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Edited by Corinna Cape

Sequoia Nagamatsu’s How High We Go in the Dark (William Morrow, 2022) is the first book I’ll review that’s published in the new year, and, well, it is a doozy! About halfway through the book, I kept thinking that it reminded me a little bit of Cloud Atlas, especially in the ways that Nagamatsu brings together interlinked stories through the repetition of certain characters and motifs.
The novel is one that truly speaks to this current moment, so let’s hazard something of a plot summary here (without major spoilers). The basic premise is that a disease has been unleashed via microbes that emerge out of the Siberian permafrost. The disease initially targets the young, causing their cells to become infected and to begin to change: something that was once a cell found in a heart shifts into something that is supposed to belong in the liver. Thus, the disease has something of a shapeshifting quality. The problem is of course the organs begin be compromised over time. Without a cure, affected individuals can only hope to find a donor, so that they can get a replacement organ. Nevertheless, this treatment is not a cure and only buys the individual more time. The novel, for the most part, reads as extended elegies. Different sections focus on how individuals of various stripes and types (of all walks of life) deal with how the plague has affected them. In the second section, for instance, we are taken into the perspective of a budding Asian American comedian who finds his greatest job at an amusement park that doubles as a euthanasia site. Yes, you heard it here: the amusement park gives families a final day in which to bond, at the end of which the kids go on a ride, which euthanizes them. Another section explores the ethics of genetic engineering, as a pig becomes sentient. The scientist tasked to work with this pig attempts to free him from the facility, but the pig, Fitch, ends up deciding to donate his body so that it can be used to find a cure for the plague. In yet another section, a man works at an elegy hotel, locations that enable families to deal with their loss. He also must navigate complicated family dynamics, as his mother is slowly succumbing to the virus, and he is the best family member to come to her aid once she passes away.
Perhaps, the most devastating chapter is the one involving a man who must watch as his wife slowly succumbs to the virus. He fixes robotic dogs, and his wife has taken to the various services these dogs can provide. Their pet robotic dog, Hollywood, becomes a kind of vessel for the wife’s personality and memories. She teaches the dog to sing in her voice, to speak in her voice, and even to record some of her memories. The problem is that these dogs do not last forever, so even as there is an essence to her that has transferred into the dog, it will not be sustained over time. These sections are more or less loosely linked: the plague impacts everyone in this novel, and characters are referred to obliquely from one story to the next. This novel is, of course, one very aware of this contemporary moment, where so much death shrouds us in everyday life. About two years ago, my mother passed away from a very long bout with cancer. I couldn’t help but think of her throughout my reading of this novel, precisely because Nagamatsu’s gift is granting dignity to characters who must face such devastating losses. It is certainly something we must all grapple with in this time of COVID. The latter sections take interesting turns, with the final chapter being the biggest doozy. You’ll want to be patient and read this section slowly, so you’ll understand how things are all wrapped up together. The expansive nature of this novel is impressive given the fact that it is ultimately contained in under 300 pages. Luxuriate in Nagamatsu’s prose, while you keep some tissues nearby.
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Edited by Corinna Cape

Sequoia Nagamatsu’s How High We Go in the Dark (William Morrow, 2022) is the first book I’ll review that’s published in the new year, and, well, it is a doozy! About halfway through the book, I kept thinking that it reminded me a little bit of Cloud Atlas, especially in the ways that Nagamatsu brings together interlinked stories through the repetition of certain characters and motifs.
The novel is one that truly speaks to this current moment, so let’s hazard something of a plot summary here (without major spoilers). The basic premise is that a disease has been unleashed via microbes that emerge out of the Siberian permafrost. The disease initially targets the young, causing their cells to become infected and to begin to change: something that was once a cell found in a heart shifts into something that is supposed to belong in the liver. Thus, the disease has something of a shapeshifting quality. The problem is of course the organs begin be compromised over time. Without a cure, affected individuals can only hope to find a donor, so that they can get a replacement organ. Nevertheless, this treatment is not a cure and only buys the individual more time. The novel, for the most part, reads as extended elegies. Different sections focus on how individuals of various stripes and types (of all walks of life) deal with how the plague has affected them. In the second section, for instance, we are taken into the perspective of a budding Asian American comedian who finds his greatest job at an amusement park that doubles as a euthanasia site. Yes, you heard it here: the amusement park gives families a final day in which to bond, at the end of which the kids go on a ride, which euthanizes them. Another section explores the ethics of genetic engineering, as a pig becomes sentient. The scientist tasked to work with this pig attempts to free him from the facility, but the pig, Fitch, ends up deciding to donate his body so that it can be used to find a cure for the plague. In yet another section, a man works at an elegy hotel, locations that enable families to deal with their loss. He also must navigate complicated family dynamics, as his mother is slowly succumbing to the virus, and he is the best family member to come to her aid once she passes away.
Perhaps, the most devastating chapter is the one involving a man who must watch as his wife slowly succumbs to the virus. He fixes robotic dogs, and his wife has taken to the various services these dogs can provide. Their pet robotic dog, Hollywood, becomes a kind of vessel for the wife’s personality and memories. She teaches the dog to sing in her voice, to speak in her voice, and even to record some of her memories. The problem is that these dogs do not last forever, so even as there is an essence to her that has transferred into the dog, it will not be sustained over time. These sections are more or less loosely linked: the plague impacts everyone in this novel, and characters are referred to obliquely from one story to the next. This novel is, of course, one very aware of this contemporary moment, where so much death shrouds us in everyday life. About two years ago, my mother passed away from a very long bout with cancer. I couldn’t help but think of her throughout my reading of this novel, precisely because Nagamatsu’s gift is granting dignity to characters who must face such devastating losses. It is certainly something we must all grapple with in this time of COVID. The latter sections take interesting turns, with the final chapter being the biggest doozy. You’ll want to be patient and read this section slowly, so you’ll understand how things are all wrapped up together. The expansive nature of this novel is impressive given the fact that it is ultimately contained in under 300 pages. Luxuriate in Nagamatsu’s prose, while you keep some tissues nearby.
Buy the Book Here