Where Monsters Dwell by Jørgen Brekke
Present-day seers without
the benefit of oracles from Delphi have confidently predicted what the future
holds for the "14ers" (babies born in 2014). Apparently, along with car keys,
DVDs and light bulbs that work, dead tree books are something those little
hands will never hold. I will boldly take the position that the Golden Books
and Dr.Seuss are safe for a while, because tiny fingers can access them easily
(no password protection) and they taste better too. It’s amazing to contemplate
the disappearance of something that has been highly valued for centuries.
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." ("The Raven," Edgar Allan Poe)
Of course, that is because
the value of a book extends far beyond the words encompassed between its
covers. Sometimes, a good story can encapsulate some of the essence of the value
of writing, and writers and books that have crossed the paths of many
individuals and affected their lives by their very existence.
This is the case in Jørgen Brekke’s Where Monsters Dwell (translated from the Norwegian by Steven T. Murray; to be published by Minotaur on February 11, 2014).
It all starts with a book, a
unique volume, the only one of its kind.
Efrahim Bond was working as a librarian in
his office at the Edgar Allan Poe Museum in Richmond, Virginia. He had ended up there after a somewhat nomadic career, but was satisfied because he had come
across the find of a lifetime. He had fragments of a book known as The Johannes Book, written by a mendicant
friar who lived in Norway during the 1500s.
It was a book handwritten on
parchment, from an age when paper was becoming more common. From what Bond could
read, the book contained confessions of a grisly nature. He heard a knock.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, / Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— / While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, / As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door." / 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— / Only this and nothing more." ("The Raven," Edgar Allan Poe)
It was the
cleaning woman at the museum who made the gruesome
discovery of Efrahim Bond's remains, in a state worse than anything imagined by the
master of the macabre himself, Edgar Allan Poe. Poe spent much of his childhood in Richmond, Virginia, and studied at the University of Virginia in Charlottesville before he enlisted in the military. While in Richmond, he enjoyed the full use of his mental faculties; it was only later that he began to have periods of mental problems that remain undefined to this day.
the same time Efrahim was meeting his fate, in a Kingdom by the Sea (a/k/a Norway, by the Norwegian, the North
and Barents Seas) Jon Vatten rode his disintegrating bicycle to the Gunnerus
Library in Trondheim, Norway, where he worked as the chief of security. One of the main treasures of this library is The Johannes Book.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things
which escape those who dream only by night. ("Eleonora," Edgar Allan Poe)
liked weekends best, because he had free time to work a bit on his thoughts
about what actually killed Edgar Allan Poe. He was fascinated by the idea that such a preeminent writer should die destitute. He’d had the opportunity to visit
the museum in Richmond, Virginia, the summer before.
poem should remind the reader that they are going to die." (Edgar Allan Poe)
Before Vatten got settled into his day, he
was introduced to a new librarian named Siri Holm. Her avocation was to
figure out the identity of the villain in any murder mystery before the end of
the first third of the book. To do this, she has some interesting theories. But, perhaps, her main skill was seduction. The Gunnerus Library passed a quiet weekend, but on Monday morning a mutilated body was found in the book vault by the head of the library.
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded.... ("The Tell-Tale Heart," Edgar Allan Poe)
The body is that of the librarian Gunna Britte Dahle, whom Siri had just replaced. Gunna had also been
to the Poe museum in Richmond in recent months. The motive for the killing was
unclear but it, like the murder in Richmond, had the air of fiction about it, as
if it had been imagined ahead of time.
Over the Mountains / Of the Moon, / Down the Valley of the Shadow, / Ride, boldly ride ("Eldorado," Edgar Allan Poe)
Felicia Stone of the Richmond
police follows her nose and some subtle clues, which lead her to the Norway
connection, and she works with Chief Insp. Odd Singsaker of the Trondheim police to make
sense of the madness. The murderer is not yet finished and the clues are few.
Grains of the golden sand— / How few! yet how they creep / Through my fingers to the deep, / While I weep—while I weep! ("A Dream within a Dream," Edgar Allan Poe)
Despite the fact that I
found the murders extremely grisly, the story itself was intriguing.
Jørgen Brekke interweaves a marvelous
history of the creation of The Johannes Book into the story, and tells the
reader a fascinating tale of how anatomic dissection first became acceptable as
a route to medical knowledge, then finally legal. He also gives some absorbing
details of how early books were put together in the era when the basic raw
materials were scarce. Imagine the excitement when, over 500 years ago, printer Teobaldo Manucci (a/k/a Aldus Manutius) invented strange
little vellum-bound books that a reader could easily carry under his arm. Brekke's scattered pearls of the life history of Edgar Allan Poe were decorations on the cake.
We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the
dull world around us into dreams. ("The Mystery of
Marie Rogêt," Edgar Allan Poe)
The pundits may be correct
in their predictions of a society without dead-tree books. In my own office, magazines are
disappearing since the advent of e-readers, the Kindle app and newspaper apps for smart phones. But most of the people I ask have no idea of the
name of the book they are reading, nor its author––and it doesn’t seem to matter to them, because the books themselves are simply chosen because they are free or very low
A niece of mine goes to a school where there are no textbooks, only iPads, and the students get along very well. I will have to check whether crayons have gone the way of cursive in this school. Surely Crayola crayons are here to stay.
In fact, the country’s first
totally digital public library system opened in San Antonio, Texas this week.
The place (can it really be called a library?) is called Bibliotech. Appropriately, this name is inspired in part from the Spanish word for library––biblioteca. The Oxford English
Dictionary defines library as "a
building or room containing collections of books, periodicals, and sometimes
films and recorded music for people to read, borrow, or refer to." So it
is an appropriate use of the word.
There have been other
libraries without printed books; for one, the Tucson-Pima Public library system
opened such a branch, but the people who lived in the community demanded print
books be added to the shelves. I am not alone.
Note: I received a free review copy of Brekke's Where Monsters Dwell. Some versions of this review may appear elsewhere under my user name there.
Great post! It is so true that some of the things we grew up with, the newer generations will only read about (on their iPads...). Now even most textbooks are electronic. It will be a sad day, when all goes electronic and we lose that wonderful feeling of a book in our hands.ReplyDelete
All we need to fear now are power outages such as we had during storm Hercules and the polar vortex freezes.
Ha! No kidding - power outages were frequent when I was growing up and there's always the intense fear that snow will knock out power here. When it happens, there's no guarantee my e reader will be fully charged but my growing collection of physical books isn't going anywhere! I'm hoping to add WHERE MONSTERS DWELL to that collection very soon :)ReplyDelete
Brekke has two more novels written in the Odd Singsaker series that have their future English names so I hope they will be translated soon. Odd is a very interesting protagonist with an intriguing background so new books can't come too soon for me.