Book #203 of 2019:
The Raw Shark Texts by Steven Hall
This experimental novel starts out like a cross between Memento and House of Leaves before taking a detour through Neverwhere and ending up finally at Jaws. In other words, it’s a story about an amnesiac receiving messages from his former self, wherein the actual printed text on the page sometimes forms a sort of concrete poetry or otherwise functions in ways we wouldn’t expect, and a manic pixie dream girl leads our everyman protagonist through a hidden underside of Britain on their way to hunt a shark. Only this is a conceptual fish that swims in the semantic ocean of human cultural interactions, and it’s the living meme that ate his memories in the first place. It’s a weird book!
Yet somehow in the hands of debut author Steven Hall the daftness mostly all works, even if it’s ultimately a narrative that hints at complexities rather than developing them for us outright. It’s also a very empty fictional universe — I count just five characters, no more than three of whom ever share a scene — and although that further detracts from the worldbuilding, it adds a lonely and haunted aspect that fits the self-reflective mood of the overall piece. Like the shark or the first Eric Sanderson, there’s a lot to this tale that feels just out of sight, as though if we had finished each chapter just a little bit faster, we might have caught a glimpse of the truly significant events that passed beforehand. But instead we’re left with the rustling whisper of ripples spreading out across a dim surface in their wake.
I don’t quite love the volume as a finished statement, but I find that I can’t stop thinking about it. And I’ll take ambitiously flawed over perfectly competent any day.
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★★★★☆
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