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'Tis done. The world is a most confused and unsteady place -- especially London, center of finance, innovation, and conspiracy -- in the year 1714, when Daniel Waterhouse makes his less-than-triumphant return to England's shores. Aging Puritan and Natural Philosopher, confidant of the high and mighty and contemporary of the most brilliant minds of the age, he has braved the merciless sea and an assault by the infamous pirate Blackbeard to help mend the rift between two adversarial geniuses at a princess's behest. But while much has changed outwardly, the duplicity and danger that once drove Daniel to the American Colonies is still coin of the British realm. No sooner has Daniel set foot on his homeland when he is embroiled in a dark conflict that has been raging in the shadows for decades. It is a secret war between the brilliant, enigmatic Master of the Mint and closet alchemist Isaac Newton and his archnemesis, the insidious counterfeiter Jack the Coiner, a.k.a. Jack Shaftoe, King of the Vagabonds. Hostilities are suddenly moving to a new and more volatile level, as Half-Cocked Jack plots a daring assault on the Tower itself, aiming for nothing less than the total corruption of Britain's newborn monetary system. Unbeknownst to all, it is love that set the Coiner on his traitorous course; the desperate need to protect the woman of his heart -- the remarkable Eliza, Duchess of Arcachon-Qwghlm -- from those who would destroy her should he fail. Meanwhile, Daniel Waterhouse and his Clubb of unlikely cronies comb city and country for clues to the identity of the blackguard who is attempting to blow up Natural Philosophers with Infernal Devices -- as political factions jockey for position while awaiting the impending death of the ailing queen; as the "holy grail" of alchemy, the key to life eternal, tantalizes and continues to elude Isaac Newton, yet is closer than he ever imagined; as the greatest technological innovation in history slowly takes shape in Waterhouse's manufactory. Everything that was will be changed forever ... The System of the World is the concluding volume in Neal Stephenson's Baroque Cycle, begun with Quicksilver and continued in The Confusion.… (more)
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Conflicts galore weave together into a complex tapestry: the power struggle between the Whigs and the Tories, the battle between Newton the Minter and Jack the Coiner, the feuding calculus inventors, and the clash between alchemy and science. In the end it all boils down to this: will the new system of the world be based on free markets and science? Or feudalism and alchemy?
The third and final book in the Baroque Cycle is just as weighty as the first two. It features a quick synopsis of Quicksilver and The Confusion for those who need a refresher. Even with the summary, I wouldn't advise starting with the third book. Each of the books in the series has its own character. Quicksilver was all about set-up, so while it was rich in detail and characters, it could be slow and a bit disjointed at times. The Confusion was full of madcap adventures and the pieces just flew around the board. The System of the World wraps all of the previous threads together, and strikes a nice balance between philosophy, intrigue, and action.
Stephenson keeps up the expected torrent of words, but as with the other two books, he keeps your attention with an iron fist of plot in a velvet glove of delightful prose. Stephenson manages to seamlessly combine serious discussions, obscure trivia, and profound silliness. As a reader, you have to pay the same attention to all, because you never know what small detail the plot is going to hang on next.
Daniel Waterhouse is the driving character for most of this book. If you loved The Confusion because it centered on Jack and Eliza, you might be disappointed in the smaller roles they play in the third book. But if you can get past that disappointment, you will find that Daniel has evolved into a more interesting and active character than he was in Quicksilver.
The Baroque Cycle requires a substantial investment of time and attention, but it is well worth the effort. The System of the World is a satisfying end to a great series. With Stephenson, as in life, the journey is more important than the destination, and he definitely gives you a lot of journey in the 3000-or-so page trilogy.
5 Stars
To be honest, I'm still not really sure how I feel about this book (and the series as a whole) after having just finished reading it. One point I would have to make is that it does make for some fun reading, due to all the various
However, the biggest problem I had with this series in the end was that, there really was no story. There were several builds ups to a potential story, but for the most part we're just spectators to a series of disconnected events. Reading through all three books, one would be hard pressed to find any purpose to all the various events. Now, I'm not claiming that every book should have a high and mighty message to send to the readers. But without a plot to knit Act I to Act II and so forth, we end up just wondering what is happening.
