Annihilation by Jeff
Vandermeer
Brilliant
Area X has been contained behind the border for 30 years
So starts
the first book in a new trilogy from Jeff Vandermeer. The Southern Reach has
sent 11 expeditions into Area X. Many of them have failed to come back, or have
come back changed Our narrator is one of 4 in the 12th expedition, she is
a biologist and joins a psychologist, surveyor and anthropologist. This is her
story. This is the story of the 12th expedition. This is the story of, well
let’s not reveal too much here shall we?
This is an example of isolation
fiction with a hearty dollop of paranoia on top of the fear and mystery.
Vandermeer weaves a web of wicked weirdness that conceals to reveal. We have so
many questions that are not answered and may never be but this is because the
mystery is, well mysterious. Our narrator is no more clued up than we are and,
crucially, compromised. Can we trust her? Can we trust anyone on the team? Can
we trust The Southern Reach? Why aren’t expeditions allowed to take cameras, or
telecoms, or most other modern technology but are allowed to take guns? What is
the true purpose of the expeditions? What is Area X? What is the significance of
the Lighthouse? Do we really want to know what the strange noises in the night
are? Why did the Biologist join the expedition?
There are several
Vandermeerisms (yes that is a word) that will appeal to fans of his earlier work
(no spoilers but I bet you can guess what I mean) but this is a slightly
different tale to those he has told before. He describes a real and lush
landscape in almost cinematic terms. He also manages to make it feel uncanny
with a few deft touches and therefore even though the palette is light he
achieves a darker tale. I was in the story from the first paragraph, rushing
gladly through the book simultaneously desperate to know what was going to
happen and deeply dreading knowing in case that knowledge were to change me
irrevocably.
It will be compared to Roadside
Picnic by the Strugatskys no doubt and possibly Dark
Matter By Michelle Paver and there are brief elements of familiarity here if
you are well read in the Weird. However Vandermeer has carved a compelling and
fresh tale that may owe a passing nod to Lovecraft but only in the same way that
a modern car would owe a nod to a Model T. If any complaint were to be levelled
at this it would be that we are forced to wait some months before the second in
the trilogy is released. Will we get our answers in that tome? Do we want
answers? Perhaps it’s safer not to know.
Overall – I can only describe
this as Vandermeerian (yes that is also a word) in its brilliance. If you’re a
fan of Vandermeer go, buy, read! If you’re not a fan of Vandermeer why the hell
not?
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