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malenfant's review
dark
emotional
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
4.0
geekwayne's review against another edition
4.0
When I first picked this book up, I assumed it was a sequel to Light, which came out in 2002. It's actually the third book in a trilogy, with book 2 being Nova Swing. I read Light ages ago, and hadn't read Nova Swing, so I found myself foundering through a good chunk of this book trying to figure out what was going on. Having read other reviews, it appears to be this way even for people who are more familiar with the preceding books.
The story flips between a few storylines. One set in the near present and the others set further in the future when great hulking ships run between planets. This is not an easily accessible book and the reader will find themselves with a bit of a struggle on their hands to grasp what is going on. After finishing, I'm still not entirely sure of all the plot details. There is a mother and daughter who have drifted apart. There is a ship doing recovery work. There are floating ghosts that can't communicate. Much of it is about being adrift and the empty space in our lives.
What I do know is that Mr. Harrison rights lovely prose that is descriptive and feels a little stream of consciousness at times. I kept reading because I found the writing to be outstanding. I let the words take me along and I'm glad I took the journey. Probably not for everyone, but it was a pleasant surprise for me.
The story flips between a few storylines. One set in the near present and the others set further in the future when great hulking ships run between planets. This is not an easily accessible book and the reader will find themselves with a bit of a struggle on their hands to grasp what is going on. After finishing, I'm still not entirely sure of all the plot details. There is a mother and daughter who have drifted apart. There is a ship doing recovery work. There are floating ghosts that can't communicate. Much of it is about being adrift and the empty space in our lives.
What I do know is that Mr. Harrison rights lovely prose that is descriptive and feels a little stream of consciousness at times. I kept reading because I found the writing to be outstanding. I let the words take me along and I'm glad I took the journey. Probably not for everyone, but it was a pleasant surprise for me.
peapod_boston's review against another edition
4.0
The third in Harrison's science fiction trilogy, "Empty Space" is both more and less approachable than the other two. Less self-contained, the novel involves characters from both "Light" and "Nova Swing." Harrison's depiction of the future feels less outre than in previous outings, his stylistic nuance easier to engage with. Much like "Nova Swing", he introduces a wide array of characters whose stories intersect, impact, and bounce off each other in ways that reflect even less that magical beast called a "plot" and even more that far less comprehensible creature called "life."
Worthwhile for the fantastic imagery of the future, the dense complexity of its characters, and the strangely-fond-yet-not-uncritical portrait of Anna, "Empty Space" is a suitable end-cap to the trilogy, bringing closure to many threads, yet leaving other open and wandering in the space between worlds and between people.
Worthwhile for the fantastic imagery of the future, the dense complexity of its characters, and the strangely-fond-yet-not-uncritical portrait of Anna, "Empty Space" is a suitable end-cap to the trilogy, bringing closure to many threads, yet leaving other open and wandering in the space between worlds and between people.
abarrera's review
3.0
Out of the three books of the Kefahuchi Tract series, this was the hardest by far. Harrison uses a very similar resource as his Light book, weaving three storylines together and continues to explore previous characters.
I found it a little repetitive and too much focus on very static characters, exploring certain features of them that didn't add much to the overall storyline. Here, maybe more than in any of his other books, he recreates in the psychology of the protagonists more than ever. While I admire the depth of this, it definitely detracts from the plot and makes it way harder to focus on the book itself.
Also, the plot might be the most convoluted one of all three books, leaving you really scratching your head (if that's possible). Anyhow, I like the book but I feel Light was the original version and Empty Space is just a forceful extension.
I found it a little repetitive and too much focus on very static characters, exploring certain features of them that didn't add much to the overall storyline. Here, maybe more than in any of his other books, he recreates in the psychology of the protagonists more than ever. While I admire the depth of this, it definitely detracts from the plot and makes it way harder to focus on the book itself.