So this all goes back to the character. For when we're given a series of events, the only things to have us connected to the book is characters we've become further invested page after page. The most entertaining of which is Jack Shaftoe, a.k.a. L'Emmerdeur, King of the Vagabonds, Quicksilver, etc. In the end, I was reading less with the story about coins and monetary systems and more just because Jack is such an entertaining fellow (that's probably why I enjoyed The Confusion the most). As entertaining as he is, I'm somewhat confused as to the manner of how his character ends at the ending of the book, which sadly, left me less than enthusiastic with how the book ends.
Maybe it has to do with the fact that this is technically a prequel to Cryptonomicon (which I have yet to read). Or maybe this project was just too ambitious for the author. Still, in the end, this was somewhat of an entertaining read, which is all that should matter in the end.
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After the second volume’s largely picaresque adventures, the plotting here is tighter, with the role of money and the genesis of machine technology emerging as the most salient of the era’s many innovations and advances.
As is the case throughout the series, Stephenson brilliantly balances vivid, slightly fantastic characterizations and plotting with an astonishing number of erudite asides on almost every imaginable topic. This sounds like a formula for literary disaster, but that is not the case here. I can’t recall ever reading an author that combined these elements with such skill; Michener is perhaps a rough analogue, but Stephenson is a better writer of fiction, and much more sophisticated in the way he works in the abundant fruits of his research.
The System of the World, and hence the whole Cycle, ends on a highly satisfactory note. Stephenson avoids the wrapping-up problems that weakened a couple of his earlier books, e.g. The Diamond Age and even Cryptonomicon, to some degree. The first 90% of the Cycle isn’t exactly a page-turner, no matter how interesting the material, but the last 200-300 pages are, and that’s just the ticket for a reader who’s devoted many, many hours to getting so far.
And just one last word on that. I highly recommend reading this series: there is nothing quite like it; you will learn a great deal; and it’s consistently enjoyable. But do not embark on it lightly. Why not? Here's a fun little factoid: when I posted this LibraryThing review, there were 64 reviews for Quicksilver, the first book in the cycle; 30 for The Confusion, i.e. Book II, and just 15 for The System of the World. That should tell you something about the potential for attrition in reading this series.
In fact, I don’t know how readers who have had to take a break between volumes quite manage it; the sheer amount of effort required (for re-learning characters and crucial plot lines, and for simply getting back ‘in the zone’ for reading this kind of material) must be daunting. I found that plowing through the whole Cycle worked best. The one ‘reading break’ I took in the middle of Volume I was a big mistake, as I barely got myself going again, and would likely never have come back to the Cycle again. And that, in comfortable retrospect, would have been a great loss.
I still hold that these books really could have used a good editing, however. At many points, the characters were just being put through
Like I said before, it was work to read this... not wholly unrewarding work, but still...
I'm still not positive how I feel about what Stephenson did with this work, which was really to put ideas about computing, information theory, and the economics of information and capitalism into the minds of historical (and fictional) characters of the 17th century... it's (obviously) not accurate, and although it draws some interesting parallels, I think I do prefer historical novels that make an effort to accurately portray a feeling of time and place (although they may be equally wrong, who knows?)
But the point of the book is not really the plot. All the channels and levers are a kind of demonstration, of the system of the world. Not so much the physics of Newton, but the structure and dynamics of modern society. Money is the main character here and what is most richly developed. And indeed money is the essence of the modern world.
Beneath that there is this intriguing metaphysical puzzle: the two labyrinths, the nature of the continuum and the puzzle of determinism and free will. Are these two actually facets of the same conundrum? Stephenson's notion seems to be that society is patched together with some rough approximation of a solution to the conundrum, which works for a while and then finally the flaws overwhelm the system and some new approach needs to be worked out.
I have to wonder if the point of the book is really to help us confront the situation we are facing now. Newton, Leibniz, Spinoza et al. put together the modern world that has survived some 350 years roughly. At this point the thing seems to be crumbling. We don't need a new solution that is any more perfect than the modern solution. We just need a new system that can see us through the next few centuries, that can provide enough structure for society that people can lead fulfilling lives and and prepare for the next revolution in how our world is put together.
One year, two volumes, and some three thousand pages later (reportedly all written in longhand), the American author wraps up The Baroque Cycle, his epic opus to the complete overhaul of modern thinking.
True to form, he completes it in all its dumbfounding, anachronistic, mercurial glory. It is a Lord of the Rings for history buffs, complete with towers, battles, and a mysterious ring.
Following directly after Quicksilver and The Confusion, The System of the World plunges headlong into 1714 England. The country is in disarray; âÂÂParliament had its knobby fingers around the MonarchâÂÂs throat . . . Whigs and Tories were joined in an eternal shin-kicking contest to determine which faction should have the honor of throttling her Majesty, and how hard.âÂ?
