Tom Rachman - The Rise & Fall of Great Powers

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The Rise & Fall of Great Powers begins in a dusty bookshop. What follows is an abduction, heated political debate, glimpses into strangers’ homes, and travel around the globe. It’s a novel of curious personalities, mystery, and lots of books: volumes that the characters collect, covet, steal.
Tooly Zylberberg, owner of a bookshop in the Welsh countryside, spends most of her life reading. Yet there’s one tale that never made sense: her own life. In childhood, she was spirited away from home, then raised around Asia, Europe and the United States. But who were the people who brought her up? And what ever happened to them?
There was Humphrey, a curmudgeon from Russia; there was the charming but tempestuous Sarah, who hailed from Kenya; and there was Venn, the charismatic leader who transformed Tooly forever. Until, quite suddenly, he vanished.
Years later, she has lost hope of ever knowing what took place. Then, the old mysteries stir again, sending her — and the reader — on a hunt through place and time, from Wales to Bangkok to New York to Italy, from the 1980’s to the Year 2000 to the present, from the end of the Cold War, to the rise and wobbles of U.S. power, to the digital revolution of today.
Gradually, all secrets are revealed…

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“I like hearing such patriotic American views delivered with a Scottish accent,” Tooly said, offering a smile.

“Give me one iota of evidence changing anything I just said to you,” he said, glaring at her.

Late that night, Tooly lay in Duncan’s bed, thinking about his father, who, during a hundred hectoring minutes, had not once looked at his son. While Tooly knew it to be unfair, she couldn’t help but like Duncan slightly less for having this man as his father.

Duncan hugged her back, sliding his legs up to spoon with her. She felt vaguely unsafe with anyone behind her like that when sleeping. “Flip!” she said jovially, as if he were an egg. Their positions reversed, she pulled herself against his back, warming it with her naked front. “Your spoon was a travesty,” she told the nape of his neck. “I had to act.”

“You’re a spoon fundamentalist.”

“I support traditional spooning values. You have cheapened the office of the spoon and it’s my job to restore honor and credibility to the spoon.”

He twisted around, laughing. “Tooly?”

“Duncan?”

“I completely fucking love you.”

She smiled and poked his cheek, then got out of bed and lay on the floor among dust balls, printer paper, socks under the bedframe. “It’s boiling in here tonight.”

“The super went away for the holidays and left the heat going so that no one complains.”

His arm hung over the edge of the mattress, and she encircled his wrist with her thumb and forefinger, holding still for a minute. But, eventually, you must do things with things. She pulled his wrist closer and nipped the bumpy bone, causing him to yelp and laugh. Tooly stood, stretched, and put on yesterday’s outfit, then went to the living-room window, peeking onto the fire escape for the pack of house cigarettes. None left, and Noeline had gone for the holidays.

She gazed down at the street. Seemed ages since her first night here, when — contemplating an icy walk home — she had preferred the warm bedcovers (and the warm man) in Duncan’s room. She could’ve slipped those credit cards from his wallet then, and concluded it. Instead, she’d nested here, they mistaking her for one of them, she making the same error — until that pre-Christmas dinner, when Tooly observed anew the division between her and other people.

Venn was the only person who protected her. And she wanted to have something for him, to justify her time up here. Duncan was the obvious target, yet she couldn’t bring herself to do that. The others? Emerson was her preference, yet gaining his confidence required stroking the man’s ego, and she refused. Standing in the dark corridor, she noticed the light under Xavi’s door. She rapped with one knuckle, as if her others weren’t so sure. “Hey,” she said, as he opened. “Want to walk the pig with me?”

They borrowed the animal and were off, footprints and hoofprints down the frosted sidewalk. Xavi was skittish about touching Ham, but she forced him to pat the creature, which seemed to cause the pig to fart, sending them into tears of laughter. Composure regained, they continued to the red-brick path across the Columbia campus, which was nearly deserted this close to the holidays — just the distant hollers of a few frat boys. Ham kept bumping into her leg, like a child jealous when the grown-ups chatted.

“I’m a detective,” Xavi remarked.