Also, the plot might be the most convoluted one of all three books, leaving you really scratching your head (if that's possible). Anyhow, I like the book but I feel Light was the original version and Empty Space is just a forceful extension.
eoghann's review against another edition
3.0
Empty Space is a challenging and frustrating book to read.
Certainly it doesn't help that it's the third part of a trilogy so you are rather thrown in at the deep end here. But that's certainly not the only reason.
The text of the book is thick. You can't skim this stuff. It's laden with meanings and inferences Skip a page and you will end up completely lost. That also means of course that if you put it down to do something else, it can take a while to immerse yourself in it again.
It's also a book that quite deliberately engages in mindfuckery. Not only are stories being told in two different time frames, but several of the characters seem to have a rather loose grip on their own reality. So half the time you're not entirely sure what is "real" and what is not.
I don't say this as criticism, rather to try and give you a feeling for the sort of book this is. It's neither a light or quick read. And in truth I'm not sure I entirely grasped everything that was going on.
There's definitely a bleak tone to the story with many of the characters seeming trapped in their lives rather than enjoying them. And while the central mysteries of the story are essentially resolved by the end, I couldn't honestly tell you what the point of it all was exactly.
Unlike many science fiction authors Harrison doesn't seem very interested in explaining the science that makes the background of his universe. Not that there's a shortage of science. We have time, and weird physics and all sorts of things. But it's the background while the characters are the foreground.
Harrison's language and choice at times seem deliberately provocative. Not only is there disturbing violence, there's also sexual imagery and some of that will seem disturbing as well. At other points his characters language is abruptly frank, which stands out from the stylized prose. I don't think this is accidental.
There is a lot to recommend about this book. It will most likely take you out of your comfort zone. The universe the characters live in is rich and deep. This is definitely adult science fiction.
From a purely technical perspective the rating should probably be 4 stars. If you enjoy stories that push limits and don't sit inside genre cliches then I think you may really like this book. Though you're probably better starting with the first in the trilogy.
But I just couldn't quite warm to the story so my personal rating is 3.
Certainly it doesn't help that it's the third part of a trilogy so you are rather thrown in at the deep end here. But that's certainly not the only reason.
The text of the book is thick. You can't skim this stuff. It's laden with meanings and inferences Skip a page and you will end up completely lost. That also means of course that if you put it down to do something else, it can take a while to immerse yourself in it again.
It's also a book that quite deliberately engages in mindfuckery. Not only are stories being told in two different time frames, but several of the characters seem to have a rather loose grip on their own reality. So half the time you're not entirely sure what is "real" and what is not.
I don't say this as criticism, rather to try and give you a feeling for the sort of book this is. It's neither a light or quick read. And in truth I'm not sure I entirely grasped everything that was going on.
There's definitely a bleak tone to the story with many of the characters seeming trapped in their lives rather than enjoying them. And while the central mysteries of the story are essentially resolved by the end, I couldn't honestly tell you what the point of it all was exactly.
Unlike many science fiction authors Harrison doesn't seem very interested in explaining the science that makes the background of his universe. Not that there's a shortage of science. We have time, and weird physics and all sorts of things. But it's the background while the characters are the foreground.
Harrison's language and choice at times seem deliberately provocative. Not only is there disturbing violence, there's also sexual imagery and some of that will seem disturbing as well. At other points his characters language is abruptly frank, which stands out from the stylized prose. I don't think this is accidental.
There is a lot to recommend about this book. It will most likely take you out of your comfort zone. The universe the characters live in is rich and deep. This is definitely adult science fiction.
From a purely technical perspective the rating should probably be 4 stars. If you enjoy stories that push limits and don't sit inside genre cliches then I think you may really like this book. Though you're probably better starting with the first in the trilogy.
But I just couldn't quite warm to the story so my personal rating is 3.
msdaisylaurel's review against another edition
5.0
Practically the definition of phantasmagorical - a space opera mix posed somewhere between Star Wars, Alice in Wonderland, and Minority Report. Heavy on the adjectives, but dripping with imagery like a Dali.
msaari's review against another edition
3.0
Weird, fascinating, hard to understand. Just like a typical M. John Harrison novel, then.
nearit's review
5.0
It’s important to read new M. John Harrison novels while on holiday. No other author is able to describe with such alarming clarity the necessity of escaping yourself.
