The Watch

Lets kick this thing off. Each week I read a science fiction book. Then I give my opinion on the work. Simple as that. There is a lot of science fiction out there- my goal here is simply to act as a guide. I like to think that I have fairly solid judgement. But bear in mind that human beings tend to have differences, don't expect my review to mirror your own thoughts. If I write something egregious I'm fine with a lively rebuttal but let us keep it civil, eh?

Which is a good segue into my first review: The Watch by Dennis Danvers. This is a book that I couldn't stand but I'm sure for some they would have no problem with it. The story of The Watch is thus- Peter Kropotkin is dying of old age in 1920 after a successful seventy year career of anarchy. Then he is given a reconstructed body of himself circa age 30 and dropped in 1999 Richmond, Virginia. At which point the book deals with Peter getting a job, finding a place to live, and meeting friendly poor people. At some point the book becomes about Peter slowly unraveling the mysterious timetravelly conspiracy of his manipulative benefactor.

But I didn't get that far.

This is the only book in recent memory that I didn't bother to finish. In fact I only got 85 pages in. The rest I skimmed random pages and the ending. I want to stress that this is not normal for me, nor will it be regular for me to review books with only a portion actually read. But eighty pages in I just couldn't go on. So I write this review as a warning. The Watch has an awesome cover (I know, I know, judging book by cover etc.); it's story sounds like it has potential. But I found this dire enough to drop, something I only do very rarely. So what happened?

The short answer is I didn't like the main character. The long answer is... Peter Kropotkin is Dennis Danvers. In spirit anyways. It is clear that the third person omniscient narrator considers Peter a genius and incredibly wise. All the young punks approve of him. The homeless like the cut of his jib. Sexy not-for-profit administrators think he's remarkable. And Peter's 1920s, anarchy tinted views cut quick the ills and injustices of 1999. Or rather they would if Dennis Danvers had anything even vaguely insightful to say about modern life. In fact, Peter seems to spend more time marveling over how kick-ass airplane vodka and instant coffee are. The biting social commentary is resigned to some one-off facile thought about ravenous capitalism. By the ending Peter and his counter culture friends are supposed to be revolting against the Man or something but none of them seem to have real problems with society. They are supposed to be rebels but mostly they seem to spend their time having lunch.

All of which grew more and more annoying as it went on. The Watch purports itself to be 'a masterful novel of truly audicious conception.'* Well it tries to walk the walk but goddam if it is incapable of talking the talk. There is nothing new here but the prose puts such emphasis on itself as being, well, anarchic. It becomes intolerable to read. It's the Coffee and Cigarettes of books. So busy preening over itself it neglects to have a plot and characters worth having. If there is one thing I cannot abide it is baseless smug pretension.

It's ironic really. Peter is obviously meant to be a stand in for the author. But the constantly smirking, clumsily manipulative, and ultimately self-satisfied time travelling antagonist (Anchee) is a much better fit for the author.


*From the author's bio. Also: Yikes