Ice Trilogy, by Vladimir Sorokin
The Ice Trilogy is a huge and sprawling metaphysical, science-fiction, satirical epic, and one of the best books I've ever read. The narrative spans over one hundred years, told from the point of view of dozens of people, and mixes in elements of every genre from horror to erotica, and from conspiracy thriller to historical fiction. And what's more, it's all written with the skill of a master, and translated with perfection.
The plot is rather simple: there are 23,000 rays of light that created the universe. These light beings created the Earth, and then accidentally became trapped here. Throughout the eons of time and the course of evolution, the rays of light were reincarnated in humanity. A cosmic event awakens the collective ancient memories of these beings and thus they try to reunite all 23,000 of their brothers and sisters (forming the Brotherhood of Light) together in order to escape the Earth, and bring about the end of the world of the meat machines (their term for human beings).
To accomplish this, the brotherhood must infiltrate and utilize the various forms of government-rule and social institutions, thus building a labyrinth of conspiracy and urban-myth, as they participate in all manner of covert and public operations; the Brotherhood uses everything from Nazi fascism during WWII to VR Videogames to accomplish their goal. And at each stage of their century-long operation, the chilling reality of their actions becomes more tangible and disturbing.
What is most remarkable is how well Sorokin tells his story. He captures the unique and individual voice of dozens of characters, and tells a compelling story that is practically devoid of a central protagonist or dramatic drive. There are scenes of action and drama, and characters and moments that I will remember, but Sorokin's tale is not a personal one. It is grand and sweeping. He is telling the story of a large group of people who act as one. Yes we get small individual tales and testimonies throughout, but this is not a book about a single or group of protagonists doing certain plot-driven things.
And even at seven hundred pages, Sorokin has left me wanting more. A lot more. I want to more more about the Brotherhood and their actions, about how they accomplished certain things, and more about certain actions. I feel as though there is an entire trilogy of unknown material hidden within the layers of the one Sorokin gave us. The only other time I've felt like this with a series of novels is with Stephen King's The Dark Tower.
I began the book with some trepidation; it has received a number of very mediocre reviews. After finishing it, I must say that I don't understand how someone could say this book is simply OK, or not too bad or good. It seems, to me, to be a LOVE it or HATE it kind of book. I completely understand someone giving it one-star or five-stars, but I don't understand the middling reception. And as for me, as I've already stated, I absolutely loved it, and I will most definitely be checking out more from Sorokin.