Harrison’s latest novel Empty Space is the conclusion of a trilogy of science fiction novels that started with Light in 2002 and was continued in 2006′s Nova Swing.
Like both of its predecessors, Empty Space presents the reader with a future that dazzles with the romance of a thousand yesterdays: women who’ve chosen to be rebuilt with the “Mona” package, but who base their look on that of Marilyn Monroe; virtual fantasy lives that play out like an episode of Mad Men drained of all sex and drama (until, of course, that sex and drama forces its way on in there); covert action groups who, with their lattes and general sense of boyish intrigue, can’t help but remind you of the sort of spooks you’ve never quite managed to catch out of the corner of your eye; Harrison manages to make all of these fantasies gleam briefly in the pages of this book.
This is an exhausted vision of the future, but it’s still a vision of the future for all that, one that sees past the ever-present apocollapse and on to a possible reality that’s like right now stretched out some more. Whether that seems like a hopeful vision or a dystopian nightmare is very much up to you.
In Light this was conveyed by the fantastic damage the book’s protagonists left in their wake, regardless of whether they were pre-Millennial scientists or impossible rocket jockeys – in trying to run from what they'd been and done, all three of that book’s main characters flirted with becoming an agent of entropy, leaving a trail of dead bodies and ruined live behind them as they tried far too fucking hard to outrun themselves. Nova Swing built this grim fatigue into its texture, replacing the narrative breaks and time jumps of Light with a rundown detective story, a series of clichés pushed past the point of collapse, Seaguy as quantum noir.
After four hours of wandering, the tourists were still on their own. They heard strange whispers in the mist, snippets of inane chatter, some of it enticing, other bits vaguely insulting, all of it disappointingly familiar.
Every word they overheard was spoken in their native tongue, every glimpse of life they caught through the mist reminded them of something else – from movies, if not from life.
Despite being set in the same “universe” and being united by the presence of the Kafahuchi Tract - an expanse of raw, disturbing possibility that remains untamed at the end of the series, no matter how many attempts are made to investigate, understand, enjoy, police and profit from it - Light and Nova Swing felt like two distinct novels, with their own characters, rules, and conclusions.
***
At three o’clock the tourists found an obscure corner of the beach that was dotted with cigarette butts and broken boats, evidence of a series of accidental origins converging on the moment, and of a separation between here and there, now and then.
***
Empty Space’s subtitle (“A Haunting”) starts to make more sense as its plots converge, bringing with them an explanation for the murder mystery that chains together two of the novel’s disparate fragments, and the revelation of the speaker behind the eerily repeated phrase that pushes the Assistant onward in her investigation – “My name is Pearlant and I come from the future”.
The late stages of the narrative follow a pair of graveyard ghosts, drifting through their own lives like worried fire, unable to do anything but compound errors that have already been made. This stretch of the book is as emotionally terrifying as it is intellectual satisfying - floating back through the plot of the novel, the reader is given time to admire the cleverness of its design, but they won't find the space to allow themselves to escape the fact that the design is built to cut.
This aspect of Empty Space can't help but recall this year's other unlikely trequel, Alan Garner's Boneland. Like Garner's novel, Empty Space feels as though it shouldn't have been written - the stories that preceded these new fictions seemed sealed off, as though they should be somehow impervious to further exploration. And just as the events of the earlier installments in the Weirdstone trilogy haunt Boneland as unshakeable improbabilities, so the events of Harrison's earlier novels spook the characters in Empty Space with their cuntish irreversibility.
Two towns over, the tourists still found themselves unable to make contact with others. They explored the oldest parts of [REDACTED] and found there a black mirror reflection of their starting point.
