
Perdido
Street Station

By China Mieville
Reviewed by
Kenny Brechner
Let us
suppose that one has answered the question "to be or not to be" in the
affirmative, what next?
For all its
many distinctive qualities, China Mievelle's dynamic new novel Perdido Street
Station is perhaps most unusual for the firm answers it brings to bear on
the question above. It is, after all, a question most authors leave politely
veiled in some form of tepid ambiguity.
Perdido
Street Station is set in New Crobuzon,
an ancient city of some unspecified time or world. New Crobuzon is the
incarnation of decay, a metropolis whose festering is so entrenched that it has
developed into a kind of independent gravity which demands adaption from the
city's dwellers.
New Crobuzon
is inhabited by a hierarchy of species including humans, but also including many
cross species genetically devolved from humans, from bug, bird, cactus, and so
forth, each somewhat ghettoized but economically and socially interrelated.
In bringing
New Crobuzon to life Mieville has taken a page from the macabre school of H.P.
Lovecraft and Clark Ashton Smith, who steeped their stories in a particular
vocabulary, one of fetid ichors, charnel stenches, reeling, abyssal currents,
and mephitic catacombs, until a unique atmosphere was attained.
In his turn
Mieville suffuses his novel with mouldering, pungent, torpid, festering, bruised
squat, troglodytic things. The sense of a squalid urban organism, engulfing and
gorging upon itself, take on a very vivid, and incrementally effective life.
The story
centers on the quest of a member of the half-bird half-human race of Garuda,
Yagharek, who has committed the unspecified crime of "choice-theft."
Brutally shorn of his wings therefore, Yagharak seeks to regain flight. He
enlists, monetarily at first, a brilliant scientist, Isaac Dan der Grimnebulin,
by choice a marginal outcast of the scientific community, to restore him, not
via a potion or contraption, but in truth, to the ability to leap "from
earth to as easily as you walk from room to room."
Yagaharek's
quest overlaps with that of a criminal art connoisseur, Motley, who hires
Ygaharek's half-bug girlfriend Lin, an artist, to do a life-size portrait of
him. Yagharek and Motley represent two diametrically opposed paths to achieving
individuation, Motley by diffusion of self, individuation by aggregation.
Yagharek takes the path of merging into the city, paring down the elements of
his self until he reemerges from his immersion.
Mievelle's
book twists and squirms like the hallucinogenic caterpillars which, to their
mutual danger, Isaac is studying and Motley is exploiting. The caterpillars ooze
out of their cocoons, hovering between worlds, both a vacuum and a pressure,
squeezing answers out of an urban cocoon as out of a rancid tube of toothpaste
from which something seeking to transcend both horror and beauty is emerging.
Unafraid of
depth, profundity, and richness of language, Perdido Street Station
provides them all.