The Nameless Day -- Book One: The Crucible | ||||||||
Sara Douglass | ||||||||
HarperCollins/Voyager, 584 pages | ||||||||
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A review by William Thompson
At its most basic, this is an alternate history, set within the conflicts of the Hundred Years' War amidst
the divisions within the Church between the political papacies of Rome and Avignon. Broad, at times
detailed scholarship of the period is evident, and few of the historical figures for the mid-14th century
have not assumed a role as characters, up to and including Chaucer. Using the epic scope of the
conflict, one that gripped most of Europe within a morass of political and military upheaval and intrigue
the equal of any to be found in fiction, Douglass has interposed into that struggle a largely unseen
battle waged between angels and demons for control over mankind's future, of which the earthly conflicts
are but a mortal reflection.
On the surface, all of this might seem rather pat, but underlying the
story there appears to be questions being posed as to the meaning and significance of man's previous
striving for identity within the spiritualism of the Church, counterpoised against the increasing
emergence of what was later to become humanism in the rise of the nation state out of the ashes of
war-torn France. While superficially an historic struggle reformed to fit the needs of fantasy,
there are some rather large themes, equal if not greater than the scale of the narrative action,
brooding in the background.
Unlike Axis or The Wayfarer's Redemption, in which much of the author's intentions
were telescoped, Nameless Day is far less obvious in its aims and potentially off-putting in
approach. The central figure, Thomas Neville, is a Dominican priest whose characterization is hardly
sympathetic. A former English nobleman hiding from a shameful and hideous past (only partially
revealed by book's end), as a priest he exemplifies the worst excesses of pious self-righteousness and
hypocrisy. Not unexpectedly, it proves somewhat difficult for the reader to attach themselves to
Thomas' persona within the narrative, particularly as he also manifests an extreme hatred of women that
finds expression as abuse, sentiments which are echoed elsewhere throughout the novel (passages such as
the "vile equivalent of the suppurating cleft that lay between the legs of every daughter
of Eve" leave little imagination as to the misogyny represented by some of the characters within
this book, and while some might feel such a passage somewhat heavy-handed in expression, it but
truthfully mirrors similar statements and views that can be found within the primary historical
record). Women by and large fare poorly in
this tale, though again, as with the symbolic use of angels and demons, as well as the choice of
narrative perspective, not all is as it appears. Despite the author's seemingly straightforward
approach to narrative and action, as well as her apparent appropriation of a historical context from
which to simply spin out the usual fantasy yarn masquerading in the guise of history, actual events
and social realities lending the tale a greater semblance of verisimilitude, as the story progresses,
more and more the reader catches the sense that the various struggles going on within the novel
represent more than what appearances indicate, and even though couched within traditional notions
associated with religion -- soul, redemption, and the struggle between good and evil -- these
concepts, despite the Old Testament overtones, may yet disguise a far different symbolic and allegorical intention.
Rather boldly, the author has chosen to use heavily and emotionally freighted topics and
symbols perceived primarily through the eyes of a man more villain than hero, and has done so in
a manner that continues to mask her ultimate motives. This is somewhat a gutsy move on the
part of the author, as previously mentioned, the novel reading more as if a traditional historical
fantasy than metaphor, with "heroes" such as Thomas and the religious overtones borrowed
from Christianity unlikely to attract the casual fantasy reader, let alone the majority of those who
comfortably embraced the largely romantic and heroic escapism found in Axis or
The Wayfarer's Redemption. Yet for those willing to bank that there is more going
on here than meets the eye, and that many of the characters' actions may well serve allegorical ends
appearing poised by book's end to become turned upon themselves, there looks to be rewards awaiting
further development in successive volumes for what is admittedly a slow, not always clearly evolving
story. However, the author's reluctance to rush her story need not necessarily be seen as just
another example of conformance to the demands of door-stopper fantasy.
True, Douglass does, on occasion, stumble in this opening to her newest trilogy. Thomas'
rationalizations of his actions and changes of heart do not always ring true, at times seeming
unaccountable and lacking the prior foundation necessary to support the swings in his thoughts and
behaviour. And the author does seem to have some difficulty in developing internal conflicts
and dialogue, more often than not resolving them either through repetition of thought or having the
character somewhat suddenly alter their earlier opinions or behaviour without reason as to the cause
being fully evident.
But this appears a far more serious and ambitious work than her previous novels, and one where the
author seems overall in control of her craft. Further, it looks as if Douglass is intentionally
allowing her plots and themes to simmer, intending to bring her narrative slowly to a boil. For
that reason, those seeking mere action to drive along the story will likely want to look elsewhere,
as will those desiring a repeat of Axis and
The Wayfarer's Redemption.
However, if the understated hints provided in this work are any indication of the author's future
intent for her use of allegory and symbolism, all of which appear but masks to deeper themes and
issues, mimicking their borrowed traditions but subtly being altered to serve a very different
purpose, then her strategy for gradually letting her story reveal itself may in the end prove well suited.
This waits to be seen: on its own, this novel
is not entirely successful.
But as an introduction to a larger vision, one that is attempting to incorporate themes at the core
of human existence, both within the context of past and present, this may yet signal in the books
to come the announcement of a singular work in progress, deserving of further and greater notice.
William Thompson is a writer of speculative fiction, as yet unpublished, although he remains hopeful. In addition to pursuing his writing, he is in the degree program in information science at Indiana University. |
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