Master of the Revels: A Return to Neal Stephenson’s
D.O.D.O.
By Nicole Galland. William Morrow. $29.99.
The full title of this book – which is
reasonably thick at 534 pages, but not exceptionally so when compared with its more-than-750-page
predecessor – explains more than most titles do about what readers can expect
from the novel. The book acknowledges and bows to Neal Stephenson – but he did
not write it. It is very much a sequel. And it revisits places (and times and
narrative approaches) in which readers really need to be grounded for Master of the Revels to have anything
approaching its intended effect. All that, just from the title.
Yet that is scarcely enough. Galland does
not quite have the outright cleverness with science-fictional tropes that
Stephenson possesses, and somehow the collaborative original brought out a vein
of wit and humor in the coauthors that is significantly diminished in this
sequel: it does not disappear entirely but somewhat changes character. Indeed,
it is a tossup to decide whether or not the original book is a must-read before
this one: it certainly is for an introduction to D.O.D.O. (the Department of
Diachronic Operations) and a first plunge into the multifaceted method of
D.O.D.O. storytelling – which in the first book involved letters, journals, official white papers, PowerPoint
presentations, an extended poem in the alliterative style of Beowulf, and more, and in this second
book includes many of the same forms of communication and a few additional
ones. On the other hand, Galland spends nearly the first 200 pages of Master of the Revels providing backstory,
which is really a bit too much for anyone who read the original book recently –
but is a huge help for anybody who does not remember it or has not read it at
all. The recap material is mostly well-integrated with the new narrative, which
means it is not possible simply to skip all of it and move along; but the
complexity of the original book requires a lot
of scene-setting and character elucidation, so Master of the Revels does not really get going on its own until
about a third of the way in.
When it does shift into high (or at least higher) gear, though,
Galland’s book stands up quite well to the inaugural volume of what now appears
to have become a series or, at the least, a trilogy. The new book is set five
years after – well, sort of “after,” this being a sequence about time travel –
the formation of D.O.D.O., whose leader has fallen under the control of a witch
named Gráinne, who is from 17th-century Ireland and
is determined to alter history so the year 1851, when the invention of
photography eclipsed magic forever, will be different enough to allow the 21st
century to be dominated by magic rather than science. Gráinne is the nominal nemesis of the D.O.D.O. spinoff
GRIMNIR, in which the tried-and-true operatives of the first book, Tristan
Lyons and Melisande Stokes, have regrouped – along with Tristan’s sister,
Robin, a new character – to undo whatever Gráinne undoes
and keep the future, or present as the case may be, pretty much as it has been
or will be (even writing about the
D.O.D.O. books can be confusing, given their time-travel and time-mixing
propensities).
It is not entirely clear whether Gráinne should
really be deemed evil, or only misguided, or whether perhaps she has a pretty
good point in what she is trying to do. Contemplation of this issue is one
thread of Master of the Revels, which
weaves many others together into an intricate (if somewhat over-complicated)
tapestry. The underlying premise of the D.O.D.O. books is that big changes to the past can cause
disastrous multi-universal “diachronous shears” and a host of paradoxical
traps, but small changes (essentially
a “butterfly effect” sort of thing) can be cleverly used to manipulate the
course of events in whatever direction one wishes – unless, of course, other time travelers create other small changes that counterbalance
yours and set things back (or forward) as they originally were (or would be).
The back-and-forth maneuvers and fast perspective and time shifts of Master of the Revels give the whole
thing some of the flavor of a Monty Python comedy, and, indeed, Galland keeps
things somewhat lighter and a touch or two less intricate and portentous here
than she and Stephenson did when they worked together on the first book. Like
that volume, Master of the Revels
takes readers to a variety of times and places, including Sicily in the fourth
century, Florence in the 14th, and Kyoto in the 15th. And
Galland’s attentiveness to elements of everyday life in those times and places
is one of the book’s pleasures. The main focus, though, is Elizabethan England,
specifically the weeks in which Shakespeare is getting the initial production
of Macbeth ready for the Globe
Theater and then a performance at court. Gráinne is at
work here through the spells of the Three Witches in Shakespeare’s
play, seeking to change a bit of the text in a way that will reverberate
through the centuries and accomplish Gráinne’s
pro-witchcraft aims (the fact that Tristan and Melisande are helped by some
other witches, who are not quite sure where their loyalty lies or should lie,
complicates matters further). The book’s title refers to Edmund Tilney, who is
Master of the Revels at the Globe and in that role is a kind of
censor-cum-production manager whose job also encompasses special effects for
the performances. Obviously he is a key, perhaps the key, to the various factions’ various machinations in various
times and various universes. However, there are other keys here and there, too,
such as members of the Fugger banking family, who also played a major role in
the first book: the specific bankers named Fugger in the D.O.D.O. books did not
exist, but certainly could have been descendants of Jakob Fugger (1459-1525),
our-real-world banker extraordinaire and possibly the richest man who ever
lived.
Master of the Revels is rife with opportunities for reader confusion, many of them intentional on Galland’s part, some of them inherent in time-travel books of all sorts, and a few that seem to have slipped in inadvertently – but do not derail the headlong pace into which the story eventually settles. Yet perhaps “headlong” is not quite the right word, since the pacing is certainly fast when things get going, but the story is circular and ouroboros-like rather than straight-line progressive. It is very difficult, but in a pleasant way, to join Galland (who is herself, on the authorial level, the master of these revels) on a journey that “knits up the ravell’d sleave of care” but leaves enough threads askew to make at least one further D.O.D.O. volume likely. This book may not be “chief nourisher in life’s feast,” but it is considerably heartier than a snack and decidedly tasty – although it would be merely churlish to point out that, ironically in light of the various emendations attempted in Shakespeare’s witches’ lines, many scholars believe that Shakespeare may in fact not have written all the “witch” material in Macbeth. Perhaps the butterfly wings of the denizens of D.O.D.O. and/or Gráinne have flapped after all.
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