Carpentier's `LS' is the story of an academic and composer who revives a long abandoned project to collect lost and forgotten musical instruments from remote corners of the world. Originally, he and his mistress, a wannabe bohemian trapped in her narrow western mindset, view the trip as little more than a jolly, and decide to fake the instruments rather than actually search for them. However, a revolution in the (unnamed) South American state they find themselves in forces them deeper into the jungle they had been trying to avoid. The composer's distance from the world he is used to awakens a dormant passion for life that forces him to decide between his old life and a new one in the jungle. `TLS' is a real `Heart of Darkness' book, except that civilisation is to be found in the jungle, and it is the cities being left behind where the savages live.
`TLS' is set apart from other similar books by the role played by music in the composer's reawakening. Music, and the composer's attitude to it, is a constant reference point and charts his development as a character. When he hears the refined classical music of Europe in conjunction with the ongoing holocaust, it causes him to doubt traditional definitions of civilisation and progress. The first victim of the coup in the South American town is European Choirmaster, who is shot while defiantly enjoying an almost colonial decadence in the midst of poverty. His shooting is an allegory for the death of the old music in the composer's mind. From then on, his music comes from more natural sources: the sounds of animals, of wind, of running water. Carpentier repeatedly describes the sounds of every new environment the composer encounters, not merely as sounds, but in terms of music. As he gains the ability to hear the music as the world sings it, rather than simply just detached and intellectualised, as it has been tamed by humans, his contempt for his wife and mistress, and for his old life as a whole, grows. This theme, of the rediscovery of natural music, is brilliantly realised by Carpentier, and expertly serves to turn traditional definitions of civilisation on their heads.
I have rarely been so completely engrossed in a novel as I was by `TLS'. The writing is as lyrical as a Malcolm Lowry, and flows beautifully on the page. The musical theme is matched by equally musical prose, and the central idea was brilliantly realised, so that I had no problem seeing what Carpentier was trying to achieve, despite its subtlety. `TLS' is world literature at its very best, and a strong recommendation from me.