Is this a campus comedy? A novel of ideas? A medical mystery? A spiritual quest narrative? Yes, sure. All of it. And a lot more, packed into less than 300 pages. But also: Who cares? Taxonomy is taxidermy. Whatever this book is, it’s alive ... The campus novel parts of The Radiance, toggling between satire and melodrama, trembling at the crossroads of ambition, learning and lust, are at once queasily suspenseful and somewhat familiar ... Ayad the narrator tries, in earnest and in vain, to stake out a demilitarized zone on the culture-war battlefield he has stumbled onto. Akhtar the author, though, is conducting a stealthy psyop aimed at detonating the certainties of combatants on both sides.
It’s all a lot. And look, I know that autofiction can be a tough sell for readers, as can pages of erudite dialogue, not to mention descriptions of the ineffable. And yet “The Radiance” is one of the most purely entertaining and fascinating novels I’ve read in ages. Akhtar plays with form and wrestles with big ideas in a way that somehow avoids the pretension that so often accompanies such experiments ... Above all, the book is vivid, often funny, and genuinely affecting. The story is mysterious, even puzzling, but it’s not a puzzle that Akhtar is forcing us to solve. Rather, this is a book that tickles the mind and, in its best moments, soothes the soul.
Akhtar probes his narrator’s lush interiority with psychological acuity and the deft deployment of autofictional and metafictional commentary. The result is a powerful campus novel for the post-pandemic years that asks big questions, as pressing now as they ever were, about the connections between pleasure, knowledge, spirituality, and the body
...an intense and transcendent philosophical novel about the limits of words ... the story’s core, radiating with intelligence and sensuality, comprises Ayad’s attempt to make sense of the staggering changes in himself ... This is profound.
