RaveThe Globe and Mail (CA)...a spiralling reiteration of history, both minute and gross, where the banal transforms and is reinvented at each manifestation, where space is as tangible as the code defining it - that is to say, tangible enough. Death is at once ritualized and mocked, the dead piling and layering into a complex of information that may or may not mean anything beyond the mere resonance, shimmer and collective beauty of their endless accumulation ... Infinity is gorgeous in the hands of Tom McCarthy, gorgeous and fearsome. Like god without god ... McCarthy\'s prose coruscates, constructing the novelistic equivalent to the strangely compelling refresh on a computer screen ... The iterations accrete, shift, return transformed, in order to be reenacted. Memory, certainly Serge\'s, seems to desire this accumulation of sameness, not nostalgia, but a scaffold of returning and repeating motif upon which to hang narrative ... McCarthy gives us in C this urge toward finding meaning, toward decoding, and understanding, but without the relief of an answer or resolution. The resolution is the infinite permutation of story fragment, or, life. And like life, C is fascinating, uncanny, sometimes hilarious, pageantry.
