravan?"
“Oh, I don’t know,” he said scathingly. “Maybe it’s because I must keep so many raging secrets from her all the time.”
Thoughts: We begin with the slow exposition of our characters, hints of the plot and a refreshing, complex and unique world-building that introduces a combination of own-world structuring and lore unlike most of the regular fantasy I've read. Brings to mind the beautiful Dreamblood duology by N.K. Jemisin.
It starts a bit slow where the initial chapters (all a bit longer than usual) were slowly setting the scene and introducing our characters and universe without massive info-dumping (which is what I often personally prefer, like getting lost in your own thoughts). After that, all sorts of philosophical, romantic, mystical and dramatic mishaps break lose after the hundredth page.
"What are you doing?” Oam squeaked. “Why are we just waiting here?”
Iravan tried again. In his first vision, he saw himself as Oam and Ahilya did, feet dug into the crisscross of the nest, fists gripping branches, head bent in exhaustion. His skin glowed blindingly as trajection tattoos articulated themselves in complex fractals.
In his second vision, he approached the magnaroot star, wielding his constellation lines like a hundred whips, hunting for an opening to latch them.
The star anticipated him before he could decide his move. It expanded in his second vision, crashing into his mind, leaving him no time even to gasp.
His Two Visions merged.
At that instant, Iravan felt true terror.
His skin began to crack and bleed. Spines grew on his back, in his neck, through his eyes. He opened his mouth, but only dust blew out, tiny gray-white seedlings rushing out of him. His gums rotted, spikes under his nails, twigs yanking his hair, and he thought, Yes, good, rip, bleed, die, seed, survive. He recognized a tiny battering interference—his own—as his trajecting dust mote tried to stop from ripping his plant self apart. He smiled through bloody teeth and pressed the pain deeper into himself. The agony was beautiful; he wept in its rapture—
Iravan blinked.
He wrenched himself free, tearing through the grip of the magnaroot. He scrambled away from the star in panic."
This book incorporates a wonderful blend of Hindu philosophy and mysticism, Sci-fi and Fantasy smashed into a flattering and poetic prose. It's got sentient jungles (I mean that's just awesomely gob-smacking; Sue Burke has a duology starting with "Semiosis", an excellent excellent read too!). Then its also got an unapologetic panpyschic (from the philosophical theory of panpsychism) view about consciousness.
A book about where our sense of self (I do prefer the term, 'soul', sometimes) separates/merges and becomes undistinguishable, inseparable even, from the concept of our "I", "me", "you", "us", and also nature as with the ancient dryad religion of Dionysus.
She then combines all these thought provoking concepts with unique speculations that leaves us remembering our racial memories and our innate biases towards our perceptions of reality as well as what the species is capable of doing by just imagining, thinking, being, living...dying and transmogrifying. Changing...
End Notes: An absolute must read; it's grim, dark and marvelously violent.
The author goes above and beyond in the way of a unique own-world structuring; vivid and fantasmagoric, thereby, building a world which is rife with danger. A planet that only seems like hell when one views it from without rather than within; that inner realm where we all share our reality as mathematical probabilities full of infinite potential.
It also asks us to think about Gaia, animals, non-living autonomous cellular automata and even living beings without a signature of consciousness like dead leaves...“A leaf contains a life / Paths form in wilderness / Two roads in sleep, and yet / I rouse to many / Balance is an unheard rhythm / Awakening occurs beyond time / We continue to live / In undying separate illusions.”
I might not have totally enjoyed the main characters' relationship dynamic (lots of unnecessary bickering!) and its portrayal (including the page count dedicated to that) but at least it was well written.
I absolutely highly recommend this one for enthusiasts looking for their next fix and dose of that good 'ol literary drama, dreams, entertainment, fantasy and food for thought.
P.S
I just finished the final book in the trilogy full steam ahead!
Read I: 2022;
Read II: 2024;
Read III: 2025.