The narrator of âCreation Lakeâ (Scribner), Rachel Kushnerâs new novel, is the pseudonymous Sadie Smith, a thirty-four-year-old American who specializes in infiltrating tight-knit groups of rebels, radicals, and subversives. She has penetrated a criminal biker gang and attempted to entrap eco-anarchists committed to animal liberation. Her current mission has landed her in France, where she is tasked with surveilling an anarchist commune called Le Moulin, in the southwestern region of Guyenne. The Moulinards farm; they raise their children collectively; and, though the government cannot yet prove it, they are suspected of sabotaging local infrastructure in order to crippleâor at least hobbleâthe capitalist state. Six months before the novelâs action begins, five costly excavators that were being used to dig a âmegabasin,â a huge, plasticlined reservoir intended to store water for the industrial production of corn, were found burned in a presumed act of arson. âBetween BouliÚre and Tayssac I had seen this corn, vast fields of green, sterile as a Nebraskan Monsanto horizon,â Sadie observes. The Moulinards deplore such environmental degradationâone of their goals is to ârewildâ the surrounding ecosystemâbut Sadie is unbothered. Sheâs a mercenary, unfreighted by qualm or scruple. She doesnât even know the identity of the shadowy âcontactsâ who have hired herâ only that they are paying her well.
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