Blood Electric
Kenji Siratori
Creation Books, 2002
Reviewed by a.e.m.
At first glance, the audacious language
and stylized presentation of Kenji Siratori’s Blood Electric
defy description. Disembodied sentences float in a disembodied tense as
we sift through the code configurations of the ADAM doll as it
comes into self-awareness. Siratoi’s narrative form emulates the
content of the story: a "surprise ending" reveals to us that
ADAM Doll’s self-awareness cannot help but leap back to the beginning
of the code, suggesting that self-awareness is the awareness of the
code. Repeat. Reload.
The cover of the book features a
subtitle-esque blurb claiming that Blood Electric is "the
new Japanese cyberpunk classic." Already we’re into a terrible
paradox, even before the pre-lapserian trials of ADAM Doll have begun.
What does it mean for a book to be new and a classic at the same time? I
think I have the answer.
Blood Electric
is a Northrop Frye wet dream despite its cyberpunk claims. You’ve got
your wasteland, your evil tower, your knight in shining armor (who must
die – or in this case, suffer eternal repetition of the life-death
cycle), and of course the beautiful computer-maiden who dearly loves
him. Regeneration through the violence, prolepsis and analepsis filtered
through Edenic gardens, sterile biological points of entry into the
cranium of the hero’s head. Even this last penchant for penetrating
the male hero, featured so prominently in Gibson’s (also classic)
fiction, as well as the recent Matrix films (definitely classic),
takes its cue from crucifix imagery, and whatever fertility ritual may
have inspired that. In fact, the word "crucified" appears so
many times in the novel, one gets the sensation of an old record
abrasively skipping in the back of their head.
In short, Siratori skips his
scintillating cyber-sentences safely within the confines of a
well-established genre. His use of language clearly expresses the desire
to escape, but continually refers back to the cyborg manifesto:
The sky of NIHIL – soul-machine
fracture assassin:::the ADAM Doll of the end of fracture – 8
seconds for her sex machine – crucified memory of the cruel body
of the machinative angel – it disunites from the suicide machine
of the god that goes mad/The horizon of the chromosome is
dustNiverna:swastikas of blood in neural meltdown/ (75)
But even this internal wish to
"disunite from the suicide machine of the god that goes mad"
is characteristic of most genres, which admit radical new aspects, if
only glacially. I admire Siratori’s poetics, but cannot pretend not to
notice the plot, which reads like an epitaph.
a.e.m. is fiction
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