Read on to find out all you need to know about The Wave by Lochlan Bloom and read an excerpt from the book.
When μ returns home to find a sinister screenplay has arrived from Brazil it propels him on a quest to track down a character he believes to be called Ddunsel.
As μ’s search progresses it slowly becomes entangled with two parallel tales – the stories of DOWN, a troubled publisher, and David Bohm, a real-life quantum theoretician in post-war São Paulo.
Just how far is it from London to Gotham City? Or from Paul Auster to Pierre Menard for that matter? Some people may think these sorts of questions are idle and ultimately meaningless but this book is not for them.
The Wave combines multiple narratives to blend metafiction, historical fiction and screenplay as each of the characters struggles to understand what is reality and what is fiction.
‘Hearst,’ the man said extending a hand. ‘My employer has been interested in your case.’
‘Your employer?’ μ asked. ‘What case?’
Was this a joke? Looking around μ looked for help, but nobody else appeared to be listening to this corner of the table. Was this man from the office? Human resources?
‘My employer has a very unique perspective on it.’
Hearst gave a lopsided grin that was entirely out of place and reached into his jacket pocket. He produced a small card, bright green in colour and about half the size of a business card.
‘He wants me to pass this on to you.’ Hearst put the piece of paper, for it was actually surprisingly flimsy, into μ’s hand. On it was written a number: 324-52-867. It didn’t look as if it was the correct format or enough digits to be a phone number. But it was the name below the number that caught μ’s attention. In a crisp dark green font was the name Ddunsel. μ's heart jumped at the sight of the name. He was about to ask Hearst what it meant when the drunks returned from the bar.
They came bearing a tray of drinks, lurching gaily across the wet paving stones. Simmonds was no longer with the group and, when one of those who had remained outside asked where he was, they were told:
‘Simmonds was cunted.’
He was sleeping it off in the toilets. That seemed to be the impetus needed to split up the little party.
Now that their host was no longer present, those friends of Simmonds who had only turned up to be polite started to make their excuses and leave. Many of them looked as though they had already stayed longer than they would have liked, and seized this opportunity in case Simmonds should miraculously wake up and corral them into further festivities.
Meanwhile, the contingent freshly returned from the bar seemed determined to get drunk with or without Simmonds and were quite oblivious to anything but their own inebriation. They laughed and shouted across each other as the rest left. There was a short flurry of activity as everybody disentangled from the table, putting on scarves and coats and shaking hands. It was only after this commotion subsided that μ noticed his mysterious companion, Hearst, had disappeared.
μ had been hoping for an opportunity to restart the conversation and speak to this man further, but in the confusion he had somehow slipped away. What had he meant by his ‘case’? Was he really employed by someone called Ddunsel? The way he had handed the card over had suggested he was serious, but then what, if anything, did that have to do with the script? Was Hearst responsible for sending it from Brazil?
About the Author:
Lochlan Bloom is the author of the The Wave as well as the short novellas Trade and The Open Cage. The BBC Writersroom describes his writing as ‘unsettling and compelling… vivid, taut and grimly effective work’. He has written for BBC Radio, Litro Magazine, Porcelain Film, IronBox Films, EIU, H+ Magazine and Calliope, the official publication of the Writers’ Special Interest Group (SIG) of American Mensa, amongst others. Lochlan lives in London and does not have a cat or a dog.