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What a beautiful book. It's been a while since I read a page-turner like this one.
Susanna Clarke's "Piranesi" is mystical, mysterious, otherworldly. A house, a labyrinth, a world so different from our own that you're mesmerized by it from the very first page. And you begin to love it and long for it by the last.
There's no way to make this review less vague without spoiling everything. I think the beauty of this book lies in not knowing what it's about. You begin a journey of mystery and beauty, and the world in the book presents itself to you slowly at first, and then all at once.
It becomes a terrifying tale— But it's also a book about seeing the beauty in everything: in all the birds, the leaves, the tides. Being comforted by existence itself. Knowing that whatever you do, the world is there, made for you, providing everything you need to survive, to feel, to love—you just need to grasp it.
By the end of this book, I felt such nostalgia for a world I've never even known. Clarke describes it so mesmerizingly that you understand all the people who've managed to witness it and all who risk their own sanity to live in it. Simple. Mystical. Beautiful. Empty. Peaceful. A house one with nature. Infinite peace.
Susanna Clarke's "Piranesi" is mystical, mysterious, otherworldly. A house, a labyrinth, a world so different from our own that you're mesmerized by it from the very first page. And you begin to love it and long for it by the last.
"I was in a house with many rooms. The sea sweeps through the house. Sometimes it swept over me, but always I was saved."
There's no way to make this review less vague without spoiling everything. I think the beauty of this book lies in not knowing what it's about. You begin a journey of mystery and beauty, and the world in the book presents itself to you slowly at first, and then all at once.
It becomes a terrifying tale—
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one of imprisonment, the minotaur in its labyrinth."The Beauty of the House is immeasurable; its Kindness infinite."
By the end of this book, I felt such nostalgia for a world I've never even known. Clarke describes it so mesmerizingly that you understand all the people who've managed to witness it and all who risk their own sanity to live in it. Simple. Mystical. Beautiful. Empty. Peaceful. A house one with nature. Infinite peace.
"In my mind are all the tides, their seasons, their ebbs and their flows. In my mind are all the halls, the endless procession of them, the intricate pathways. When this world becomes too much for me, when I grow tired of the noise and the dirt and the people, I close my eyes and I name a particular vestibule to myself; then I name a hall."