Naomi Alderman - The Power

Naomi Alderman

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THE POWER

Contents

By the same author

Disobedience

The Lessons

The Liars Gospel

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

For Margaret and for Graeme, who have shown me wonders

The people came to Samuel and said: Place a King over us, to guide us.

And Samuel said to them: This is what a King will do if he reigns over you: hell take your sons and make them run with his chariots and horses. Hell dispose them however he wants: hell make them commanders of thousands or captains of fifties, hell send them to plough, to reap, to forge his weapons and his chariots. Hell take your daughters to make perfume for him, or cook his food or do his baking. Hell take your fields and your vineyards and your olive groves oh, hell take the very best of those and give them to his cronies. Hell take much more. A tenth of your grain and your wine those will go to his favourite aristocrats and faithful servants. Your manservants and your maidservants, your best men, your donkeys yes, hell take those for his own use. Hell take one tenth of your flocks and you yourselves will become his slaves. On that day, believe me, you will cry out for relief from this King, the King you asked for, but the Lord will not answer you on that day.

But the people would not listen to Samuel. They said: No. Give us a King over us. So that we can be like all the other nations. Give us a King to guide us and lead us into battle.

When Samuel heard what the people said, he told it to the Lord.

The Lord answered, Give them a King.

1 Samuel 8

The Men Writers Association

New Bevand Square

27th October

Dear Naomi,

Ive finished the bloody book. Im sending it to you, with all its fragments and drawings, in the hope that youll give me some guidance or at least that Ill finally hear the echo of it as I drop the pebble of this book down the well.

Youll ask me first of all what it is . Not another dry volume of history was what I promised. Four books in I realize that no general reader can be bothered to wade through endless mounds of evidence, no one cares about the technicalities of dating finds and strata comparison. Ive seen audiences eyes go blank as I try to explain my research. So what Ive done here is a sort of hybrid piece, something that I hope will appeal more to ordinary people. Not quite history, not quite a novel. A sort of novelization of what archaeologists agree is the most plausible narrative. Ive included some illustrations of archaeological finds that I hope are suggestive, but readers can and Im sure many will! skip over them.

I have questions for you. Is it very shocking? Too hard to accept that anything of this sort could ever have been the case, no matter how far back in our history? Is there anything I can do to make it all seem more plausible? You know what they say about truth and the appearance of truth being opposites.

Ive put in some terrifically troubling stuff about Mother Eve but we all know how these things work! Surely no one will be too distressed everyone claims to be an atheist now, anyway. And all the miracles really are explicable.

Anyway, sorry, Ill shut up now. I dont want to influence you, just read it and tell me what you think. I hope your own books going well. I cant wait to read it, when its ready to be seen. Thank you so much for this. I am so grateful you could spare the time.

Much love,

Neil

Nonesuch House

Lakevik

Dearest Neil,

Wow! What a treat! Ive been flicking through the pages and cant wait to dive in. I see youve included some scenes with male soldiers, male police officers and boy crime gangs, just as you said you would, you saucy boy! I dont have to tell you how much I enjoy that sort of thing. Im sure you remember. Im practically on the edge of my seat.

Im very intrigued to see what youve done with the premise. Itll be a welcome relief from my own book, if Im honest. Selim says if the new ones not a masterpiece, hes leaving me for some woman who can write. I dont think he has any idea how these offhand remarks make me feel.

Anyway! Looking forward to this! I think Id rather enjoy this world run by men youve been talking about. Surely a kinder, more caring and dare I say it? more sexy world than the one we live in.

More soon, my dear!

Naomi

The Power

A historical novel

NEIL ADAM ARMON

The shape of power is always the same; it is the shape of a tree. Root to tip, central trunk branching and re-branching, spreading wider in ever-thinner, searching fingers. The shape of power is the outline of a living thing straining outward, sending its fine tendrils a little further, and a little further yet.

This is the shape of rivers leading to the ocean the trickles to rivulets, the rivulets to streams, the streams to torrents, the great power gathering and gushing, becoming mightier to hurl itself into the great marine might.

It is the shape that lightning forms when it strikes from heaven to earth. The forked tear in the sky becomes a pattern on flesh or on the earth. These same distinctive patterns bloom in a block of acrylic when struck with electricity. We send electric currents down orderly runs of circuits and switches, but the shape that electricity wants to take is of a living thing, a fern, a bare branch. The strike point in the centre, the power seeking outward.

This same shape grows within us, our inward trees of nerves and blood vessels. The central trunk, the pathways dividing and redividing. The signals carried from our fingers ends to the spine to the brain. We are electrical. The power travels within us as it does in nature. My children, nothing has happened here that has not been in accordance with the natural law.

Power travels in the same manner between people; it must be so. People form villages, villages become towns, towns bow the knee to cities and cities to states. Orders travel from the centre to the tips. Results travel from the tips to the centre. The communication is constant. Oceans cannot survive without trickles, nor steadfast tree trunks without budlets, nor the enthroned brain without nerve endings. As above, so below. As on the outskirts, so at the very heart.

It follows that there are two ways for the nature and use of human power to change. One is that an order might issue from the palace, a command unto the people saying It is thus. But the other, the more certain, the more inevitable, is that those thousand thousand points of light should each send a new message. When the people change, the palace cannot hold.

As it is written: She cuppeth the lightning in her hand. She commandeth it to strike.

from the Book of Eve, 1317

TEN YEARS TO GO

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Roxy

The men lock Roxy in the cupboard when they do it. What they dont know is: shes been locked in that cupboard before. When shes naughty, her mum puts her there. Just for a few minutes. Till she calms down. Slowly, over the hours in there, shes worked the lock loose with a fingernail or a paperclip in the screws. She could have taken that lock off any time she wanted. But she didnt, because then her mum would have put a bolt on the outside. Its enough for her to know, sitting in there in the dark, that if she really wanted to she could get out. The knowledge is as good as freedom.

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