The Universe in Miniature in Miniature
A uniquely covered book with a large print of the word "universe" on its cover has caught my attention in Fully Booked. It was in the pile of the new releases, covered in plastic. Tricky, I can’t smell the book hence I have to rely on: 1) the cover design; 2) the blurb; and 3) gut feelings.
I waited for a month before I finally decided to remove the book from its packaging. The inspection was a fascinating experience. For starters, the book has a unique shape, for a paper back, it was more of a square than a rectangle. Its cover opens like a dust jacket, except it is not detachable and this feature is because, lastly, the book can turn into a planetarium . Well, its design had different planets with dotted edges to make it easier for the book owner to cut it out and hang the book along with its cut-out planets in the ceiling. Well, it's not my idea to do so, it was a deal the author wrote (along with the enumerated directions) on the inside back cover. If I did not like the book, I could turn it into a hanging fixture. Brilliant. I wonder if Somerville is utilitarian or a fan of Captain Planet. Maybe he was confident with this book or just plainly wacky and insane to come out ways to have his book any use other than a reading material. I could be weird (in some occasions) but not weird enough to hang a book in my ceiling. But like I normally do, I smell the book. Lo and behold, not a thousand streams of ink/hands/pressed paper/glue came across my olfactory nerve. The book's smell reminded me of embalmed cadavers I dissected back in medschool. For a time, I though Somerville was pressing small creatures (aliens maybe) in between the pages of the book that would serve as bookmarks. Well, it was not the case although, a part of me is wishing it was. I can't help imagining myself owning an unlimited edition bookmark. A far cry from the usual silverfish that lives in between the pages of my old(er) books. But embalming fluid stings my sense of smell, I have to wait for a few more weeks before I totally air out the smell so that I could enjoy the words. And when I did get to read it, again, I said brilliant, just the right sci-fi boost I need.
The machine of understanding another being. What would you do if someone invented something like this and entrusted it to you? Would wars actually be stopped by such a machine (knowing that wars root from misunderstandings)? And if I understood the mind of a psychopath, a killer, does that make his crimes lesser? What if you were given enough riches but you have to make a thesis on creating world peace but on the process have some big organization out there to kill you, would you accept it? Would you also enroll if you knew there is a university built solely to back such a theory of world peace. It meant no classrooms, no exams, just projects deemed relevant by the advisers to the theory. What if one of the projects involved watching your family on hidden CCTV, documenting everything for the sake of the theory, would you still agree? What if I told you it does exist and is happening right now, would you believe me? And , what if a group of scientists claimed to have a cure for baldness but are on an experimental phase, the off set may lead you turning into a monster. Would you risk your life just to restore your once proud crowning glory? What if there is really an Agent 007 but has his share of domestic problems, one that involves marital issues on top of his boss's persuasion for him to do a mission that could stop the world from changing, which do you think would he prioritize?
Somerville thought about this and wants his readers to think about it. It is a collection of short stories connected not obviously but implied magnificently. Like the story that tackled the boy's perspective on dying, another story that speaks of a mother's grief over her son's death by stabbing. And there's one that told the story from the point of a bystander. Each embedded in a stand alone short story. This book is not mainstream. It talked about the inner space. The realms beyond the senses, beyond the conscious and the conscience. It tasted American, the jokes and antics were Semi Fringe, half Frasier. There were influences of Kubrick somewhere. The stories in this collection were new to me, a delight for my senses. For whatever its worth, this book deserves to be more than a cut out hanging fixture but a book commendable for those willing to try something new.