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The Magus
by John Fowles
In a world of takes like reading should only ever be fun, it's not political, it's entertainment, this book stands in anathema.
Very little of this book was fun at all, it was a challenge. Fowles leads you down so many suddenly branching pathways that you can never quite settle into a narrative, come to enjoy a character or indulge in the writing, which is beautiful.
I just felt angry all way through, anger at the godgame, at the helplessness, of the lies and the inability to find a single truth, and that's when the genius of the book hit me. The book is the godgame, Fowles is the magus and we are the subject, racing round the Greek foothills in the shadow, trying to make sense of it all, trying to figure out if any of this is worthwhile for the sake of an imagined love. In the end the answer is frustratingly simple and as contradictory as the game. It is, and it is not.
Very little of this book was fun at all, it was a challenge. Fowles leads you down so many suddenly branching pathways that you can never quite settle into a narrative, come to enjoy a character or indulge in the writing, which is beautiful.
I just felt angry all way through, anger at the godgame, at the helplessness, of the lies and the inability to find a single truth, and that's when the genius of the book hit me. The book is the godgame, Fowles is the magus and we are the subject, racing round the Greek foothills in the shadow, trying to make sense of it all, trying to figure out if any of this is worthwhile for the sake of an imagined love. In the end the answer is frustratingly simple and as contradictory as the game. It is, and it is not.