Songshifting, by Chris
Bell (316 pp), available from Amazon.com in paperback and ebook format. Also
available from Writer’s Plot Bookshop, RRP $25.
reviewed
by Tim Jones
Songshifting is a dystopian fiction novel
that is centrally about rock music. It’s as good about rock music as Jennifer
Egan’s A Visit from the Goon Squad -
and in my eyes that’s high praise indeed. It’s extremely well-written. But I
found the dystopian elements less convincing.
Let’s
talk about the really good stuff first. The central character is Rarity Dean, a
music journalist, who works for a music magazine called The Grid which reminds me a lot of the 1970s/80s-era NME – in other words, an era when rock
music journalism really mattered and those who wrote about it sometimes
considered themselves to be bigger stars than the musicians themselves.
The
music she cares and writes about is (I think) what we would now classify as
indie rock. Chris Bell does a great job of showing how much Rarity Dean cares
about the music under her outer shell of journo cynicism, and he also does the
even more difficult job of writing about music, musicians and the touring life
interestingly, so that all those tedious end-of-day pranks and Oasis vs Blur-style
inter-band rivalries come across as worth bothering about. Chris Bell really
knows his stuff when it comes to music, and he is able to convey that very
well.
As
a bonus, there are some neat in-jokes: what would be band managers in our world
become band damagers in Songshifting,
and two of them, Alan Grant and Peter McGee, are mashups of real-world UK music
industry heavyweights.
I did notice
that the novel’s indie rock scene is very much a boys’ club, and that the only
female musician who’s important to the story is significant mainly as a source
of rivalry between two of the main male musicians. Even in the laddish depths
of the ‘80s, was the British indie scene really this male?
The wider
context of the novel is that control over music, musicians and their audiences
is a (indeed, the) central goal of a dictator called the Impresario and his
multiply replicated goons. He (it?) doesn’t mind live music, provided it
doesn’t threaten the state, but has strong view on recorded music and those who
listen to and trade it – and the Impresario has the ability and willingness to
enforce those strong views.
I
don’t have a problem believing that control over the arts in general, and music
in particular, would be important to a dictator. Stalin’s malign meddling with
the music, careers and lives of Russian composers is proof enough of that. And
Chris Bell does a great job of communicating the growing fear, paranoia and
dread that The Impresario’s actions cause.
But
apart from its effect on music, musicians and their audiences, we don’t see
much of the Impresario’s dystopia beyond images of gloom and decay. Because we don’t learn - or at least, I didn’t discern – the who,
what, why, when or how of the Impresario’s overall programme of dystopian rule,
I never found his reign of terror especially
convincing. The disjunction between the vagueness of the dystopia and the
verisimilitude of the music scene gives the novel a lopsided feel.
Overall?
Songshifting has a lot going for it.
It’s very well-written, full of arresting words and phrases and
well-distinguished characters. And it manages the rare feat of writing well
about music and musicians. But as the dystopian aspects didn’t work so well for
me, Songshifting makes me wonder whether
a recent-past historical novel based on Chris Bell’s own experiences as a
musician, music journalist and music industry insider might make for an even
better read.
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