It’s time he finished his novel, a follow-up to a moderate success. It’s about electricity, a topic, he admits, much too general to be worth a damn. It will be written “in dialogue form, where it remains unclear who is who.” Stay with him here, this narrator in the prologue. About the style he has chosen for his novel he says, “it amused me a good deal at first, in an egotistical way, of course—for what else can such amusement be?” The reader finishes the prologue and, forewarned, turns to “The First Chapter of the Novel.” It is what our narrator promised—the first chapter of a novel all in dialogue spoken by characters difficult to pin down. A middle-aged Estonian man gets interrogated (by a reporter? a cop? an old friend?) about his plan to destroy the Liikola Power Station. The man’s hope: the beginning of the end of modernity. A single act of terrorism will start the downward spiral of civilization, the age of electric imperialism. This man is convincing, and some readers will be thinking, “Here it is at last—the apocalyptic, post-Soviet, metaphysical, political thriller I’ve been waiting for.”
But wait, the next chapter is titled “Reality.”
The writer from the prologue returns. The novel he has begun frightens him; it surprises. Where does this come from, he wonders. Might he actually want to blow something up? He believes a long-dead uncle had been a revolutionary in Estonia’s 1918 independence movement. He finds proof in the abandoned house of his childhood. Have his genes been dormant till now?
After “First Chapter of the Novel (Cont.)” comes “Susie” and what seems to be the beginning of the novel’s (not the novel-within-the-novel’s) main point of tension. The narrator’s nihilism, pessimism, and inability to bridge his inner with his outer life cause him to lose a woman he almost cares for. His thoughts are all Susie, and he can’t finish the pesky novel. Then, like a force of nature, the unfinished manuscript begins to work its way into the narrator’s reality. Unexplained power outages, packs of angry dogs running wild, urban cannibalism, and eventually a man with the wherewithal to shut the power off will force the narrator to decide whether to get in, get dirty, and endure, or retire completely from modern life.
Sound confusing? Sound familiar? Things in the Night is neither. Unt annihilates genre...
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