“How’s that?”

He named a street in Brooklyn — to her alarm, the street where she and Humphrey lived. Weeks earlier, Xavi explained, he had found a city map in the corridor by the front door, amid all the Chinese menus and America Online marketing disks. At first, he’d assumed it was garbage, because it was covered in pen lines. But he’d never owned a map of all five boroughs, so he’d kept it. Problem was that the lines made navigation nearly impossible. What were those? Delivery routes? There was a pinprick hole where ink had saturated and loosened the fibers of the page. Everything radiated out from that point, at the end of a small street in Brooklyn, just off the Gowanus Expressway.

He took her map from his inside pocket. So there it was: must’ve fallen from her pocket on that first visit, when she’d opened her coat and flopped atop Duncan on the floor. “Never seen it before in my life,” she said.

Xavi grinned. “I’m a detective!” To celebrate, he took a cigarette from his velvet jacket and lit it grandly. He had a peculiar way of smoking, cheeks filling, as if not to inhale. He inquired about her place in Brooklyn, but she diverted the conversation to his studies, and how he was going to make the fortune that they all knew would one day be his. Pure finance was extremely lucrative, he explained, but it left him cold. Entrepreneurship was what appealed. A dot-com, maybe.

“Can I get a drag off that?” she asked.

“Only if you give me a million-dollar idea.”

“I have a ten-cent idea,” she responded, grabbing the cigarette.

He took out his PalmPilot, which he flipped open with a flourish, rapping the stylus pen on the screen, like a conductor’s baton on the music stand. “Go.”

“Well,” she said, exhaling smoke. “What about a dishwasher-like product, but for the whole apartment, so you pour detergent into a hole in the floor, press a button, and leave for an hour, then return, and the house is clean.”

“I like it,” he said, smiling. “Very practical.”

“I notice you’re not writing that down. Oh, and I always think about how they should make it so that cars run on tracks and are controlled electronically, which would end accidents and traffic jams.”

“This idea already exists. It’s called a train.”

“Spoilsport,” she said. “What about the salt shaker?”

“What about it?”

“I hate salt shakers. I don’t want a little heap of salt on my mashed potatoes,” she said, paraphrasing Humphrey. “I want salt evenly over the whole area. A salt sprayer. Make it happen!”

“I’ll do my best.”

She took another drag, returning the cigarette. “What’s your big idea?”

“You are not the only one who can be secretive.”

“Oh, come on! I gave you solid gold. The salt sprayer! And the train — I just reinvented the train! Don’t I get credit for that?”

“Okay, okay. My big idea,” he said, “is Wildfire.”

As they walked, Xavi delivered a version of the presentation he’d done in class. “The greatest impediment to online commerce is that the modern consumer is afraid to input bank details on a website. Both sides — sales point and client — want to do business. But they need a secure way to take the next step. That is where Wildfire comes in: a new form of money, for all transactions conducted on the information superhighway. You send a credit-card payment to Wildfire, mail a check or bank order, and in exchange you get tokens redeemable with cooperating businesses on the World Wide Web. Consumers get security and vendors get income. Furthermore, Wildfire tokens offer protection against instability in the world. You are safe from currency fluctuations, from government irresponsibility in monetary policy, from devaluations. Keeping money in the currency of the country where you happen to be born makes no sense in today’s globalized world. We need a virtual currency for a virtual future: Wildfire.”

“Xavi!”

“What?”

“That sounds like an actual idea.”

“Yes, of course.”

“How did you come up with that?”

“You like it?”

“I mean, I don’t know anything. But it sounds insanely great.”

He laughed shyly.

Tooly — calibrating her effect on him — considered commending him even more lavishly, or kissing his cheek, or saying they must go into business together. She inhaled the bracing air. “I always wanted a hand muff, like in those glamorous movies about the tsars,” she said, then unglamorously lost her balance and snatched his arm to steady herself. She held it all the way to the corner of 115th Street. Outside the building, she handed him the leash and pushed away, skating down the frosty sidewalk in alternating black streaks. “Are you staying in the city through Christmas and New Year’s?” she shouted.

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