A couple days ago I picked up a novel by an author I’ve never read before – China Miéville. It was essentially a random purchase based on the back cover synopsis and a cool title – Perdido Street Station. So far, I’ve read about 1 page and he’s completely blown me away. One paragraph in particular pulled me in simply by the incredibly strong images drawn as I read. This is a description of the city of New Crobuzon:
The river twists and turns to face the city. It looms suddenly, massive, stamped on the landscape. Its light wells up around the surrounds, the rock hills, like bruise-blood. Its dirty towers glow. I am debased. I am compelled to worship this extraordinary presence that has silted into existence at the conjunction of two rivers. It is a vast pollutant, a stench, a klaxon sounding. Fat chimneys retch dirt into the sky even now in the deep night. It is not the current which pulls us but the city itself, its weight sucks us in. Faint shouts, here and there the call of beasts, the obscene clash and pounding from the factories as huge machines rut. Railways trace urban anatomy like protruding veins. Red brick and dark walls, squat churches like troglodytic things, ragged awnings flickering, cobbled mazes in the old town, cuts-de-sac, sewers riddling the earth like secular sepulchres, a new landscape of wasteground, crushed stone, libraries fat with forgotten volumes, old hospitals, towerblocks, ships and metal claws that lift cargoes from the water.
How could we not see this appraoaching? What trick of topography is this, that lets the sprawling monster hide behind corners to leap out at the traveller?
It is too late to flee.
- China Miéville, Perdido Street Station, 2000.
I re-read that twice simply because it moved me that much. I rarely have to stop and pause and reflect after reading a selection. This was one of them. It belongs in my list of literary greatness alongside such things as W.H. Auden’s Who’s Who and Harlan Ellison’s short story, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. If this novel is as good as the first couple pages, then I have discovered a new treasure.
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