| Contraband | |||||
| George Foy | |||||
| Bantam Spectra, 439 pages | |||||
| A review by Victoria Strauss
When Marak's plane is shot down by BON aircraft, he tries to start
over in the Trade, this time with a speedboat. But BON is waiting
for him again -- and when he manages to make his way back to his New
York City apartment, he finds BON there too. Homeless, deprived of
his livelihood, he and two friends decide to try to find Forrest
Hawkley Stanhope, the semi-mythical author of the smugglers'
all-purpose reference source, The Freetrader's Almanac and
Cookbook. Hawkley knows more than anyone about the Trade and
the law enforcement outfits that try to regulate it; if anyone can
outwit Bokon Taylay, he can. He may, in fact, already have done
so: his smuggling groups are the only ones that aren't getting
caught. The only problem: no one in the world knows exactly where
Hawkley is.
I had a tough time getting into Contraband. The first
chapters are all over the place, hopping from location to location
and scene to scene in a way that certainly establishes atmosphere,
but doesn't add up to an especially focused story. They're written
in a sometimes florid literary style, with long, off-putting
passages of thrillerish techno-jargon. Foy doesn't use his hero's
name, calling Marak "the pilot" throughout, an affectation I found
irritating. Perhaps it's intended to convey universality -- Marak
isn't just Marak, but Everysmuggler, a composite of all the little
guys who struggle for life and freedom under the crushing weight of
the giant corporations and government regulators -- but to me it just
seemed artificial, and reinforced the sense of distance I got from
the first part of the book.
But as many times as I put the book down, I picked it up again -- and
I'm glad I did, because around page 100, everything falls into
place. The plot acquires momentum, even urgency; the writing
loses its digressive quality, becoming taut and focused and at
times, quite beautiful. Contraband turns into a road story,
or perhaps a quest story, propelling its protagonists from the
anarchic decay of New York City, to the mall-bound barrens of an
Indiana suburb, to the shabby but hip cafes of Germany, to the
strife-wracked mountains of Afghanistan, and at last into a Joseph
Conrad-like heart of darkness, where the high-tech world that was
the journey's starting point is only a rumor. Along the way the
characters (especially the pseudo-nameless pilot) acquire depth and
definition, struggling not just with the difficulties of search and
flight, but with the dynamics of love, loss, and disillusion.
Beneath the quest for Hawkley, each is engaged in a personal quest,
which the journey shatters and fulfills in various ways.
Foy uses standard cyberpunk elements -- plague, weird technology,
urban decay -- but he combines them in idiosyncratic ways and gives
them a sharp edge of satire. Commercials hawk earwax deodorant;
graves are equipped with video so the dead don't miss their
favorite shows; people suffer from TeleDysFunction, a serotonin
imbalance triggered by overexposure to electronic media, which has
as its main symptom an obsession with bad TV. I did have a bit of
trouble accepting Foy's timeline: in a world so altered from our
own, it seems odd that there should be living characters who were
active participants in the 60s counterculture. But this is a
minor quibble.
I began this book a skeptic, and finished it a convert.
Contraband is a fine novel by a talented author, and I
definitely plan to read anything else Foy comes up with.
Victoria Strauss is a novelist, and a lifelong reader of fantasy and science fiction. Her most recent fantasy novel, The Arm of the Stone, is currently available from Avon Eos. For an excerpt, visit her website. |
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