January 27, 2008

Andrew Crumey: Sputnik Caledonia

Posted in Crumey Andrew at 10:19 am by John Self

Andrew Crumey is one of those writers – it seems an endless family – whose books I’ve been boring everyone about ever since … ooh, his last one. Mobius Dick (2004) was a masterpiece, a dazzling contraption made of multiple worlds interlocking like clockwork. Furiously clever in both scientific and artistic realms, it was also wonderfully entertaining. Probably I was only so delighted by it because I had scratched my head a little over his previous novel, Mr Mee (2000), though I know I’ll love it next time around, and on reflection what’s not to like about a book which opens with the line It’s said of the Xanthic sect that they believed fire to be a form of life, since it has the ability to reproduce itself”?

More amazing still is that Crumey wrote these sparklers while holding down a job as literary editor of Scotland on Sunday. Then after Mobius Dick, he was awarded the Northern Rock Foundation writer’s award, which enabled him to give up the day job and concentrate full time on his next one. He said, “With all my other novels I would write bits and pieces and they would connect together and usually have several threads. With this one I wanted something which was a bit simpler but with more complex ideas going on.” More complex ideas! Is the man mad?

And here we have it, Sputnik Caledonia, and a whopper at 550 pages; he sure is giving Northern Rock value for money. And despite the length it is “a bit simpler:” I wouldn’t say linear exactly, but where the earlier books cycled regularly between different characters, centuries and worlds, this has three separate (but not quite discrete) sections. In the good-natured first part, Robbie Coyle is a twelve-year-old boy in the Scotland of the 1970s, brought up by a whimsical and uncomplaining mother, and an avidly socialist father (“Even if I’m wrong I never go back on my word”), who longs for the revolution:

His own experiences as a child, he told his offspring, had been enough to convince him that the Catholic Church in which he was raised was only another way of controlling people’s minds, along with capitalism, television and golf, the latter being one of Mr Coyle’s pet hates. … ‘At least he was a good socialist, I’ll say that for Jesus. It’s these people who want to bow down and worship him that I can’t abide.’

Robbie, fascinated by space flight but inculcated into hating America, decides to learn Russian and astrophysics and become a cosmonaut. All this, in case I have failed to get across the tone, is done with one eyebrow raised. He also falls in love, and it’s at a moment of consummation (“their lips touched and he was blasted into space”) that everything changes.

The central chunk of the book – 300 pages – sees Mr Coyle get his revolution (“The Coyles’ next door neighbours were the Dunbars, who had a telephone, a car, took package holidays in Spain, and would face summary execution come the uprising”). We are in the British Democratic Republic, the same alternate present which Crumey has used before in his first novel Music, in a Foreign Language, and in parts of Mobius Dick. Robbie – now called Robert – Coyle is a soldier at The Installation:

‘The Installation was created over thirty years ago, right at the end of the Patriotic War, when the invading Nazi scum who terrorized this land of ours for five dark years were defeated by the People’s Army. The Central Committee knew that if such horrors were to be prevented from ever happening again, then Britain needed to have its own nuclear deterrent alongside that of our Soviet allies.’

To go into more detail would definitely be spoilerish, but Crumey creates a world which at first appears to have occasional parallels with the first part, and gradually is shown to have threads of light peeking out and linking the worlds in a complex matrix of equivalence, and even characters who balance others in the alternate world (and yes, The Wizard of Oz is acknowledged, before you put your hand up). “Everything is deliberate. Nothing is accidental.” Crumey has fun with the language of ideology, such as when the Installation’s recruits are being lectured on a heavenly body:

‘In the capitalist world, such hypothetical objects are referred to as black holes. Of course we reject the term, with its colonialist implications, its unsavoury air of medieval clericalism, its sheer inaccuracy. … We follow the Soviet nomenclature and call it a frozen star. What to capitalists symbolizes a fate worse than death represents for us the highest form of astrophysical evolution. Our visitor is not a monster – it is a unique opportunity for socialist exploration.’

At the same time, a little mirroring goes a long way, and Crumey plots out the story in this central section in too painstaking detail. As a result the book appears less complex and rich than the much shorter Mobius Dick and Mr Mee. I missed too the literary intelligence of those books, which by reference and parallel lit up whole ranks of European authors from Hoffmann and Mann to Proust and Rousseau: here, we have just a little Goethe. The central notion – “Everything in the universe both determines and is determined by everything else” – is hammered out repeatedly. Did the freedom of writing full time soften Crumey’s sharp edge?

But it is foolish to feel disappointment that Sputnik Caledonia is not more like Crumey’s earlier books. We should not want such gifted writers to repeat themselves (though weakly, I often do). Fortunately then, the third part of the book gives a new dimension to Crumey’s writing: this master of making our heads spin has found out how to hit the heart. Again, little more can be said without ruining it, and the new voices he adopts take time to bed in, but it neatly undermines any, well, neatness in our assumptions of how Part 2 can be explained. It also provides a moving portrait of decline and loss, which is not bad going for a book which started out on a cleverly comic note.

Sputnik Caledonia is a long but approachable book; it takes time to read, but remarkably, it forces your brain to carry on finishing it even after the end. Must be some scientific trickery hidden in the pages. In Part 1 Robbie, while ‘training’ for space travel, reads textbooks which become “his Bible: sacred, encyclopaedically authoritative, open to infinite interpretation, and almost entirely unreadable.” A couple of these epithets, very definitely excluding the last, could be applied to the works of Andrew Crumey.

