There comes a moment when certain books become seemingly prescient. I’d say it’s especially easy with SF: if you pay attention, notice certain trends and extrapolate from them, you’re bound to hit something that comes true eventually.
A nation-wide lockdown following an epidemic takes a special bit of synchronicity, though.
A Song for a New Day originally came out in September 2019. I didn't get around to it then. A year later, reading the opening section felt more than a little uncanny. In it, we follow Luce, a singer-songwriter on tour with her band, as she gives what turns out to be the last live performance before a string of terrorist attacks and an epidemic lead to a ban on gatherings. The ensuing chaos of trying to get home, separation from friends and loved ones, lack of information, finding out about illnesses and deaths, felt very real and affecting in light of what the world has went through in recent months.
You might want to bear that in mind when you start reading.
That being said, this isn't a book *about* the pandemic. It feels a little disorienting (after all, we are still grappling with the prospect of long-term consequences of COVID-19), but Luce's storyline soon skips to the aftermath: the epidemic doesn't seem to pose a significant threat, and yet the world is fundamentally changed by it.
We observe the changes from the perspective of the second protagonist, Rosemary, a young woman from a small town who starts out working for a thinly-veiled Amazon analogue and soon becomes a recruiting agent looking for musicians playing underground to sign on for a virtual reality streaming platform.
The changes mostly have to do with increased atomisation of society (something that our pandemic also seems like an accelerant for). With the ban on mass gatherings, there are no more legal concerts (I think it's fair to assume cinemas are closed down, too) and people tend to huddle in their own close-knit communities. There are glimpses of a paranoid, mistrustful world, where travelers passing through small towns are trailed by police and refused accomodation, while groups of like-minded people sharing their interests have to devise elaborate safeguards against crackdowns and infiltrations.
All this forms a background for a depiction of an art world gripped by major corporations – they control the technology that can bring the artist to the audience, and therefore they get to decide who to platform and how to present them. The choice is either to join in or toil in obscurity, barely scraping by.
Rosemary idealistically joins the streaming company in the hopes that she can help artists connect with an audience, but soon comes to see the darker, more predatory aspects of her employer's activities. Meanwhile, Luce struggles to find meaning and carry on doing what she loves most – performing live – in a world that became fundamentally unfriendly to it. Their paths criss-cross throughout the novel, illuminating various aspects of the situation, and posing difficult dilemmas: is it better to preserve more authenticity with a limited reach? or is it possible to divert some of the power of large media companies to serve your own ends without completely compromising your ideals?
In the end, though, I keep coming back to the pandemic. I remember starting to leave the house during and immediately after the initial lockdown, just for a short while to grab some sun and air. I remember watching people with wariness and suspicion when they didn't wear a face mask outside or when they stood closer than 2 m from me. I remember how those feelings relaxed with the relaxing of guidelines and increased understanding of the most risky situations for viral transmission. (It's important to bear in mind that this can all vary from country to country given the different handling of the pandemic, as well as from person to person). Reading about Rosemary's panic during underground gigs or her nervousness while riding on a public transport resonated with those memories. I know we are all waiting for a vaccine or some other development that will eliminate the risk completely, but sometimes I wonder what if the risk never entirely goes away? What level will be acceptable if it won't go down to zero? What if it always lurks, just like it potentially lurks in the novel? (since we never find out what happened with the epidemic).
And so A Song for a New Day became a very thought-provoking book for me. It asks at what point should we move past fear (I don't necessarily have an answer here and live music events are quite far down the list of things I'd be comfortable participating in atm). It also reminds us what waits on the other side of it – the joy of unmediated human contact and the potential for change that we can only tap into when we are together.
It's an important reminder.
I received an electronic review copy of this book via NetGalley. This is an honest review.
