This weird domestic setting has the "rakish, cosy, fake-surrealist air of a cigarette advert," while the lights visible from thousands of feet above sea level look like a UFO, the land "rolling in from an infinitely polluted sea." Rather than recoiling from the ruined country, Mike notices these apparent opposites harmonise, the carpark "bobb(ing) gently on the psychic swell." The landscape is often given this emergent psychology, and it's never reducible to any one component: "Motorway bridges, smoke, spires, glow in the sun: it is a kind of psychic illumination." Nature is the sum of human waste in Climbers. Our introduction to the world of Climbers is the Standedge moorland, the A62 murmuring behind the Roman roads and haunted quarries, narrator Mike and mentor Normal sitting out in the drizzling open air, on armchairs that have been left along with the rest of the loungeset across the ridge.
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