Similarly, StephensonâÂÂs characters are tangled in a monkeyâÂÂs fist of plotlines. Scientific auteur Isaac Newton obsesses over Solomonic Gold, purported to have properties essential to Alchemy. Eliza, Duchess of Arcachon-Qwghlm, schemes to ensure Princess Caroline attains the Throne of England.
Daniel Waterhouse, aging Natural Philosopher, is constantly at risk of premature death by Infernal Devices, as hidden time bombs go off around him with surprising regularity.
Finally, thereâÂÂs the picaresque Jack Shaftoe, a man âÂÂso surpassingly and transcendently bad that it was necessary for him to be put to death by the most gruesome and, hence, entertaining means that the English mind could conceive of.âÂ? Now a counterfeiter, Jack plans an attack that could cripple EnglandâÂÂs monetary structure while still in its infancy.
StephensonâÂÂs world, while baffling, is never dull, and rarely less than fascinating. As Western society evolves from its established doctrine of Monarchy to the understanding that money makes the world go round, Stephenson marshals his talents, summarizing a period where, like today, logic goes head-to-head with ritual and fear, and the winner is always in doubt.
As usual, there is never a theme Stephenson doesnâÂÂt pursue. The System of the World is chock full of philosophical discourse, scientific reasoning, and mad chases through LondonâÂÂs seamy underbelly.
Stephenson, a genius at plotting, performs some sort of literary miracle by keeping everything organized. It is testament to his mad skills that a discussion as to who first invented calculus, Newton or von Leibniz, is as exciting as JackâÂÂs duel in an opera house, swords clanging and blood spurting as Georg Friedrich Handel frantically attempts to continue his conducting duties.
By its touching finale, it is clear that The Baroque Cycle is in a category all its own, a tribute to anyone who fights ignorance, or pursues insane theories with joyful abandon. It has become that rarest of creatures, a three thousand-word tome that you donâÂÂt want to end. The System of the World, like both its predecessors and Stephenson himself, is complicated, maddening, bizarrely funny, and spectacular.
The basic plot is that of a murder mystery, but comprises many other components. Daniel Waterhouse has completed his epic trip back across the Atlantic at the urging of Princess Caroline. She wished him to bring about the reconciliation of those two mighty Philosophers Leibniz and Newton. In the process of which he ends up stumbling across Jack's scheme to debase English currency (which he is being blackmailed into by the King of France and the dastardly Edouard de Gex). Trying to summarise the plot - the many strands and the different events - is difficult without having to repeat what happened in earlier books or flick through many pages trying to remind myself of exactly who Saturn was and why the Tsar of Russia made an appearance.
The cast of characters is enormous and it can be difficult to keep them separate at times, although our main characters have become extremely three dimensional. Daniel, Eliza (although she makes a small appearance in this volume), Jack, Isaac Newton, Dappa, Bob Shaftoe, Ravenscar, Princess Caroline, Leibniz - all these characters become beloved and it is of interest to see what happens to all of them.
The three volumes as a whole - the Baroque Cycle - are a truly amazing achievement. It is nigh on 3000 pages dense with facts, with ideas, with characters, with exciting escapes and political machinations. We are shown the beginnings of the world system that we know today - with law enforcement, political parties (Whigs and Tories), real estate and, of course, currency. Either this was written as a fact or Stephenson came up with an extremely clever idea in that currency is called such because of the current of money flowing into London, in this case. There are many such moments during all three books, where you marvel at the level of research and detail that has gone into every element of the story.
It is interesting that these books are almost always shelved in the fantasy/sci fi section but, barring the presence of Enoch Root and his little procedure (I shall not say more, for fear of spoiling certain things!) they are more historical in nature.
One of my disappointments in this and the previous books is the pacing - we can go from thrilling page-turning events into a deep philosophical discourse and this can make the reader grind to a halt. Despite the exciting nature of the plot in general, there were times when I felt as though it was a struggle to read any further, and this is a sad fact when considering that this should be a series read by everyone. It is a classic in the making - or would be, barring the slow and turgid prose at times. Having said that, it didn't do Tolkien any harm and some people may, in fact, find this one of the charming aspects of Stephenson's writing.
