La casa de Piranesi no es un edificio cualquiera: sus habitaciones son monumentales, con paredes llenas de miles de estatuas, y sus pasillos, interminables. Dentro del dédalo de corredores hay un océano aprisionado en el que las olas retumban y las mareas inundan los aposentos. Pero Piranesi no tiene miedo: comprende las embestidas del mar igual que el patrón del laberinto, mientras explora los límites de su mundo y avanza, con la ayuda de un hombre llamado El Otro, en una investigación científica para alcanzar El Gran Conocimiento Secreto.
If we were born in another world what form would the shadows cast upon the walls of our cave take? What mythologies and art would inform our identity? What are the limits that malicious people have to do harm through warping and confining our realities? How does the society around me shape the person I am at any given time?
Piranesi explores these questions in a labyrinth of an endless house full of statues that is flooded by the sea. The answers are in the faces of our neighbors and in the hushing pose of the faun.
Practical stuff out of the way first: This book is written as a series of journal entries. It's reasonably short (not a heavy tome like Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell). I read it in bits and pieces over the course of a couple of days.
The book is like a dream that slowly becomes more lucid over time. It's weird, but in a dream-like way. Or, you could say that it starts out like a dream and then slowly turns into a mystery. The author manages to build a very vivid (if somewhat empty) world over the short number of pages. It's one of those books (or movies) that changes your thinking a bit during the time you're reading it and makes everything feel a bit surreal.
I am struggling to come up with a fair comparison to another book. It's like a cross between a surreal dream-like movie (think …
Practical stuff out of the way first: This book is written as a series of journal entries. It's reasonably short (not a heavy tome like Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell). I read it in bits and pieces over the course of a couple of days.
The book is like a dream that slowly becomes more lucid over time. It's weird, but in a dream-like way. Or, you could say that it starts out like a dream and then slowly turns into a mystery. The author manages to build a very vivid (if somewhat empty) world over the short number of pages. It's one of those books (or movies) that changes your thinking a bit during the time you're reading it and makes everything feel a bit surreal.
I am struggling to come up with a fair comparison to another book. It's like a cross between a surreal dream-like movie (think David Lynch), a man alone on a deserted island narrative, and an urban fantasy novel.
It does get a bit violent toward the end but not in a particularly gruesome way.
The main reason I'm giving it 4 stars rather than 5 is because it started to feel a bit rushed toward the end, like some stuff was skipped over for the sake of not going on too long or feeling too repetitive. The other reason is that the secondary villain in the book is gay and that feels stereotypical and old fashioned, like a random element inserted from a book written 40+ years ago.
