Fantastic fiction loves contrasts made explicit: Eloi and Morlocks, orcs and elves, and above all humans battling vampires, Martians or robots. Small wonder that Claude Lévi-Strauss specifically invoked science fiction for his theory of ‘binary opposition’.
Sometimes these tensions are in the mise-en-scene — not just Earth vs. outer space, but settings — Lilliput and Brobdingnag, say — which try to make themes concrete. Classics of that sort are Edwin Abbott’s Flatland (set in two dimensions) and Lewis Carroll’s Alice books. But cases where the artificial contrasts that have been in some way codified and based on abstract notions such as age (Logan’s Run), temperament (the Divergent series) or even days of the week (Dayworld) can seem too contrived, even for speculative fiction. (Anyone who thinks that complaints of artificiality in genre are a bit rich has never encountered Game of Thrones or Star Trek fans when they think something’s improbable within their universes.)
A Man of Shadows makes those artificial distinctions as clear as night and day. Goodness knows why an author called Noon seized for his contrasts upon worlds called Dayzone and Nocturna, one all day — if a neon, Vegas kind of day — and the other all night, with a No Man’s Land called Dusk between.
But Jeff Noon is not an ordinary kind of writer, and he doesn’t really write science fiction, or fantasy, or indeed any kind of thing you would normally have a name for. The books that made his name, Vurt and Pollen, were genuinely hallucinatory — though the alternative realities they conjured up were the product not of drugs, but of placing brightly coloured feathers in the mouth.
He’s obsessed by Carroll’s Alice, and wrote a kind of tribute called Automated Alice.
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