In his first novel, Vurt, (1993) Jeff Noon introduces us to a Manchester where the drug of choice is immersion in a virtual world, delivered by feathers placed down the throat. Some feathers (the blue) are benign: but others, the yellow, can kill. Vurt is a chase thriller set in a violent world where dogmen roam and shadowcops patrol the streets, where in Bottletown the streets are carpeted with broken glass, and where the old divisions between beast and human, real and virtual (hence, Vurt) are thinning.
It’s a book with drugs in, but Noon - who strongly denies being any part of a generation that would involve Irvine Welsh - spares us the obligatory drug hell. Junkies are boring. All they care about is where the next fix is coming from. But what if the drug, or the feather, actually got you into another world, and that world was objectively real, made so by the Vurt feather? And if, to go further, objects could be lost inside the Vurt, if they were swapped for an object of equal worth? Hence the Thing that the Stash riders, up until then a happy-go-lucky crew of youngsters living Moss Lane East, have in their van. The Thing just turned up and in exchange the Vurt took Scribble’s sister/lover Desdemona; now all Scribble and his friends want is to swap the two back. All the police want is to do them in. And somewhere, retreated into the Vurt, is the game’s controller, the Game Cat.
So Vurt becomes the Orpheus story, with Scribble - he’s a DJ sometimes known as Inky MC - going into Hell to retrieve his lost love. The language isn’t quite as unleashed yet though there are already plenty of jokelets: naturally a robocrusty (a half-robot being with a dog on a string) has his hair in droidlocks .… Turdsville, where the dogs live, is a particularly nasty invention, a dog equivalent of Bottletown, surrounded by waste. Right from the start Noon is obviously fascinated by boundaries, by the edges of things, by the way that one state can slide into another. The world of Vurt allows five basic states of being: human, dog, vurt, shadow, robot. Then there are second-level beings - hybrids between two of the five basic states - who are generally accepted as being superior to the five. Pure, goes an often repeated slogan, Is Poor. (and third- and fourth-level beings, while rare so far, are even better than second-level).
The protagonists of Vurt while not necessarily from poor backgrounds are alienated, by unfriendly family lives - a common Noon trope is the absent or abusive father - or by their choice of life. Jaz, a principal character in Noon’s third novel Nymphomation (1997) is British-Asian, and Vurt contains a remarkable sequence where Our Heroes evade the cops by diverting through an Eid celebration. Scribble himself is an outsider to outsiders by being apparently pure human but having within him, though he tries to deny it, a sliver of vurt, which betrays itself by flecks of gold in his eyes, and by his ability to go into the Vurt without needing a feather.
[originally published as part of "Falling out of Cars" in "Scream City," issue 1, 2006]