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21 Comments »

  1. Isabel said,

    Was the father happy when Robbie learned Russian?
    Did the father work?

    Interesting find!

  2. John, I am not going to review the Adair books. I hate doing negative reviews and I only do them when I have gotten the book to review specifically. I did not finish the second one as I just did not like them. I have received a book to review “Sobibor” a work of ‘documentary fiction’ which I will be reviewing soon – if I survive. It is the most harrowing Holocaust book I have ever picked up.

  3. John Self said,

    Ah well, Isabel, you’ll just have to read it to find out! When you ask about the personality of the father, what’s interesting about Sputnik Caledonia is that it’s the first of Crumey’s books I’ve read (which is all of them except Pfitz) where the characters ultimately are as strong a driving force as the ideas. And his others are, as I’ve mentioned, very fine books indeed.

    Candy, that seems quite fair. I have mixed feelings myself about whether to review books I didn’t like; sometimes I do and sometimes I don’t. With less well known authors in particular, my take on it tends to be: where’s the merit in kicking a fellow when he’s down?

  4. Tony S. said,

    John, How do you come up with the names of all these authors and the names of all these novels I’ve never heard of before? Surely you make them all up?

  5. Isabel said,

    John, I feel the same about book reviews. If I selected the book and really disliked it, I don’t write about it. If another blogger writes about the book, I might put my 2 cents in or I might stay quiet.

    However, I am very selective about books I agree to accept from publishers. If I have a bad feeling about the book, I respectfully decline. I don’t want to hurt any authors’ feelings, knowing how hard it is to write a book and then find a publisher for it.

    If I don’t like the genre, I let the author know that fact and recommend other bloggers who might like to read from that genre.

  6. Scott Pack said,

    I absolutely loved Mobius Dick and think Crumey is one of our top writers. I have been patiently hanging around hoping his publisher would send me a copy of the new one but no such luck yet!

  7. John Self said,

    Well mine was a proof copy which was so cracked and battered after reading that it went straight into the recycling bin (so I’ll have to buy another copy then: everyone’s a winner!), or you could have had it. Still, it’s out in about five weeks and straight into paperback, so no excuses then!

  8. Andrew is a great writer (and i great guy, I met him in Greece). I loved his D’Alembert’s Principle and Music, in a Foreign Language… Being a writer myself i admire his openess and the risks he takes with narration.

  9. John Self said,

    John, How do you come up with the names of all these authors and the names of all these novels I’ve never heard of before? Surely you make them all up?

    Ah Tony, from that I take it Andrew Crumey hasn’t made it across the Atlantic yet! Watch this space and you might learn a little more about him next week…

  10. [...] on Sunday and concentrate on his writing.  The result is Sputnik Caledonia, which I reviewed here, and which is published today.  Geekish students of publishing like me will be interested to know [...]

  11. Hi John,

    Just finished this one. I wrote up my thoughts over here:

    http://pechorinjournal.blogspot.com/ as usual.

    I thought your interview with him very interesting, good to see that background. Thanks for that.

  12. Lee Monks said,

    Crumey is indeed brilliant, and has slipped the net like so many others. In his case, it’s particularly painful as he’s almost like an identikit writer for me: he’s looking into all the things I think are important and funny and now. And he’s a brilliant writer, simple as. How great the Booker would be were it to champion Crumey and those trying something different with a sense of humour. Alas…

  13. Kerry said,

    Great review, John. You’ve sold another book. You should look into commissions or something…..

  14. John Self said,

    What makes you think I don’t Kerry? ;-)

  15. Lorain B said,

    Just finished Sputnik Caledonia today. Challenging and thought-provoking, definitely one to recommend. Loved Mobius Dick and now intend to both read MD again and seek out more of Mr Crumey’s brilliant work.

  16. John Self said,

    Thanks Lorain – how lovely to have this post brought back. I’d forgotten all about this book. I’d also recommend Mr Mee – very like Mobius Dick (in my opinion his best book). Oddly I didn’t like it when I first read it, before I was attuned to Crumey’s brilliance. I plan to reread it and Mobius Dick soon.

    Oh, and you might be interested in this interview I did with Crumey.

  17. [...] Crumey, Sputnik Caledonia : “gives a new dimension to Crumey’s writing: this master of making our heads spin has [...]

  18. [...] by Andrew Crumey, a story of time travel and alternative history. John Self reviewed the book here, and interviewed Crumey here. SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "“If my calculations are correct, [...]

  19. dee lou said,

    i enjoyed the book, and have mobius dick ready at home to read when i get back there, but i admit i am mystified by the ending of sputnik and will welcome anyone explaining it to me (denizen101[at]gmail.com) and perhaps telling me how the “kid” linked in. My apologies if i seem a little dense. i couldn’t identify who the person was that RC spoke of, who needed to be eradicated… (i dont want to put any spoilers). i couldn’t really see how that bit of part 3 connected with “everything is connected” and the first two. If it had taken place in 1863, i would have understood.

    Thank you.

  20. […] to this blog that he was the first author I interviewed. That was on publication of his last novel, Sputnik Caledonia, which marked a change in Crumey’s style, away from a cycling of separate but ultimately […]

  21. […] Crumey, Sputnik Caledonia : “gives a new dimension to Crumey’s writing: this master of making our heads spin has found […]


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