The tangle of streets retold the story of the conflict between [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], the clash of physical bodies reduced to a clash of aesthetics, of tourisms, and all of it in service of a tired old tale that the tabloids back home were trying to talk up today.
***
At the very end of the novel, Harrison allows himself a moment or two to make sure that the mirroring of our current social, political and cultural moment is noticed and understood.
This isn't an example of an author trying too hard to get the point across so much as it is an acknowledgement of the fact that Empty Space is so reflective that the reader might be tempted to obsess over their own face in its surface at the expense of the bigger picture.
Empty Space provides almost no flattery for reader, suggesting instead that, like us, our culture is not overly inclined to learn from its mistakes. Just remember, because you heard it here first - "none of us will ever pay off the combined debts of our history."
Still, there's something jarring in the novel's depiction of the few survivors of Harrison's machinations, all of them stumbling on past the end of the story and back out through the wasteland, still fucking and fighting amongst themselves, still looking to the future in the hope that they might end up living something that could be mistaken for a life.
***
One by one the tourists realised that they had lost each other in the mist, so that when the sun finally burned its way through the confusion, each of the visitors found themselves alone in the unshackled daylight.<
It seemed that even the sand in their pockets had evaporated, and when they tried to look beyond themselves the tourists found that the world glimmered so intensely now that they could see their own freshly-scorched faces in everything; there was no longer any empty space in front of them, and without that, no possibility of escape.
Harrison’s latest novel Empty Space is the conclusion of a trilogy of science fiction novels that started with Light in 2002 and was continued in 2006′s Nova Swing.
Like both of its predecessors, Empty Space presents the reader with a future that dazzles with the romance of a thousand yesterdays: women who’ve chosen to be rebuilt with the “Mona” package, but who base their look on that of Marilyn Monroe; virtual fantasy lives that play out like an episode of Mad Men drained of all sex and drama (until, of course, that sex and drama forces its way on in there); covert action groups who, with their lattes and general sense of boyish intrigue, can’t help but remind you of the sort of spooks you’ve never quite managed to catch out of the corner of your eye; Harrison manages to make all of these fantasies gleam briefly in the pages of this book.
This is an exhausted vision of the future, but it’s still a vision of the future for all that, one that sees past the ever-present apocollapse and on to a possible reality that’s like right now stretched out some more. Whether that seems like a hopeful vision or a dystopian nightmare is very much up to you.
***
On the fifth day the tourists raised their shutters and looked out on the world around them, beyond the space that they had made form themselves.
Outside of their comfortable prison the fog was still as inescapable as it was intangible, covering everything while always remaining just outside of reach.
***
It’s important to read new M. John Harrison novels while on holiday. No other author is able to reinforce with crushing inevitability the impossibility of escaping yourself.
The futures Harrison presents us with throughout this trilogy have been built on a constant harrowing of the past, a process that has reduced the idea of progress to a sort of galactic strip-mining.
In Light this was conveyed by the fantastic damage the book’s protagonists left in their wake, regardless of whether they were pre-Millennial scientists or impossible rocket jockeys – in trying to run from what they'd been and done, all three of that book’s main characters flirted with becoming an agent of entropy, leaving a trail of dead bodies and ruined live behind them as they tried far too fucking hard to outrun themselves. Nova Swing built this grim fatigue into its texture, replacing the narrative breaks and time jumps of Light with a rundown detective story, a series of clichés pushed past the point of collapse, Seaguy as quantum noir.
Imagine, if you can, the lay of the land: unbearably tired of the thin skin of your flesh and your imagination, you blast off to the furthest edges of possibility, and what do you find? Nothing but a funhouse mirror reflecting your own potentialities back at you.
***
After four hours of wandering, the tourists were still on their own. They heard strange whispers in the mist, snippets of inane chatter, some of it enticing, other bits vaguely insulting, all of it disappointingly familiar.
Every word they overheard was spoken in their native tongue, every glimpse of life they caught through the mist reminded them of something else – from movies, if not from life.
