Fourth Estate, 2012 (UK)
"That ancient lonely thing, wandering the city forever in search of someone to whom it could speak its tale. No one ever knew what its story was, or what happened to those who heard it, but everyone knew that if you listened you were lost. You would never be the same again."
The subtitle of Communion Town is "A city in ten chapters," although it's really a collection of ten short stories with different characters in each one. Common among them all is the city which "doesn't stop, however appalled;" each "chapter" different because, as the narrator in the first story notes, "each of us conjures up our own city." Another link between them all: a character eventually known as "The Flâneur", who wanders throughout the city, not always named as such but he's always there. There's also no let up of atmosphere here -- even in the light of day things are dark and mysterious -- in fact, the book hones in on the mysteries of the city as experienced by different people who populate its streets and districts. There's also a great deal about the power of the story to change lives. On the other hand, aside from these points, there is a lot of play with but little continuity in terms of writing style -- and I'm taking it on faith that there's some purpose behind this device that is designed to make it a novel rather than just a collection of short stories. There are some parts of this book where the author drew me in with prose that triggered some vivid imagery in my head; in other parts, I got frustrated because I shouldn't have to work this hard to try to understand what I'm reading (why do some writers have to show off so?). Above all, I'm wondering which voice is really Sam Thompson's ... why does he have to be so gimmicky here?
The first story "Communion Town," which takes place in an interview room, has a great opening that whets the appetite for more and keeps a level of tension going throughout. An unnamed official of some sort with eyes that go everywhere and see everything -- "I'm good at not being seen and in my job locked doors aren't a problem" -- is talking to a newly-arrived woman, Ulya, who came to the city with Nicolas. He is locked away after his involvement in a "terrorist" act; the official is talking Ulya "through the way he sees it," about Nicolas. She'll have the opportunity to correct him and give him her side of the story. The city in this story is composed of a society where homeless or other people on the margins are known as monsters, "ingrates or the abject," "pharmakoi", or "homines sacri"; Nicolas is in the habit of helping these down-and-outers, which is apparently never done in this city, especially not in public. From there the book goes into other mysteries of the city throughout its various districts, told from several different points of view and related via different styles -- horror, noir, a Sherlock Holmes pastiche, sci-fi, etc. Despite the gimmicky-ness of the pastiche styles, I will say that the thinly-disguised Sherlock & Moriarty-type characters of "The Significant City of Lazarus Glass," helped it to become one of my favorite stories of the group, because of the concept of the memory house extending out to the entire city and its very reasoned conclusion. It's also one of the most reader-friendly pieces in the book.
Here's the thing, though -- unless the author is aiming his work at a specific target audience, it seems like he's expecting way too much of his readers. As an example, I had to go look up the term "flâneur," to discover it's a concept from Beaudelaire. Well, what do you know -- I haven't read Beaudelaire. Okay, so I get it after looking it up and that's okay. Then I come to the noir-styled story "Gallathea," and off I go in search of insight on the title. Well, hey, whaddya know, it's an Elizabethan-era drama, currently reproduced on stages but of course, not something I've ever seen or for that matter heard of, but after reading about that, I know a little more about what I've just read. So now I'm thinking that perhaps I should have my iPhone in hand to use as an encyclopedia and look up Moll Cutpurse, a character in "Gallathea," and another light bulb goes off over my head. I do a little more digging and discover that there are characters in this story whose names come from a work by Ben Jonson called "The Alchemist." Bingo. The same thing happens again and again in the other stories and then this morning, after I'd written my initial response to this novel yesterday, I start scouring reviews to see what other people had written and I get to one from Strange Horizons where the author notes about the story "Ways to Leave" that "There's even an image from Tarkovsky's Stalker in there if you look for it!" Wow. Do I feel stupid or what for not having noticed that? That's sarcasm, by the way.
I'm not saying that this is a bad book, because it's not. I love the atmosphere and there are some really good stories -- "The City Room," for example and I've already mentioned "The Significant City of Lazarus Glass." In fact, I liked many of the stories in this book. I could deal with the structural concept, I didn't mind that many stories were left without a resolution or explanation -- these are, after all, stories based on the mysteries of the city -- nor did I really get too hung up on trying to make connections -- they're there. There are also some really super moments of prose where I could actually see what the author's describing -- take this one from "Gallathea," for instance:
"Behind me was the Part Bridge and ahead lay the wreck of the west pier, its grand pavilion listing down to the mud like a crash-landed flying saucer, with the fishbones of decayed struts bowed underneath."
What a great image! That one just sprung out and I could really see it. Or here's another from the same story:
"I was moving through a new set of dimensions, subtle dimensions of treachery, marked in increments of outrage. I discovered a whole new city, mapping streets of fury and avenues of humiliation and gridlocked intersections of desire."
That comes off very clearly -- who couldn't enjoy such lovely writing? I think the atmosphere and the ability of the prose to bring out such vivid images is really well executed, but sheesh! It's tough from the casual reader perspective to wholeheartedly engage with a book when you're concerned about how much you may be missing. So for me, Communion Town turned out to be a mixed bag, leaning more to the side of frustration. On the other hand, if Mr. Thompson decides to write a novel in the future, I'd definitely be willing to give it a go.