On 19th August 1987 Michael Ryan carried
out a massacre in the normally quiet streets of a little Berkshire town called
Hungerford. Christopher Priest happened to be in Hungerford that day; though
never in any danger, the proximity to violence clearly stayed with him.
Eventually it began to emerge as a novel to be called The Cull, but as he began
writing there was another massacre. On 13th March 1996 Thomas Hamilton took a
collection of guns into a school in Dunblane, Scotland, and killed 16 children
and their teacher. Thus part of the genesis of The Extremes, as The Cull
eventually became known, a novel that is darker and more violent than anything
else Priest has written.
The rest can be found in Priest's other
novels, particularly the string of haunting, uneasy psychological dramas from A
Dream of Wessex (The Perfect Lover, 1977) up to The Prestige
(1996). Themes and images that recur throughout those books all find an echo in
The Extremes. In the opening scene, for instance, we see a young Teresa
Gravatt, child of a mixed American-British marriage, growing up on an American
army base outside Liverpool. She is lonely, her only friend an imaginary
playmate, until Teresa finds her father's revolver and even that comfort is
shattered. It is a curious moment, detached from the rest of the novel, seeming
to cast a clear but not necessarily significant light on the psychology of the
central character; until Priest returns to it briefly right at the end of the
book, refracts the scene through a different perspective, and suddenly we are
plunged into the vertiginous world of doubles that echoed and re-echoed
throughout The Prestige.
Teresa has returned to the States, grown
up, become an FBI agent and married fellow agent Andy Simons. Then her husband
is killed when a gunman goes wild in a small town shopping mall in Texas. By a
curious coincidence there is a similar shooting incident in Britain on the same
day, and Teresa, on indefinite leave, returns to Britain as if she might find
some solution for her own grief in the small Sussex town of Bulverton. Of
course, in Priest's work there is no such thing as coincidence: each twinning
of people or places or events is no more than a tightening of the noose around
our notions of reality. The echoes between Bulverton and Texas prove to be
greater than anticipated, but the network of interconnections can only be
completed by stepping outside consensus reality. And here we cross the second
boundary between parallel worlds in The Extremes.
As part of her FBI training, Teresa used
Extreme Experience - ExEx - a form of virtual reality in which she became a
participant in real crimes of the past, learning through violent experience how
and when to react. Now ExEx is available to the public - there is an outlet on
the edge of Bulverton - and even more than pornography the most popular
scenarios involve violent crime. In fact, a blandly arrogant team from GunHo,
the world's largest ExEx corporation, is in Bulverton signing up the survivors
of the massacre so their memories can be used in creating a new scenario, and
resenting the way that Teresa's researches are muddying the water. But Teresa
discovers that ExEx is already implicated in the crime. The gunman, Gerry
Grove, first killed a family picnicking in the woods, then he went to ExEx and
there was a gap of several hours not fully accounted for in any of the reports
before he resumed his shooting spree. More curious still: he had two guns, he
used those two guns to commit all his murders, the same two guns were with him
when he was finally killed; yet two identical guns were later found in the boot
of his car, abandoned outside the ExEx building. It is this inexplicable
doubling that gives the first clue as to how strange this story will become.
For Teresa doesn't just investigate ExEx,
she enters their scenarios, learns how to change the behaviour of the
characters she inhabits, explores the limits of their digital worlds,
eventually she is able to converse with the character in a porn scenario.
Gradually, as the novel progresses, Teresa is able to link together scenarios
until they build into a true parallel reality, one with a chilling ability to
have a retrospective effect on our own everyday world. Then she enters the
Bulverton massacre scenario, and finds herself inside the mind of Gerry Grove.
One of the figures that is repeated time
and again throughout Christopher Priest's work is the psycho-sexual triangle:
one woman finds herself caught between two men who, in coarse terms, represent
good and evil. It is there in A Dream of Wessex, for instance, and again
in The Glamour (1984), and a distorted version of it is woven into the
pattern that forms the final third of The Extremes. Here however, for
the first time, the sole viewpoint character is the woman, Teresa (it helps
that in this instance both men, her husband Andy Simons and the murderer Gerry
Grove, have been killed before the novel opens). The nasty, brutish interplay
between Teresa and Grove is probably the best part of this very powerful and
effective book.
Priest has always avoided violence.
Though there is usually drama enough in his work, outright brutality plays next
to no part in any of his novels before this, yet here it is the very warp and
weft of the story. He handles the change of subject well; there is, for
instance, none of the queasiness with which he approached perverse sex in The
Quiet Woman (1990) and which irreparably damaged that novel. Rather he
maintains his usual cool, distanced approach. There is no overt emotion in his
language, which suits the story extraordinarily well; the most extreme human
behaviour and the most outrageous twist in the fabric of reality are both made
to seem believable by the simple factual language with which they are
described.
There are times, still, when the simple
thriller that The Cull might have been peeks through the dense layering of The
Extremes, but when it does that only emphasises the complexity of this
novel. In subject matter, The Extremes clearly suggests that Priest is
moving, belatedly, into the realm of the cyberpunks, but he is in fact
approaching virtual reality with a very different aesthetic. Where, for William
Gibson or Pat Cadigan, for instance, the computer creates an other world
clearly different from our own in its colours, shapes and most commonly its
spaces; for Priest, virtual reality is indistinguishable from our own reality.
One enters clearly into a here and now that may have its boundaries, but which
within its narrow compass is a mirror for our world. Another example of the
doubling that echoes throughout his recent work, what is important about this
version of virtual reality is that the borders between the realities become
increasingly hard to see. There is no other world, this is not a place that we
enter as we might enter Gibson's cyberspace or Greg Egan's Permutation City;
Priest does not allow that escape, only endlessly different perspectives on the
same scene. Virtual reality has been a science fiction toy for years, brought
out whenever a writer wants to play with reality. Here, perhaps for the first
time, it becomes a precise surgical instrument slicing through our slender grip
on who and what and where we are.
As he has done triumphantly in The
Affirmation and The Prestige, Priest quietly overturns everything we
might rely on when we look for the surety of our own identity, the solidity of
our world. Whether this makes the book science fiction is, of course, another
matter. In the early 1980s Priest famously left science fiction, despite going
on to write such haunting books as The Affirmation and The Glamour,
which teased our notions of reality. He has gone on record as not wanting The Extremes
published as science fiction, more, I think, because he is afraid of the narrow
expectations such categorisation brings rather than from any dislike of the
genre. But after winning the World Fantasy Award as well as the mainstream
James Tait Black Memorial Award for his previous novel, The Prestige,
and with the powerful and at times harrowing take on virtual reality that he
achieves with The Extremes, it can not be denied that Priest's work is
once again central to any appreciation of what the genre is doing today.