Les derniers jours du paradis

The heroes and villains of this surpassingly strange novel are not who they think they are. Though the style is rich, lucid and literate, the point is dizzyingly abstract. Wilson, whose last novel, Mysterium (1994), won the Philip K. Dick Award, uses cosmological physics to envision an intergalactic sentience, millennia old, that fights insect-like "psions," machine intelligences, for the survival of consciousness itself. We glimpse this struggle directly only in occasional brief "Interludes" until well toward the end of the book. Before that, it is the story of Darwinia, a primeval landscape that in 1912 appears on Earth in place of most of Europe, transforming world history. When photographer Guilford Law joins an exploratory expedition, he lands in the middle of nationalistic skirmishes that wipe out most of his party in the bizarre forests of Darwinia, teeming with beasts from alien lines of descent. His personal life, notably his difficult relationship with his young wife, is intimately related, but he eventually learns that he and everything and everyone on Earth are instruments of the cosmic struggle of which Darwinia and the murderous skirmishes are mundane correlatives. Earth is an archive of consciousness that he must help protect. Hideous creatures mass and threaten in an ending reminiscent of Stephen King. Wilson's two-tiered story structure reminds one of Michael Moorcock's work, but it is much more coherent and accessible. In the blurring of character identities, he is comparable to Philip K. Dick or to A.E. Van Vogt. He owes something to Colin Wilson and Lovecraft as well, in the discovery through dreams and archeological wonders of a hidden reality. That he is able to weld the two realities so fluently is remarkable indeed. Copyright 1998 Reed Business Information, Inc.

Scott Warden était là à Chumphon, Thaïlande, quand le premier chronolithe est apparu: un obélisque de plus de cent mètres de haut, d'un bleu impossible, gelant un paysage de jungle dévasté; un monument commémorant une victoire, celle du seigneur de la guerre Kuin, victoire qui n'aura lieu que dans vingt ans et trois mois. Mais qui est Kuin? Un tyran, le sauveur d'une humanité à la dérive, un extraterrestre aux traits indubitablement asiatiques, un futur dirigeant chinois, une rumeur qui, grâce à la turbulence Tau, deviendra réalité? Et que sont réellement ces chronolithes qui ravagent le monde? C'est à toutes ces questions que Scott et son ancien professeur de physique, Sulamith Chopra, devront répondre, non sans avoir à parcourir le globe, de Chumphon à Jérusalem, du Mexique au Wyoming. Après Darwinia, voici le second roman de Robert Charles Wilson dans la collection Lunes d'encre, un thriller temporel comme vous n'en jamais lu, qui a valu à son auteur une nomination méritée au prestigieux prix Hugo.

The heroes and villains of this surpassingly strange novel are not who they think they are. Though the style is rich, lucid and literate, the point is dizzyingly abstract. Wilson, whose last novel, Mysterium (1994), won the Philip K. Dick Award, uses cosmological physics to envision an intergalactic sentience, millennia old, that fights insect-like "psions," machine intelligences, for the survival of consciousness itself. We glimpse this struggle directly only in occasional brief "Interludes" until well toward the end of the book. Before that, it is the story of Darwinia, a primeval landscape that in 1912 appears on Earth in place of most of Europe, transforming world history. When photographer Guilford Law joins an exploratory expedition, he lands in the middle of nationalistic skirmishes that wipe out most of his party in the bizarre forests of Darwinia, teeming with beasts from alien lines of descent. His personal life, notably his difficult relationship with his young wife, is intimately related, but he eventually learns that he and everything and everyone on Earth are instruments of the cosmic struggle of which Darwinia and the murderous skirmishes are mundane correlatives. Earth is an archive of consciousness that he must help protect. Hideous creatures mass and threaten in an ending reminiscent of Stephen King. Wilson's two-tiered story structure reminds one of Michael Moorcock's work, but it is much more coherent and accessible. In the blurring of character identities, he is comparable to Philip K. Dick or to A.E. Van Vogt. He owes something to Colin Wilson and Lovecraft as well, in the discovery through dreams and archeological wonders of a hidden reality. That he is able to weld the two realities so fluently is remarkable indeed. Copyright 1998 Reed Business Information, Inc.

Il est là, au-dessus d'eux depuis un an, ombre menaçante, sourde et muette. Tous attendent un signe, un message de ses occupants. Vont-ils envahir la Terre, sont-ils bienveillants ou hostiles ? Nul ne le sait. Le vaisseau ne part pas, et les Voyageurs se taisent... Jusqu'à cette étrange nuit. La nuit du rêve. On apprend alors pourquoi ils sont venus. Ils proposent aux hommes ce que seuls les dieux possèdent : l'éternité. L'éternité... mais à quel prix ? Il n'y en a qu'un sur dix mille pour s'interroger. Et refuser. Matt Wheeler, par exemple. Qui voit ses collègues, ses amis, et jusqu'à sa propre fille, se transformer en êtres qui ne sont plus tout à fait humains. Résister ? Mais comment ? Comment sauver l'humanité ?