Plowing the Dark
No one who enjoyed Richard Powers's remarkable breakthrough  novel,Galatea 2.2, will be surprised that he has returned to the richly  promising realm of cyber-invention, one of our age's few remaining frontiers and a siren call to restless intellects.  InPlowing the Dark,  an old friend recruits a  disillusioned New York artist named Adie Klarpol to work on "the  Cavern." TeraSys, a Seattle-based company, is building this virtual environment  at great expense in the hope that it will lower its enormous tax liability  as well as, in the long run, provide the template for all such virtual playrooms.  "Millions of dollars of funding," Adie's friend Steve tells  her when she arrives on the job, "and nobody around this dump can draw  worth squat."  Suitably impressed by the Cavern's programming, and slowly absorbing its dazzling capacity to project vivid and convincing illusions, she sets herself the task of creating a faithful 3-D version of Rousseau'sDream.  Her painstaking efforts in the Realization  Lab are aided by a host of supporting characters, one of whom, Spider Lim, proves so sensitive that he gets a bruise from bumping into one of  Adie's virtual tree branches. And when the central female figure appears  among the foliage, Lim is irresistibly drawn in, marveling thattheir first successful leaf, twirling in the Cavern darkness, had led  to this--this pale, lentil body turning in his mind's dark. This scapular profile, these tow-line braids.  Her hips fell somewhere on the  Limaçon of Pascal.  The squares of her breasts' abscissas and ordinates summed to  an integer. This was the math of women, a field he'd given up studying, female equations whose complexities had long ago surpassed  his ability to differentiate.Powers's lush language corresponds to Adie's vision of Rousseau's jungle, and in turn to Rousseau's own ecstatic vision. Yet there  is also  something elegiac in the author's lavish descriptions of the Cavern's miracles, as if he were offering a late, last flowering of words before the cultural ascendancy of the image.  Great, quotable chunks weight every page.  Even readers fond of extravagant prose may find Powers's verbal persistence wearying, though it argues that there are still contradictions and subtleties of mind that no image can track.--Regina Marler--This text refers to theHardcoveredition.