It takes a very cool premise, then fills it with incongruences and predictable twists that you understand chapters ahead of the protagonist. Then it all ends up being (SPOILERS AHEAD) a “humans used to literally talk to nature, modern society bad” mumbojumbo with some kind of unexplained multiverse in it.
Man, I loved that book. Susanna Clarke has a gift for describing and immersing the reader in dreamlike, almost psychedelic liminal spaces. If you approach it more like poetry than for the plot, it’s a magical (pun intended) book.
Piranesi by Susanna Clarke, and I hated it.
It takes a very cool premise, then fills it with incongruences and predictable twists that you understand chapters ahead of the protagonist. Then it all ends up being (SPOILERS AHEAD) a “humans used to literally talk to nature, modern society bad” mumbojumbo with some kind of unexplained multiverse in it.
Man, I loved that book. Susanna Clarke has a gift for describing and immersing the reader in dreamlike, almost psychedelic liminal spaces. If you approach it more like poetry than for the plot, it’s a magical (pun intended) book.