I am extremely glad that I read this series, but I shall not be embarking on a re-read for many, many years - if at all. However, I do have the notion that the characters and events will niggle and stay with me - the mark of a book that has had a big effect on me. This should have been a five star experience, but I keep it to four stars purely because of the difficulty of the reading. Recommended (with reservations!)
Oh yes, one of the most entertaining and meaningful works of literature for the X generation. Neal Stephenson came into his own with Cryptonomicon, but now he's become a legend in his own right.
Dude, you rock.
The first novel, Quicksilver had three protagonists, the second, The Confusion, had two of those, Jack and Eliza, with Daniel being mostly relegated to the background; so it is probably no great surprise that in The System of the World we see Daniel take center stage again, with Jack and Eliza moved to the wings. Also, this third novel takes almost exclusively part in England (and most of that in London – as world-roaming as The Confusion was, so confined is The System of the World), and generally this is by far the most focused novel of the Baroque Cycle, one could almost call it tightly constructed. But only almost, as this probably would just not be Stephenson if he would not go on long tangents at every occasion that offers itself, culminating towards the end of the novel in a moment-by-moment description of the “Trial of the Pyx” (basically, a test of the validity of British coinage) that rambles on and on and on over hundreds of pages (felt pages – actually it’s more like several dozen, but still absurdly long).
There also is some mumbling about the threatening chaos of quicksilver being contained into a solid system of the world – a weak and totally unconvincing bit of legerdemain to make readers believe there is some kind of Deeper Meaning at work in the Baroque Cycle rather than a random agglomeration of pointless facts by which of course nobody is taken in. The thing is that you just might get away with piling up heaps of facts and pieces of information in a non-fiction work, but if you want your text to work as a novel, you need to somehow connect that facts in a way that infuses them with significance – take a look at Moby Dick if you want to see how it’s done properly, or Gravity’s Rainbow (or really anything by Thomas Pynchon who is the supreme master of turning facts into metaphor). Neal Stephenson, on the other hand, just keeps shovelling facts, facts and even more facts into his novels in the hope that they’ll magically cohere into something meaningful – which of course they don’t. At best, the facts are curious in interesting in themselves, at worst they’re just a heap of boring pedantry that – except for the, in this case really minor, difference of their being historical rather than made up – could have comfortably fitted in any of Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time novels and that only distracts from what remains at heart a rip-roaring adventure story.
Thankfully, that heart beats strong enough in The System of the World to make itself felt through all the intellectual waste Stephenson piles on it, and its rhythm is compelling enough to keep the reader turning the pages even when they are filled with tedious descriptions of irrelevant detail. This third novel of the Baroque Cycle is to my taste at least the most entertaining, with two major struggles driving the plot forward – the rupture between Isaac Newton and Gottfried von Leibniz about the authorship of the calculus which Daniel tries to mediate on one hand, and the struggle between Master of the Mint Newton and master forger Jack Shaftoe in wich Daniel also is involved. It is mainly the second one (no surprise, as Jack plays a central part) which keeps things going and the reader interested as Daniel first hunts down the forger with a group of unlikely investigators (most of which turn out to have – at least! – a double agenda) and then once again becomes a mediator trying to unite the opposing factions in a common purpose. We get a big heist (targeting the tower), a duel (with cannons), a wild chase (with coaches) and quite a few colourful and exciting things more.
Summing up (or well, repeating my sermon for the umpteenth time), The Baroque Cycle could have been such a wonderful book if it wasn’t for Neal Stephenson’s delusions of grandeur. Someone really should rescue the fun adventure novel hidden in the trilogy by pulling an S. Morgenstern on Stephenson and make an abridgement with just the good parts.
Basically, these books are a complex and at times compelling story - they have a few engaging characters, some real-life, some fictional and a plot that typically makes you want to find out what happens next (but there are some bleak deserts to cross at times). It's not my period, but a lot of the history seems accurate. What grated on me was Stephenson's use of language. By the time you've read "phant'sy" for the twentieth time in thirty page, you have grasped the idea that "fancy" comes from this root. Likewise with "con-fused", etc. The use of "bloke" in many contexts struck me as faux-British and pretentious, and there were other aspects of the writing that also made me feel that the writer was describing a milieu with which he was less than familiar.
Having said which, there is a lot of detail on 18th century prisons and the Tower of London, much of which I am sure has been researched pretty fully, and other details of life mostly ring true, but there is still this feeling that Stephenson has invented his own historical London, etc., rather than using the real one.
