Readers who came to Michel Faber via The Crimson Petal and the White (which was adapted as a miniseries) might find his first novel in nearly 10 years to be, well, full of strange new things. But true Faber fans know that one of the major themes of his work is giving an outsider's view of humankind. And while sometimes that means Victorian prostitutes, it more often means adding in a bit of the fantastical (did you see Scarlett Johannsen in Under the Skin? Yep, based on Faber's book).
Whether you're a longtime fan or a Crimson Petal aficionado, Faber is returning on October 28 with a long-awaited novel that is both epic and magical, and should satisfy both crowds of readers.
The hero of The Book of Strange New Things is a missionary ministering to his flock and facing the normal, everyday struggles that entails—that is, if you live in the future and your ministry has taken you not to China, South America or Africa, but to a distant planet that is light years away from your true home and family. Still, Peter is reconciled to his fate and becoming fond of his welcoming alien flock, until the news from Earth turns more horrifying than usual. Natural disasters are striking the planet, and on a more personal note, Peter's wife is facing a crisis of faith.
Check out the opening passage:
FORTY MINUTES LATER, HE WAS UP IN THE SKY
"I was going to say something," he said.
"So say it," she said.
He was quiet, keeping his eyes on the road. In the darkness of the city's outskirts, there was nothing to see except the tail-lights of other cars in the distance, the endless unfurling roll of tarmac, the giant utilitarian fixtures of the motorway.
"God may be disappointed in me for even thinking it," he said.
"Well," she sighed, "He knows already, so you may as well tell me."
He glanced at her face, to judge what mood she was in as she said this, but the top half of her head, including her eyes, was veiled in a shadow cast by the edge of the windscreen. The bottom half of her face was lunar bright. The sight of her cheek, lips and chin—so intimately familiar to him, so much a part of life as he had known it—made him feel a sharp grief at the thought of losing her.
Will you read it?