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24 of 26 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
"Huge and mighty forms, that do not live like living men", July 12, 2002
Tim Powers does not write ordinary books. From my ancient copy of 'The Drawing of the Dark' until now, Powers has managed to find a unique vision with each new effort. Even in a genre that is noted for its imaginative flare. This time he has produced a novel that is part John Le Carre, part John Milton, and part H. P. Lovecraft, and, of course, all Tim Powers.The story starts in 1963, when Andrew Hale, a minor British academic, is called back into action by one of England's most obscure espionage organizations. On top of Mount Ararat things are stirring, and Andrew's assignment is to foil the efforts of a Russian expedition intended to establish further communication with the residents of that legendary mountain. These are those who have 'looked on God's face and will see it nevermore,' those fallen angels that did not plummet all the way to hell, but remain here with us. He is uniquely qualified for this task, having already had several brushes with these alien spirits. Hale shares this story with a collection of characters that, at first, appear to be mundane spies doing ordinary undercover sorts of things. But, gradually, almost one word at a time, each reveals unexpected qualities and powers. Elena, a Russian spy whom Hale falls in love with teaches him how to walk with a pacing that makes him invisible. Kim Philby, another British spy, is actually a Russian agent. He has some strange linkage to Hale, and was born with the knack for being in two places at once. Powers tells this tale in parallel, gradually bringing the story of Hale's origins, the making of him into a spy, his work during World War II, and his several brushes with the demonic into sharper and sharper focus. Initially, this is a bit confusing, for we see the bits of plot and character out of order. Like looking at a faceted gem from too close a distance it takes some time before the stones entire shape is visible. There is a rhythm to the writing, and, once it is mastered, the story begins to unfold in compelling detail. [Philby is based on a historical British espionage figure, who actually did defect to the Russians.] The story meanders not only over time, but over place as well. Britain, France, Russia, the Middle East, and, repeatedly, Mount Ararat. Its interior landscape is just as varied and unpredictable. Strange voices and sounds pour forth from short wave radios. Ankhs and anchors serve unexpected purposes. And Russia's guardian angel wanders through graveyards looking for a bite to eat. As I have already indicated, the book starts slowly. It is over 500 pages, and for a while I was afraid that its fragmentary start was a bad omen. Persistence paid off, however, and in the final analysis, I found the book a strangely rewarding read. This is a tale made up of subtle detailing, not suspense and action, and so will not be every reader's cup of tea. Tim Powers is addictive, though, and the patient fan will find 'Declare' a great treat.
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