What makes the dystopian future described by Finnish author Antti Tuomainen so disturbing is that it so closely resembles parts of the world we live in today. He’s made the canny decision to dispense with futuristic tech and all the other trappings we’ve come to associate with the post-apocalypse: Mad Maxx gangs roaming a barren landscape, the rich farming the poor like domesticated cattle, the rise of the machines, etc. None of those factor into Tuomainen’s vision for the future: a place where we still live in houses and apartments, have jobs (if we’re lucky), call for cabs on crowded streets, shop for clothes and scan the tabloids for dirt on the latest pop sensation.
Instead he shows us how we have created the circumstances which will eventually end us.
That’s the whole problem in the first place… That everyone got to choose. Endlessly, with no limits. That’s why we’re here today….As if electronics wrapped in plastic or cotton irrigated with drinking water could ever be anything but a detriment, the cause of the destruction, replacing something irreplaceable with a pile of trash…
I don’t think a more frightening scenario exists. Which is exactly what the author intends.
The Healer is set in an unspecified future where the consequences of climate change have only recently made themselves apparent – at least in the cataclysmic sense. Resources haven’t been completely depleted, but they are running out. Refugees are arriving in the Northern hemisphere en masse. Finland, a country that occupies a total area of 130,596 geographic square miles (that’s 16,446 square miles less than the state of Montana), has become one giant refugee camp. Everything is chaos. Disease is rampant. Food and shelter are running out. There’s 13 wars/conflicts happening in the EU. The reader is witnessing the breakdown of civilization. Tuomainen has his protagonist describe evenings spent at the apartment window, sipping coffee and looking at dozens of orange pinpoints of light in the distance. They are giant fires, built by the displaced, dotting the landscape.
Helsinki is the place where everyone is escaping to. Readers are given hints, but are for the most part left on their own to conjure the places the refugees are escaping from. We get a sense of the dire situation when the book’s hero is befriended by a cab driver, a “young North African man” named Hamid who will prove to be worth his weight in gold.
Hamid liked Finland. Here, at least, there was some possibility of making good – he might even be able to start a family here.
I listened to his fast-flowing, broken English and watched him in profile. A narrow, light-brown face, alert, nut-brown eyes in the rearview mirror; quick hands on the steering wheel. Then I looked at the city flashing by, the flooded streets glistening, puddles the size of ponds, shattered windows, doors pried from their hinges, cars burned black, and people wandering in the rain. Where I saw doom, Hamid saw hope.
It’s a slow and steady decline towards extinction. And into this environment Tuomainen has plotted a missing person case that is completely riveting. There is no one, catastrophic, event that put us in this place. Just a series of bad decisions.
Tapani Lehtinen, the hero and narrator, isn’t a detective. He’s a poet whose last collection was published four years earlier. His wife, Johanna, is a journalist investigating an eco-terrorist turned serial killer known only as “The Healer”. When the book opens she’s been missing for approximately 24 hours. All Tapani has to begin his search with is a phone call from Johanna he recorded by mistake. She tells him she’ll be away overnight, following a lead. Her last words to him are: “See you tomorrow at the latest. I love you.”
Tapani attempts to go to the police for help, even approaching an Inspector who Johanna had once helped to solve an important case. But, like everything else, the force is in disarray. They can’t keep up with the influx of people and crime. Private security companies are popping up everywhere – often doing more harm than good. Everyone with the resources to do so has fled even farther North. In the end all the Inspector can offer Tapani is police resources: video footage, access to information, and the occasional assist. There’s no man-power to spare.
It turns out to be enough. The trail Tapani follows is made up of his & Johanna’s shared and individual histories. As the plot develops it’s close to impossible to stop reading. Everything feels so plausible. Each revelation becomes another piece in the natural progression of events. As for the translation – it’s fantastic. Whether Lola Roger has been completely faithful to the original I can’t say. But I’ve always looked at the act of translation as being a collaboration between an author and translator – the result of which should be judged on its own merit and not just as a variation of a form (bear with me: I’m getting a little Platonic here). The English translation of The Healer is a fully realized and beautifully written book in and of itself.
The ending, particularly, is brilliant. I’ve seen it described as an “open ending” in some reviews, which to me implies that there might be a sequel. That would be a shame. Without giving anything away (brief tangent: did anyone else read Joyce Carol Oates NYRB reviews of two of Derek Raymond’s “Factory” novels/mysteries? She gives away the killer for BOTH books! WHO does THAT????!) the ending is perfectly in tune with the world Tuomainen describes. In addition, it structurally reflects the novel’s over-arcing message and is a clever piece of writing. Any other direction he might have gone in would have felt contrived and cliché. Instead, it is the best part of the book. No small compliment when describing a book this good. Like Eliot, Tuomainen sees the power in allowing the world to end. Not with a bang but a whimper.
The Healer is Antti Tuomainen’s third novel. It won the Clue Award for the Best Finnish Crime Novel of 2011 and was subsequently translated into 26 different languages.
Publisher: Henry Holt and Company, New York (2013)
ISBN: 978 0 8050 9554 8