It is Victor's 80th birthday and he is rich enough to celebrate it in exactly the style he designates. There is to be no fuss, no presents, just six of his oldest acquaintances, men like himself, though not quite as rich, who started off as mere traders in the city's market place. Soapies, like him, named for the washing fountain at the centre of the city, where the remnants of a garden provide the setting for the chaos of the unregulated market. He will have an old-fashioned troupe of female accordionists for his birthday music, and he will have his trout brought to him by taxi, from the countryside, still living and transported very carefully in a special tank. In his somewhat reptillian brain, Victor is planning a new monument to his ego - but it will mean the destruction of the market place from where he rose to prominence after the most inauspicious of beginnings.
The birthday fish, however, have to make their initial journey by train, and in the same freight-carriage a country boy, Joseph, wearing a catalogue-bought suit of cream linen, stows away - tired of the hard work in the fields, he fancies himself a city boy at heart, for the streets of the city are paved, not with gold, but hope. It is a long journey and Joseph's bladder is strong, but not that strong, and so he relieves his bladder in the tank carrying the fish.
This atmospheric novel tells us about Joseph (and the fish) in the future, goes back over Victor's past and his romantic ideals about a countryside he barely remembers, and documents the present affairs (of all kinds) experienced by Victor's 'fixer', Rook, once a Soapy firebrand always dressed in black, now co-opted by the usual means to Victor's cause.
It must be said that the pace is a little stately in places. In compensation there is the creative brilliance of Crace's language and the absolute security of his imagination in bringing to life this place and time. Again, as with most of Crace's work, time and place are not made plain, though this city most resembles somewhere in Italy, and is Mediterranean in feel and culture. The story will end with the aftermath of a city riot, with death, with imprisonment, and with the triumph of those worldly enough to see that the future is in money. Not tradition, not romance, quite simply - capitalism.
This novel is one of Crace's best, though it isn't quite equal in power and impact to, say, Signals of Distress, Quarantine, Six, or my particular favourite, The Pesthouse.