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A review by paeandbooks
A Mountain to the North, a Lake to the South, Paths to the West, a River to the East by László Krasznahorkai, Adán Kovacsics Meszaros
Perfectly woven from whispers, fogs, and silence, this is (for me) the peak of atmospherical storytelling. The first page, literally the first paragraph took me to another world; the description was vivid and rich in details. It defies any categorization, lays somewhere between fable, meditation, and existential exploration. Heck, I can't even point which star should I give. It permeates the entire narrative, mirroring the protagonist's inner turmoil, and bring the readers the heaviness and frustrations. The act of observing fills the void created at the beginning, and soon filled the weight of the mountain looming in the distance, senses the tranquility of the lake, and envisions the winding paths that offer both direction and uncertainty.
The sentences are long. Like stretching long, and fitfully so. It created a sense of meditative and invited me to engage in a silent battle of introspection, inviting me to delve into the protagonist's internal landscape.
Should you read this? Yes, if you can:
1) bear long sentences without breaking any focus
2) frustrating details on frustrating things.
The sentences are long. Like stretching long, and fitfully so. It created a sense of meditative and invited me to engage in a silent battle of introspection, inviting me to delve into the protagonist's internal landscape.
Should you read this? Yes, if you can:
1) bear long sentences without breaking any focus
2) frustrating details on frustrating things.