The Darkness, The Coldness, The Solitude and The Horror. Oh The Horror
Someone recommended children’s author Michelle Paver’s adult book, Dark Matter to me. And I wish I could remember who – it was another reviewer or a book blogger. Thank you, whoever you are.
This is fabulously terrifying. It is described as a ghost story, but the terror is the way Paver takes the reader into the mind of her central character, Jack Miller. Set in the 30s, Miller is an intelligent man, from a poor background. Trained as a physicist his education takes him out of his own class, and into the rigidly upper class world of higher education (at that time). Poverty and class, and his own suspicious nature, seeing insult both where insult is intended and when it is not, have held him back from continuing his education and climbing into social poise.
He gets the opportunity to be part of an exploratory group doing research in the Arctic, as a wireless operator, to be part of a group with a handful of other men.
Something fated hangs over the group, as one by one they drop away through family disaster or illness, even before starting out. A Norwegian Ship Captain, charged with getting the by now shrunken group of 3 men to a remote (fictitious) place somewhere far beyond the Svalbard Archipelago, does not want to take the men to their destination. He and his crew hint at a history of the place which is too dark and terrifying even to be uttered.
The group of 3 – two of them representatives of the British ruling class, and Miller, discount these hinted at warnings of doom and horror, and insist on the rational approach.
First there is the natural claustrophobia and tension which might arise for any isolated group in wilderness. Then there is the added growing terror of – not the land of the midnight sun, but the time when it turns to the land of the noonday dark. The endless four month night.
Paver has us inhabit Jack’s mind, and it is the terror of one’s own fears which give this powerful novel its force.
I did not even need anything ‘unexplainable’ to happen to render me sweaty palmed, racing pulsed, and sick to my stomach in fear.
Imagining the howling wind, the intense darkness, the isolation of a frozen sea where no ship can come for several months was enough.
Imagine as the world turns to that four month darkness :
Only an hour or so of twilight is enough to confirm normality……Without that – when all you can see out the window is black………..The suspicion flickers at the edge of your mind: maybe there is nothing beyond those windows. Maybe there is only you in this cabin, and beyond it, the dark
Paver slowly ratchets up the endless darkness and a brooding malevolence in the limitless, icy wastes, where anything begins to be plausible, because imagination will make the impossible real.
Oh there certainly are recountings and happenings to make the hairs stand up on the back of the neck, but, for me, it is the confrontation with insidious thoughts and reflections which are the real chill
The stillness is back. The dead cold windless dark. That’s the truth. The dark. We’re the anomaly. Little flickering sparks on the crust of this spinning planet – and around it the dark
Atmospheric, haunting, and genuinely terrifying (if you have any imagination at all!)
I recommend it all right. At least while it is daylight.
The book is accompanied by illustrations of that Polar landscape, between the chapters.
FictionFan said:
Oooh, that sounds brilliant! This one makes it straight to the TBR – no messing around with shortlists and polls!! And what fabulous photos you’ve found – great review, milady!
Lady Fancifull said:
Gosh!!!!!!!! Falls over backwards, in need of smelling salts. I don’t know what it is about frozen isolation, – I’m incredibly drawn to thinking about it, and when I do, I both want to GO there and at the same time can terrify myself by looking at pictures of stunning, isolated, indifferent beauty. Was eagerly hoping that a factual account of one woman’s experience in the Arctic early in the twentieth century would have arrived by now, instead of which i had an email to say it got returned TO them as badly damaged by Royal Mail and they would be issuing me a refund. Suppose I’ll have to go for the Kindle download instead as I’ve been teasing myself with its arrival. Maybe I should just take a few ice-cubes out of the freezer and look at them, to keep me going………….
FictionFan said:
Tut! In these environmetally conscious days you can’t waste perfectly good ice-cubes like that! Pop them in a glass of Laphroaig…
Lady Fancifull said:
And I thought a good Scottish person only allowed WATER to be added to whisky, if it was not going to be drunk in naked purity!
FictionFan said:
Och, aye, hen – but ice is jus’ watter, efter a’. An’ up here, it’s sae cauld there’s no’ mich difference maist o’ the time…
Lady Fancifull said:
Disnae freezin the whusky inhibit the guid volatile aromas though, hen (I hope you can imagine the mangle of cod Scottish burr and cutglass Southron vowels between Disnae (or even Disney) and volatile aromas
FictionFan said:
Aye, mebbe so. But it disnae stop ye gettin’ blootered, which is the main purpose efter a’… 😉
WORDMAN said:
This sounds like something I will read. And, because you like it so much, you may also enjoy reading ‘The Terror’ by Dan Simmons. If you do read it, and survive – I, for one, will be most interested in your Review.
Lady Fancifull said:
This sounds like a plot to murder bloggers Wordman. Will have a look at this and see if it looks like something I can read without shuffling off this mortal!
5eyedbookworm said:
This sounds fascinating. I’d definitely read it based on your review. Adding it now to my TBR list!
Lady Fancifull said:
Yes it is a corker and I’m steering friends in real to shimmy down to the bookstore to get this. Someone has now pushed me towards a real account of a woman who went to the Arctic in the early 20th century which is supposed to be a fascinating read. Am coldly excited!
Jilanne Hoffmann said:
Ok, I’m on board. Will be calling my bookstore to order it. I’m writing a post this very minute about people who hoard books. We don’t know any of those people, do we?
Lady Fancifull said:
Absolutely not. But just for anthropological reasons (studying a group of people SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO unlike me) I will have to read your post. And if it isn’t informative enough, I’ll have to buy a book about people who hoard books. Ermmmmmm. There’s a flaw in the logic of that, somewhere, but I’m BLOWED if i can spot it.
I think you’ll enjoy the Paver.
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