A small town in Australia is the setting for a lushly detailed debut novel starring a comet that puts Halley’s to shame.
Among the watchers of Comet St. John in 1997 is Sylvia Knight, a 32-year-old funeral home worker who two years earlier was the victim of a hit-and-run crash that killed her husband. Since then, she’s been doggedly but unsuccessfully searching for the driver of the car that caused the crash. The comet—which is due to make its first appearance to the naked eye in January, a few days after the novel starts, and to grow more prominent in the sky through August—has a special meaning for Sylvia: “The date St John would show itself in the sky was…the date by which I’d given myself permission to finally leave this planet.” Life, however, interferes with this plan, as Sylvia becomes unexpectedly intrigued with a mysterious stranger who shows up at the funeral parlor and turns out to be Theo St. John, the pensive young American astronomer who first discovered the comet. Then Sylvia feels compelled to rescue her gullible mother-in-law, Sandy, from the local doomsday cult that’s sprung up around the comet and is planning a festival with an ending that doesn’t bode well for local residents. While the mystery of who was driving the car that killed Sylvia’s husband falls flat, with a conclusion that many readers will anticipate, Sylvia is a compellingly contradictory narrator, drawn to both stability and risk, and Todd places her in an equally complex community, a small town thrown off balance by its placement at the epicenter of comet viewing. The novel’s noir edge combines with a tone of mystical fatalism to make for a disorienting reading experience.
A heady look at the influence of the heavens on a small patch of earth.