There are times when the series gets much too technical for its own good, though - some of the financial shenanigans do not make for exciting reading. Obsessions with gold, cryptography and money seep through, and quite frankly, the middle of the trilogy sags badly, in my opinion.
There are two protagonists who are interesting in my opinion – Jack Shaftoe and Daniel Waterhouse – Eliza is only interesting isofar as she relates to Jack, and some of the Hanoverian machinations are boring.
I see I gave the three books 4, 3 and 4 stars respectively. Actually, 3, 2 and 3 would be closer to the mark. It will be some time before I want to pick these up again, I feel (I re-read my favorites many times).
He goes through a lot of history and technical details in these books but the main story and the excitement is sustained all the way. I can't put it any better than the inside jacket blurb from Entertainment Weekly "...he might just have created the definitive historical-sci-fi-epic-comedy-punk love story. No easy feat that."
Neal Stephenson is a brainiac monster, and it is futile to resist the tentacles of his imagination. Although some are better than others, he’s never written a dull book. Few, however, have written a more exciting piece of historical fiction. At roughly 2,500 pages, and spanning three fat volumes, few have written longer ones, but the pages flow like a fast moving river along the entire course of The Baroque Cycle. It is intimidating to speculate about the IQ of a writer who can hold so much historical detail in mind, but that figure must been in the low zillions. For not only is there a tremendous amount of detail, but Stephenson messes with history as well, rerouting the river for the sake of a wondrous tale.
Indeed, the history of the novel is so tweaked and rerouted that it is difficult to separate fact from fiction; indeed, there is an entire website devoted to precisely the endeavor of doing so. Readers (and the occasional reviewer) will be forgiven for confusing fact with fiction, as Stephenson’s characters are so finely drawn they leap from the page and grasp the reader in a headlock. As Stephenson himself has pointed out, “novel” is a synonym for “romance,” a story, in his view, entirely premised on hypothesis. So although a work of historical fiction, it is even more a work of speculative fiction – that is, fiction which poses the question “What if…?” and then takes various possible answers to that question for a Nantucket sleigh ride. (Nantucket sleigh ride? Imagine, if you will, you have harpooned a whale. Furthermore, that the whale doesn’t care to have a harpoon imposed upon its blubber. The whale then takes you for a very wild ride, one beyond the ken of even Mr. Toad.)
Since I’ve summarized the plot of The Baroque Cycle elsewhere (with the above inserted disclaimer about the fictionality of certain beloved characters… sigh…), the question here must become: Is, then, The Cycle historical fiction, science fiction—or what? The answer must be: it is all that and more. It is the arbiters of the marketing departments of the octopussies of the mega-publishing conglomerates who decide where to slot a book into the stream of consumerism. But those jokers have less imagination than a snail squashed under the foot of a jack-booted running dog of capitalism. (And believe me, you haven’t lived until you’ve been snarled at by a jack-booted running dog; in the words of Dr. Emilio Lizardo, “It makes the ganglia twitch.”)
Trust me on this one: get thyself to a beach and start turning pages. You won’t regret it.
[Originally published in Curled Up with a Good Book]
SPOILER ALERT: I just had to look up the date of Isaac Newton's death - it was March 31st, 1737.
It was probably my least favorite of this trilogy--too much Waterhouse and not enough Shaftoe.
It sure took a long time to get going, but when things finally started to happen it was good times. Who would have thought--Daniel Waterhouse, action hero?
Stephenson keeps up his wry wit and dense historical allusions, mixing in real and fictional characters, while adding in a valedictory tone as the series draws to a close. Compared to my favorite volume, "Quicksilver," it has some pacing issues, with false climaxes littering the book's final third. But those are minor quibbles in a highly enjoyable series for people who enjoy both history and nerdy flourishes.
The final volume fulfills all of the promise of the prior installments. It principally concerns Daniel Waterhouse (with Jack and Eliza playing smaller roles, though they are ever-present in the plot) and his adventures in London. It is driven by mystery, and as with the prior novels, each strand of the plot comes together in a wonderful way.
The same strengths are evident - Stephenson does a nice job providing a simple explanation of complex ideas, especially the exceedingly difficult views of Leibniz. Some of the same weaknesses appear here (occasionally clunky dialogue and repetitive use of a similar chapter structure in which we are not told the identities of the characters involved and are instead slowly clued in to who they are). If one has enjoyed the prior volumes, than one can proceed with full confidence into the grand finale. It's an epic that deserves a noteworthy ending, and Stephenson fully delivers.
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