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It is not impossible to begin here


By John Clute

It is not impossible to begin here. If you have read Gene Wolfe before, but didn't manage to get through The Book of the Long Sun, or even if you have never had the experience of reading Gene Wolfe at all, it is not impossible to begin here, with On Blue's Waters, the first volume of The Book of the Short Sun, which may turn out (we await the outcome half in fear, because the great Book of the New Sun is no easy read) to be his masterpiece. Soon we will know, or at the very least begin to argue the case. Volumes two and three of the trilogy are already written, and Tor will be releasing them in 2000.

In the meantime, for old readers of Wolfe and those who still have a universe-in-hiding to explore, it might be an idea to sort out some of these Books. They are, to begin with, each of them, regardless of the number of volumes they were broken into for easy publication, a single novel.

The four-volume Book of the New Sun, set inconceivably deep down the aisles of the future upon a world called Urth (it is our own Earth transfigured by time), professes to be the "confession" of Severian, the torturer's apprentice who becomes Autarch of his Brazil-like country, and who eventually redeems his folk by bringing about the coming of a New Sun--a white hole which scalds and drowns and cleanses the sacred Urth. But Severian himself has much to hide, and the text of his "confession" has become a honeypot for puzzle-solving readers. Severian's memoriousness--he cannot forget a thing--has been deeply analyzed, as have his family (which he never identifies) and the actions he undertakes to gain the throne (which he lies about, for he is a liar). In the end, though, so overwhelming is Wolfe's capacity to transform the tacky quiddities of genre into meditated vision, it is perfectly clear that Severian is far more than the secret son of a hidden Dad: for he is Apollo, and he is Christ.

A good priest in a bad religion

He does not--or so it seems--appear in The Book of the Long Sun, whose four volumes also take the form of a text written by one of the characters it depicts. The Long Sun is a vast tube of light which occupies the centre of the Whorl, a vast generation starship that has arrived at its destination--the solar system which contains the planets Blue and Green--and whose "gods" now wish to force the dozens of human societies within it to disembark. The main tool of the gods (the family of an Urth Autarch--from an era 700 years before Severian--who have ruled the Whorl for centuries, and who manifest themselves through computer monitors) is Patera Silk, a good priest in a bad religion. Given on the first page a godly overload of information about his fate and the fate of his Whorl, he spends the 1,000 or so pages of Long Sun attempting to understand his destiny; attempting to tell the truth.

His story is told by Horn, one of his pupils; it is a tale full of methodical conversations and reality tests, because Silk is terribly earnest about truth; it is also a tale irradiated by the presence of a god named the Outsider, who may have some relationship to Severian himself, given the reasonable assumption that both vast novels take place at approximately the same time. When Long Sun closes, in a series of slingshots that hurtle its cast to the winds, nothing is yet known of any ultimate truth. Silk (like Moses) has pointed his people to the Promised Land, and they have departed for Green or Blue.

Twenty years pass.

The future of humanity

Horn now lives with his wife and children on Blue, where humans have spattered their settlements. The city fathers of his own small culture, confessing a profound malaise about the future of humanity on Blue, ask Horn to return to the Whorl, which is still in orbit, and to persuade Patera Silk, if he still lives, to come down and make his people live. Horn (who is writing his own story this time) accepts, and the first volume of the Short Sun is filled with his journey, mostly across water, to a town which claims to possess an intact lander capable of returning to the Whorl.

Horn tells his story (writing it down whenever he has a chance) two years after the first phase of his odyssey has ended, apparently in failure, because (or so it seems) Silk has not come down to Blue. Horn (the later Horn means us to feel) is a middle-aged, honest, forthright, canny, solid man; and his motives for trekking across his world on a wild goose chase are upstanding and clear cut (or so he seems to claim, two years later, writing his story down); and the voyage that occupies most of On Blue's Waters seems almost aimless at times.

But this is a Gene Wolfe novel, a book written by an author who has never in his life told a straightforward tale, and author who has never in his life published an inadvertent word. Very soon it begins to be apparent that things--as always in Wolfe--are not entirely what they seem.

Radical transformation

The author of the text (for instance) may claim to possess Horn's memories, and in some sense to be Horn; but some radical transformation has taken place (a transformation we can expect to face and contemplate over the remaining volumes, which will be called In Green's Jungles and Return to the Whorl). The Horn who writes is also, in some sense, Patera Silk; and he may, like Severian (who has ingested the personalities of all previous Autarchs), be legion.

His narrative of simple Horn's journeyings, of simple Horn's encounter with a siren whom he rapes, and with an inhumi (member of a shapechanging vampire species, native to Green, an unknown number of whom pass as human) whom he adopts, is a narrative that requires as much decipherment as Severian's own self-concealing confession. The Horn/Silk/inhumi/god? who writes, while at the same time ruling another human settlement, has much to tell us, but what he will not say. Not yet. He has experienced much. He will experience more before the novel ends (because the last volume seems destined to take place after the text of On Blue's Waters has been fully inscribed). He is deeply sad. He may indeed be a god. We know--from at least one scene in this first volume--that he has at the very least tasted God.

It is not impossible to start here, at the beginning of On Blue's Waters. Understand that there will be scenes and implications that must be revisited after the whole novel has been read. But start here. It is a trip worth taking. The planet Blue is gorgeous, the siren is haunting, the inhumi clever, and Horn grows in the mind's eye until he fills his book, like air a sail.

On Blue's Waters resounds with Horn.


John Clute is a writer, editor, critic and scholar of science fiction. He is the author of Science Fiction: The Illustrated Encyclopedia and co-editor of both The Encyclopedia of Science Fiction and The Encyclopedia of Fantasy, all Hugo Award winners. His criticism and reviews have appeared in The New York Times, The Washington Post, Omni, The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, and other places too numerous to list; much of this material has been collected in Strokes: Reviews and Essays 1966-1986 and Look at the Evidence: Reviews and Essays.




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