Light by Harrison - пока что похоже на Дж. К. Гримвуда в хорошем смысле, из того, что у Гримвуда попадалось - End of the World Blues, Stamping Butterflies. Т.е. несколько сюжетных линий: условно наша реальность в условно наши дни с одной стороны плюс полная фантастика далекого будущего с другой. Слои сплетаются, искрят в местах стыков, нормальная реальность идет трещинами, но держится: куча мелких странностей, и при этом ничего, что нельзя было бы списать на бред и галлюцинации одного-двух сумасшедших, помноженные на случайности и совпадения. Кстати о совпадениях, в сюжете то и дело упоминаются черные и белые кошки))), это мяу неспроста... Кстати о сумасшедших, имеется квантовый ученый, который
играет в пятнашки с буджумом и заставляет понятие mad scientist заиграть новыми красками))
warning! lengthy quoting'All this dreaming gets you nowhere,' his mother said.
Everyone said that. But by now he had found numbers. He had seen how the same sequences underlay the structure of a galaxy and a spiral shell. Randomness and determination, chaos and emergent order: the new tools of physics and biology. Years before computer modelling made bad art out of the monster in the Mandelbrot Set, Kearney had seen it, churning and streaming and turbulent at the heart of things. Numbers made him concentrate more: they encouraged him to pay attention. Where he had winced away from school life, with its mixture of boredom and savagery, he now welcomed it. Without all that, the numbers made him see, he would not go to Cambridge, where he could begin to work with the real structures of the world.
He had found numbers. In his first year at Trinity someone showed him the Tarot.
Her name was Inge. He took her to Brown's and, at her request, to a film called Black Cat White Cat by Emir Kusturica. She had long hands, an irritating laugh. She was from another college. 'Look!' she ordered. He leaned forward. Cards spilled across the old chenille tablecloth, fluorescing in the late afternoon light, each one a window on the great, shabby life of symbols. Kearney was astonished.
'I've never seen this before,' he said.
'Pay attention,' she ordered. The Major Arcana opened like a flower, combining into meaning as she spoke.
'But it's ridiculous,' he said.
She turned her dark eyes on him and never blinked.
Mathematics and prophecy: Kearney had known instantly that the two gestures were linked, but he couldn't say how. Then, waiting for a train to King's Cross the following morning, he identified a relationship between the flutter of cards falling in a quiet room and the flutter of changing destinations on the mechanical indicator boards at the railway station. This similarity rested, he was willing to admit, on a metaphor (for while a cast of the Tarot was-or seemed-random, the sequence of destinations was-or seemed-determined): but on the basis of it he decided to set out immediately on a series of journeys suggested by the fall of the cards. A few simple rules would determine the direction of each journey, but-in honour of the metaphor, perhaps-they would always be made by train.
He tried to explain this to Inge.
'Events we describe as random often aren't,' he said, watching her hands shuffle and deal, shuffle and deal. 'They're only unpredictable.' He was anxious she should understand the distinction.
'It's just a bit of fun,' she said.
В общем, очень надеюсь, что в дальнейшем не испортится.