Book Review: Sleepless

 

Charlie Huston. Sleepless: A Novel. New York: Ballantine Books, 2010. 368 pages.

Charlie Huston’s latest novel is a thought-provoking mix of several strands: noirish mystery, police procedural, hard medical science fiction (think ANDROMEDA STRAIN), dystopian near-future Los Angeles, narco-thriller, zombie horror-fest, and philosophical love story. It’s a credit to the author that all of these genres not only work together, but actually complement each other.

The plot is simple: a newly-mutated disease is causing an epidemic of sleeplessness that takes about a year to kill, painfully disintegrating its victims’ minds. One of the two lead characters is Parker Haas, a young detective with a wife afflicted with the disease and an infant daughter who may be. The other is a “problem solver” who becomes involved, at first obliquely, with the detective’s investigation into possibly bootlegged supplies of a drug that can provide relief, but not a cure, for the disease.

The story is more complex. Both of the leads are acutely self-aware (perhaps sometimes straining the point of credulity, but once you’ve accepted you’re reading a dystopian noir sci-fi zombie story, the odd narc with a philosophy Ph.D. or hitman connoisseur with OCD isn’t asking much more in the way of suspension of disbelief), which adds a layer of meaning to the action, and the portrait of Parker, his sleepless wife Rose, and their infant daughter is realistic and nuanced. What makes it powerful is that Huston has used the core of the new-parent experience–sleeplessness, anxiety, disconnection from the outside world–as the model for the entire world. It’s an intriguing concept that will probably grab you–I read this book in a sitting-and-a-half over a sleepless night on a cross-country flight and the next day’s aftermath. You don’t have to be at that slightly dreamy stage of sleep deprivation to get into this book, but it probably helps you get the story on a more emotional level.

Huston does some interesting things with structure, too. There are three different kinds of narrative: Third person, based on Park’s experiences; first person, as told by Park; and first person, as told by the problem solver. There’s a little bit of a learning curve over the first few pages, but once you grok what’s going on, it works brilliantly.

SLEEPLESS works so well because Huston builds a realistic world. His insights into video gaming, as related through the in-book game Chasm Tide, a World of Warcraft-style immersive multi-player game, would make for interesting sociology, but they really help create a universe in which his plot–and his characters–make sense.

It’s a credit to Huston’s skill that he’s able to build a solid world out of such disparate elements, and it’s refreshing to read a writer who’s not afraid to take chances with his storytelling. This is the second Huston novel I’ve read, and it won’t be the last. Highly recommend.

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  1. It’s good to hear this phrase ‘learning curve’ applied to book reading. It usually takes me a few pages to ‘catch on to’ certain writers’ styles…but I’ve never actually heard this “learning curve” phrase applied to that ‘beginning’ process of book reading.

    As far as reading with “sleep deprivation”…that’s a condition I’ve been dealing with for the last 16 years…rarely getting more than 4 hours sleep at a time…unless I have some HST style ‘herbal relief’. Read into that what you will..but it’s a true condition…(and definitely ‘too much info’ haha.)

    I picked up a new book last week. It’s called:

    ‘Hellraisers: The Life and Inebriated Times of Richard Burton, Richard Harris, Peter O’ Toole and Oliver Reed’.

    I’m not a boozer, so I don’t actually know why this book appealed to me. And I’m definitely not the sort to pull wild & crazy drunken antics. Nor one to try proving my masculinity by how many shots I can drink. To me, that’s really ‘old-school behavior’.

    But this generation of guys seemed to admire the fact that a ‘real-man’ was able to climb up drain-pipes and crawl into women’s windows…or else go on three day drunken binges where they woke up in other cities or countries…rarely remembering how they ever got there (and often looking outside to see their car smashed into a tree or something).

    These guys prided themselves on being able to hold a bar-ful of people’s attention, for hours on end, with tales of their wild escapades. And oddly enough…this Oliver Reed fellow was always able to do a perfect ‘held push-up’, on a bar-counter…holding his body perfectly vertical…even after having consumed 126 pints in 24 hours (there’s a photo to prove it).

    Yeah. This is definitely ‘old-school’ British and Welch behavior (and the sort of lifestyle that HST must have tried living up to).

    This is one of the few non-fiction books I’ve ever read that doesn’t have any chapter breaks. And the writer does a fairly good job of telling the four different biographies in a sort of simultaneous chronological order.

    Though this sort of bombastic behavior doesn’t appeal to me at all personally…it IS fun to read about drunken and famous millionaires whose main desire is to shock people with their zany antics. I can’t remember the French phrase for this syndrome (‘Terrible Infant’?) …but these guys really spent a lot of energy trying to prove who could do the wildest things.

    In a way, I think they wanted to be thought of as the ‘maximized’ English version of the Rat Pack or something.

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  2. Correction. horizontal…not “vertical”. hahahaha

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