I found out about Atmospheric Disturbances, by Rivka Galche, through the NYTimes’s UrbanEye mailing list. It’s about a psychiatrist who thinks his wife has been replaced by a doppelganger and tries to find his real wife.
From the very beginning of the novel, it’s questionable whether his wife really has been replaced or if it’s all in his head, especially since the only patient of the doctor’s that we ever meet has similar delusions. Because I have these doubts so early on (hello… the narrator is a psychologist), and because they’re not really answered until the very end of the book, I found most of it kind of boring. You can’t take anything that the narrator says very seriously because you think he’s crazy. I liked the idea of the novel enough to give me hope that there’d be more, but I ended up expecting there to be so much more to it that I was disappointed.
I don’t regret reading Atmospheric Disturbances but it’s not a book I would tell other people to read. Here are my highlights:
Loc. 103-5, added on Sunday, May 10, 2009, 03:00 PM
She does often manage to give people the impression that she loves them in a very personal and significant way; I must admit I find it pretty tiresome dealing with all her pathetic devotees who think they play a much larger role in her life than they actually do;
Loc. 148-51, added on Sunday, May 10, 2009, 03:07 PM
Functionally speaking, Harvey’s main problem—or some might say his “conflict with the consensus view of reality”—stemmed from a fixed magical belief that he had special skills for controlling weather phenomena, and that he was, consequently, employed as a secret agent for the Royal Academy of Meteorology, an institute whose existence a consensus view of reality actually would (and this surprised me at the time) affirm.
Loc. 174-75, added on Sunday, May 10, 2009, 03:11 PM
When asked about his absences, Harvey’s elucidation tended to go no further than to say that he was “laboring atmospherically.” Arguably these disappearances actually endangered his life.
Loc. 186-88, added on Sunday, May 10, 2009, 03:13 PM
I did make a few other efforts to gently instill in Harvey some creative doubt in the internal perceptions of his world—such doubt being the usual cornerstone of delusional treatment and the path back to the consensus view of reality. But I failed.
Loc. 198-200, added on Sunday, May 10, 2009, 03:15 PM
But that I—unlike Harvey—was an agent of superior rank. Who was in touch with an agent of even more superior rank. “Psychotics very much respect ranking,” she announced authoritatively.
Loc. 214-16, added on Sunday, May 10, 2009, 04:17 PM
“There’d still always loom the possibility of being discovered, of being revealed as a liar. I wouldn’t be able to go a day without worrying. I can’t live like that.” “Oh,” Rema answered with a small unimpressed shrug, “but that’s what life is like all the time, no?”
Loc. 262-63, added on Sunday, May 10, 2009, 04:24 PM
it struck me anew that I’d once thought that after enough time with me she would have put on a precious little potbelly and let her hair remain messy at home.
Loc. 277-78, added on Monday, May 11, 2009, 09:01 AM
it seemed like she’d been infected by a very American idea of identity, to think that who you were mostly consisted of what you did to get paid—that seemed silly to me.
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