The Silver Wind is a book of four short stories (five really, with the Afterword), which may be treated as a kind of experimental novel. Experimental because the stories are interlinked in such a way that they create a whole greater than the sum of its parts, which is, nonetheless, dependent for its effects on being independent parts.
The theme of all the stories is time, specifically in relation to watches. The many-worlds theory has now entered popular imagination, and this volume is an especially interesting example of the fiction that has arisen from that theory. There is a slight (and agreeable) feeling that this is the many-worlds theory as explored by Heath Robinson, since the exploration of the different worlds hinges upon what may seem the quaint mechanics of the horologe (watch or clock). To a lay reader, such as I am, there is (Heath Robinson notwithstanding) also a peculiar convincing felicity to such technical details as are given to explain the various time anomalies explored in the stories, and this felicity reinforces the emotional content of the works, too. That content is human attachment and loss, and particularly in relation to the delicate mechanisms of chance that bring people together, or separate them again. In one story the central character, Martin Newland, is particularly close to someone who is absent from his life in another; in all the stories (the fourth hints at a possible redemption) Martin is haunted by feelings of absence, as if he once had something, or knew something, now lost and forgotten.
Early on in my reading of The Silver Wind, I had the feeling that I was reading children's literature, but for adults. For some people this might not be understood as the compliment that it truly is. The Silver Wind is most certainly an adult book, and is especially adult in its calm, non-judgemental treatment of the various characters and their inmost feelings. However, it does that thing that very few works of adult fiction do; it suggests that what is most magical in human life may be understood somehow by going into the minatory shadows of the unmagical. It is especially an autumnal book, because it contains a secret warmth and festivity beneath a dark and threatening firmament.
I think that C.S. Lewis provides a useful reference point here. The magic in the work of Lewis and the magic in the work of Allan seem to me to have one thing at least in common, and that is an understanding of the concept of 'sehnsucht'. C.S. Lewis described sehnsucht as follows: "That unnameable something, desire for which pierces us like a rapier at the smell of bonfire, the sound of wild ducks flying overhead, the title of The Well at the World's End, the opening lines of 'Kubla Khan', the morning cobwebs in late summer, or the noise of falling waves."
The Silver Wind is full of this feeling.
Plot precis is not my strong-point, and the plot, in any case, shared between four or five stories that run in parallel (or in Spaghetti Junction) rather than consecutively, is rather too elaborate for casual precis. Suffice it to say that Martin's fascination with watches leads him into a twilight knowledge of other timelines intersecting with this. In all the timelines we are shown his destiny is linked in varying, fragile ways with the sames lives and major events - a sister he loves and loses, an absent father, and a dwarf called Owen Andrews who makes time machines (both literally and literally, so to speak - clocks or watches that either just tell the time, or that also influence it). Martin's sliding from world to world also takes him into a dystopian Britain which, in the context of the story, we make take as the right timeline (reality) or the wrong one (nightmare).
Since one theme of the works assembled here is the non-linear nature of time, it would probably be inappropriate if the volume were anything other than open-ended, and, indeed, it is open-ended. The reader is invited to view the stories as Owen Andrews might view the workings of various machines with which he is tinkering - we may try for ourselves to see which pieces fit best with which.
Overall a deft and fascinating collection and one that makes me interested to see what Allan will produce next.