The
Luminaries, Eleanor Catton, Granta, 2013
“There
is no truth except truth in relation and heavenly relation is composed of
wheels in motion, tilting axes, turning dials; it is a clock work orchestration
that alters every minute, never repeating, never still.”
Eleanor
Catton, all of 29 years won the 2013 Man Booker Prize for her second book, The
Luminaries. Born in Canada and raised in New Zealand, Catton had literally travelled
pole to pole, wondering at the sky turned upside down and all the restless inhabitants
of the firmament, who with their limitless influence on the human life beneath,
would partner her in grand and breathtaking story telling. The book begins with
the arrival of a stranger in the gold fields of New Zealand in the 19th
century. He abruptly enters a stormy world of greed, passion and ambition and
soon becomes an impromptu witness and inevitable insider. The intimate world of
a digger’s town, rankled by a series of mysteries too incredible even for the
schemers and conspirators, is slowly brought to light. It seems as though every
man in town has an insignificant piece of the puzzle and a great claim to the
outcome of fates. The sea farers, opium traders, masters and slaves are thrown
into a devilish world of death, disappearance and treasure. In a land where
every fellow is a stranger to the next man and foreign to the soil, the muddied
and stained states of affairs conjure up unlikely alliances.
A young
heir to great wealth goes missing on a night an infamous prostitute tries to
commit suicide. A hermit in the woods ends up dead with immeasurable wealth
stowed away in his cottage. A harmless trunk disappears, a strange woman
appears with occult powers to exorcise secrets from planets and stars. A rich tapestry
unfolds to reveal a brilliant and exquisite story that gradually impacts the
reader with a style that is substantial, grounded and strong.
Catton
remains true to the moods of strange times in a virgin land that is slowly
being ravished by all kinds of men. The subtle pull of tension between the
white man and the aborigine, master and slave, man and woman- all of whom covet
wealth and safe passage to a serene future- is brought out exceptionally well. The
capricious ambience of a gold mine that lures and traps men, smothers and
nourishes their ambition, leads to unimaginable conflicts in the lives of the
characters. In a land where one wills his destiny through the sheer acuity of
one’s perception as if one is playing at whist, death and danger lurk like
shadows. The only thing that is fixed and unassailable is what the mythical
stars weave with their cold hands over slouch hats and flayed corpses- inchoate
tales of elusive destinies. A brilliant book from a promising author!
No comments:
Post a Comment