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Masterful, lush, and thoroughly unconventional, January 3, 2008
This review is from: The Theory of Clouds (Hardcover)
"In the early years of the nineteenth century, Kumo told Virginie, a number of unheralded and seemingly ordinary men across Europe began gazing up at clouds in a way that was serious and respectful yet also filled with longing. They looked at clouds as if they were in love with them." So begins the third paragraph in Stéphane Audeguy's incredible début novel "The Theory of Clouds." The novel received the 2005 prize Maurice Genevoix of the French Academy and has only recently become available in the a exquisite English translation by Timothy Bent.
"The Theory of Clouds" is a masterful, lush, and thoroughly unconventional historical novel about clouds and the men who have devoted their life to studying them over the course of the past two centuries. In particular, it is about the passionate fanaticism that lies just under the surface of an obsession.
I fell in love with the oddness and quiet allure of this work. The author weaves honest meteorological biography together with an equal quantity of fiction and, through a process akin to alchemy, comes up with something that feels more real than the truth.
The novel begins in the present day with the famous eccentric Japanese couturier Akira Kumo, owner and chief creative designer for a great clothing design house in Paris. Ten years earlier, Kumo had a life-altering event. When it resolved, he found that he had become obsessed with clouds. He started collecting every book he could get his hands on--in all the languages that he could read--concerning the subject. By the beginning of the novel, he has amassed a world-class collection consisting of "every single work devoted to clouds and more generally to meteorology written over the course of the last three centuries." But Kumo was missing one legendary book, "The Abercrombie Protocol," a lone manuscript of fundamental importance to the history of meteorology. Unfortunately "The Protocol" has remained outside his grasp. The manuscript remains concealed by the author's family. Nobody outside the family has ever seen it. Kumo will do almost anything to be able to purchase this manuscript, or at least know what it contains.
To this end, he hires a librarian, Virginie, ostensibly to catalogue his collection. However, instead of putting her to work, Kumo starts telling her the stories that make up the history of meteorology--stories about the many famous men who have been in love with clouds. The tales begin in the early 19th-century with Luke Howard, the British Quaker who first came up with the idea of giving clouds names like cirrus, stratus, and cumulus. They continue right up to the present day, each story getting darker and more irrational. Many are drawn from real historical figures. Others are the author's own creations. Some contain a strong undercurrent of eroticism, but these are not there for prurient interest; rather they appear to be included by the author to add synergy into these tales of passion.
Eventually, Kumo's Scheherazade-like retelling of the history of cloud science seduces Virginie inside the web of his obsession. Finally, Kumo is ready to send her off to London to try to obtain "The Abercrombie Protocol." She returns not with "The Protocol," but rather with the story of "The Protocol," and she proceeds to tell it to him in the same passionate style the Kumo has used to relate his stories to her.
This is undoubtedly a strange book. It will most likely not appeal to a wide range of readers. The plot is more a collection of many stories contained within the structure of another story--there is pure genius in the architecture and construction of the overall plot. But there is not the usual single strong driving story line that most readers seek. Also, many readers may be put off by the fact that all the characters in this book remain quite remote. No character is revealed completely in three dimensions; instead we witness each of these characters almost entirely as they engage with their obsessions. Many of the characters' eroticism and sexual passion are also revealed. Stripped of everything but their passions, the author appears to be trying to focus the reader toward some all-encompassing universal concept of passion--passion in all its guises, as it exists in a variety of human beings--in this case, all infatuated with clouds. For me, the overall effect was deliciously cerebral, sensuous, and profoundly psychological.
There is much more to this novel than the stories, the delving into the nature of passion, and whatever accumulated understanding about meteorology that a reader may absorb. The author also has a number of thematic messages about man's ability to domesticate the power of nature to his own ends, but I will leave these for the reader to discover.
The stories, the prose, and the architecture of the novel--all are at once subtle, sensual, and sublime. This novel enchanted me. I easily fell under its spell. I will treasure it and reread it again in a few years. Unfortunately, this is not a book that will have wide appeal, but I found it marvelous, and know that there are other readers out there who will also be overjoyed to find and read this odd little gem. I hope some of you read this review.
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