***
Despite being set in the same “universe” and being united by the presence of the Kafahuchi Tract - an expanse of raw, disturbing possibility that remains untamed at the end of the series, no matter how many attempts are made to investigate, understand, enjoy, police and profit from it - Light and Nova Swing felt like two distinct novels, with their own characters, rules, and conclusions.
It's strange, then, to find yourself reading Empty Space and realising that these two narratives can be made to link up in a non-cursory manner, that the near-future shock of the widow of Michael Kearney can co-exist with the listless, out there adventures of Fat Antoyne, Liv Hula, Irene the Mona and the more driven motions of Aschemann's terrifying and nameless Assistant.
For readers who have been following Harrison's trilogy as it has developed, this unexpected familiarity - the starts of the previous two books was like a blast of ice cold air, too sharp and unforgiving to ever be taken for granted - will provide a sort of comfort that only makes the latter machinations cut more deeply when the narrative kicks into ninth gear.
***
At three o’clock the tourists found an obscure corner of the beach that was dotted with cigarette butts and broken boats, evidence of a series of accidental origins converging on the moment, and of a separation between here and there, now and then.
Looking out into the unceasing and indistinguishable grayness of sea and sky, few of them were certain that they would ever feel so certain about their trajectory again.
***
Empty Space’s subtitle (“A Haunting”) starts to make more sense as its plots converge, bringing with them an explanation for the murder mystery that chains together two of the novel’s disparate fragments, and the revelation of the speaker behind the eerily repeated phrase that pushes the Assistant onward in her investigation – “My name is Pearlant and I come from the future”.
The late stages of the narrative follow a pair of graveyard ghosts, drifting through their own lives like worried fire, unable to do anything but compound errors that have already been made. This stretch of the book is as emotionally terrifying as it is intellectual satisfying - floating back through the plot of the novel, the reader is given time to admire the cleverness of its design, but they won't find the space to allow themselves to escape the fact that the design is built to cut.
This aspect of Empty Space can't help but recall this year's other unlikely trequel, Alan Garner's Boneland. Like Garner's novel, Empty Space feels as though it shouldn't have been written - the stories that preceded these new fictions seemed sealed off, as though they should be somehow impervious to further exploration. And just as the events of the earlier installments in the Weirdstone trilogy haunt Boneland as unshakeable improbabilities, so the events of Harrison's earlier novels spook the characters in Empty Space with their cuntish irreversibility.
***
Two towns over, the tourists still found themselves unable to make contact with others. They explored the oldest parts of [REDACTED] and found there a black mirror reflection of their starting point.
The tangle of streets retold the story of the conflict between [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], the clash of physical bodies reduced to a clash of aesthetics, of tourisms, and all of it in service of a tired old tale that the tabloids back home were trying to talk up today.
***
At the very end of the novel, Harrison allows himself a moment or two to make sure that the mirroring of our current social, political and cultural moment is noticed and understood.
This isn't an example of an author trying too hard to get the point across so much as it is an acknowledgement of the fact that Empty Space is so reflective that the reader might be tempted to obsess over their own face in its surface at the expense of the bigger picture.
Empty Space provides almost no flattery for reader, suggesting instead that, like us, our culture is not overly inclined to learn from its mistakes. Just remember, because you heard it here first - "none of us will ever pay off the combined debts of our history."
Still, there's something jarring in the novel's depiction of the few survivors of Harrison's machinations, all of them stumbling on past the end of the story and back out through the wasteland, still fucking and fighting amongst themselves, still looking to the future in the hope that they might end up living something that could be mistaken for a life.
***
One by one the tourists realised that they had lost each other in the mist, so that when the sun finally burned its way through the confusion, each of the visitors found themselves alone in the unshackled daylight.<
It seemed that even the sand in their pockets had evaporated, and when they tried to look beyond themselves the tourists found that the world glimmered so intensely now that they could see their own freshly-scorched faces in everything; there was no longer any empty space in front of them, and without that, no possibility of escape.
erosionyeah's review
challenging
dark
mysterious
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
3.5