Ursula Le Guin once described speculative fiction as ‘a great heavy sack of stuff, a carrier bag full of wimps and klutzes’. By this definition, Elizabeth Knox’s genre-hopping fantasy The Absolute Book must count as oversized baggage; but it trundles along winningly, even if it’s a trifle stout at 640 pages.
Taryn Cornick is our girl. She is a scholar whose debut book, a study of libraries, is the toast of the literary circuit. But she is also the recipient of an unlucky inheritance: an elusive manuscript, nicknamed the Firestarter, last spotted in the library of her grandfather’s ancestral pile. From these Borgesian beginnings, the story orbits into wider and wilder expanses. Eventually it encompasses shape-shifting demigods, interdimensional gates, a war between Heaven and Hell and (naturally) book festivals. Imagine Philip Pullman’s Dark Materials on a panel with Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, moderated by Rachel Cusk nursing a migraine.
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