What
if Neil Gaiman’s right and David Mitchell’s left hands typed out a story from
James Blaylock’s notes? The result could
only be Ned Beauman’s 2012 The
Teleportation Accident.
By
turns charming and exuberant, with a small genre conceit tucked inside what is
otherwise historical fiction, The
Teleportation Accident is a delight.
Based on its line by line cleverness and getting caught up in a
cavorting tale that treads the line between plausibility and reality, the
reader can’t help but give in and let the glitz of modernism pre-WWII wash over
them, one finely tuned simile and turn of phrase at a time.
The Teleportation Accident is the
humorously tragic story of Egon Loeser, a sex-obsessed socialite German set
designer living in Berlin in the ‘30s.
His carnal desires already suffering due to a lack thereof, one cocaine
dusted night he’s pushed to the brink of madness when meeting the woman of his
dreams. Going overboard, Loeser gives up
all pretense of a normal life and heads to the bars and lights of Paris, and
eventually crosses the Atlantic, to pursue his new obsession as the world
crumbles around him.
Not
the tale of a mad pervert (rather a vacuous metrosexual, early 20th century
style), the The Teleportation Accident
is fully supported by a backstory that features the flapper era and the Great
Depression blindly just over the horizon.
Hitler is settling his claws into Loeser’s Germany—without many of
Loeser’s friends taking notice or caring.
And all the while, ticking away in the back of Loeser’s mind, is a great
mystery surrounding his hero, the set designer Lavicini and the teleportation
device he was purpoted to have created centuries earlier.
There
are a fair number of negative reviews of The
Teleportation Accident. The praise
coming from high places (it was longlisted for the Booker) and the criticism
the low, critics have largely applauded the novel whereas readers looking for
formulaic or easily accessible fiction (e.g. goodreads and Amazon) are often
put off. The prose potentially
confuscating (rather than the story or theme), if you do not enjoy the lively,
energetic use of language that occasionally drools on its own shoes (one Amazon
reviewer puts it: “At times it is
lovable, brilliant and entertaining, at others you just want to tell it to sit
in a corner quietly while it composes itself”) and a plot tucked behind
character, dialogue, and scene, then don’t buy the book. The remainder is as straight-forward genre,
as such things can be.
In
the end, The Teleportation Accident is
a witty, charming, and above all entertaining story of the roaring ‘20s meeting
the horrors of fascism in the life of an inane yet driven set designer caught
in a physics-defying mystery. Filled to
the brim linguistically, Beauman’s story brews quietly in the background while
his characters and their antics color the foreground in the savoriest, if not
occasionally overeager, language. Like
the writing of Terry Pratchett or Nick Harkaway, this is a book for people who
enjoy the inventive use of English as much as they enjoy story and ideas…
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