

Perdido Street Station by China Miéville 01/07/2002 . Source: Stephen Hunt 
pub: Pan. 867 page softcover. Price: £7.99. (UK). ISBN: 0-330-39289-1. Buy from Amazon US - Buy from Amazon UK nb: US titles may only be available from Amazon US, and UK titles from Amazon UK. One of the recurring pieces of advice given
to struggling wannabe authors is to find an 'original voice'.
Then every so often an author comes along with a voice so original
that he or she practically creates a new sub-genre.
Gibson
did it with cyberpunk, E. E. Doc Smith did it with space opera.
Tolkien did it with sword and sorcery. And now our China has done
it with his Dickens-style SF London warped into some terrible, mutant
Gormenghast-bad arse city.
The town in question is New Crobuzon, set - like Gormenghast -
in a world without any explanation save its own presence. Is New
Crobuzon fantasy? Is it an alternative reality? Is it London in
an incredibly far future? Is it an alien world? Who knows, just
kick back and enjoy the procession of the bizarre that China whips
into existence before you.
The main plot line concerns a rogue human scientist, Isaac, and
his quest to find a way to grow a new set of wings for an exiled
warrior from an avian species, the Garuda. Said flying desert warrior
has had his wings amputated as a punishment for some strange crime
of philosophy against his people.
Unfortunately for Issac, his quest to let his non-human patron
soar in the sky again leads to big trouble - both for him and the
city.
The universe is unique. New Crobuzon is a dirty, squalid mess,
loosely based in society & touch on the rookeries of early 19th
century London. Except that dozens of outlandish species inhabit
its streets in uneasy coexistence, ruthlessly ruled by a tyrannical
parliament which inflict horrific mutations and cruel genetic alterations
as punishment for the most minor crimes.
From democrats demanding a free press, to child criminals stealing
bread, sentences that could have been conjured up from the mind
of a Nazi doctor are handed out widely by the city's courts. The
patrician rulers are fighting a running battle to keep a lid on
the simmering slow motion riot of its citizenry.
There is a side-nod to steam-punk, with babbage machines, steam-powered
robots, and Victorian-like brands proliferating throughout the book's
pages.
If Michael Moorcock had been born in the early 1970s and was just
now turning his hand to creating a mutant hybrid of the cyberpunk
genre - as warped as any of the 'Remade' criminals shuffling through
the pages of Perdido Street - such a bastard, inventive work might
have been birthed.
Weird. Disturbing. Compulsive reading.
Stephen Hunt.

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