Pasquale's Angel | |||||||||
Paul J. McAuley | |||||||||
Victor Gollancz/Millennium, 384 pages | |||||||||
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A review by Jean-Louis Trudel
In an alternate world 16th-century Florence, the inventions of the Great Engineer -- Leonardo da Vinci himself -- have wrought an industrial revolution centuries before its time. Young Pasquale is an artist
and craftsman in a world less and less admiring of the traditional style of paintings.
When the famous Raphael comes to town, a minor incident drives Pasquale to contact Florence's most infamous
muckraker and man-about-town, the journalist Niccolò Machiavegli. Just as the young artist is completing
an engraving of the confrontation he witnessed, Machiavegli is informed of a murder involving Raphael's
household... and Pasquale is swept up in Machiavegli's own investigation.
Pasquale is an unlikely hero, but he is resourceful and more courageous than even he might have
guessed. Circumstances lead both Machiavegli and Pasquale deep into the machinations of the Florentine
Republic's friends and enemies.
While Pasquale's world is falling around him, as the Great Engineer unveils the ominous art of photography,
he remains driven by artistic ambition -- to capture on canvas the image of an angel -- and by personal
hopes. This allow him to face the terrors of the Inquisition, the anarchy of a proletarian riot, and the
dark arts of a Renaissance magus. McAuley has a few plot twists in reserve, enough to keep the reader
guessing until the end.
Indeed, McAuley satisfies deftly the expectations he sets up. From the first, the reader looks forward to
Pasquale's meeting with the Great Engineer, a remote figure closeted in a tower looming over Florence, but
the encounter is long delayed. When it comes, it is not without its share of surprises.
The novel ends with a flurry of action, though the climactic scenes don't quite match the tempo and
inventiveness of the preceding chapters. And I was slightly puzzled with Pasquale's final choice. The
circumstances do not seem compelling enough, and it did not seem to be a course of action uppermost in his
mind, at any point in the book. But it allows him to ponder his adventures, his memories already fading
yet shaping in him a new conception of reality...
Pasquale's Angel is a fascinating romp through a transformed Florence. Its strength is often in the
details mastered by the author, from Machiavegli's turns as a Renaissance Sherlock Holmes to the cameo by a
Polish cleric known as Koppernigk...
Of course, we may doubt the likelihood of an industrial revolution in Florence, even with the helping hand of
a genius like Leonardo da Vinci. Its speed and suddenness is quite fantastic. The accumulation of entirely
different inventions is no less amazing, starting with a steam engine able to power ships and lorries, and
culminating with photography and flight. Historical scholarship has shown that medieval engineers were playing
with a common set of advanced technological ideas. However, the notion of a steam turbine inherited from
Antiquity was horrendously inefficient as a prime mover, for instance. And the sheer quantity of
trial-and-error experimentation needed to perfect in our own history the most primitive forms of
paddlewheelers, photography, or gliders could hardly be reproduced over such a short period.
But, of course, Paul J. McAuley is well aware of this, and what he offers is properly a fantasy, a feat of
the imagination standing halfway "between the world of thought and the world of things." Like the angel of
Pasquale's yearnings, a symbol of artistic creation, it is somewhat less than real and somewhat more.
The novel sacrifices perhaps some potential depths to the strictures of headlong action, but few readers will
complain. And science fiction fans who have discovered McAuley's latest works should enjoy the originality
of this earlier effort.
Jean-Louis Trudel is a busy, bilingual writer from Canada, with two novels and fourteen young adult books to his credit in French. He's also a moderately prolific reviewer and short story writer. |
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