PIRANESI KINDLE FULL
He is the Beloved Child of the House, worshipful of its beauty and kindness, grateful for the survival it allows him, full of wondrous innocence and remarkable naïveté to the point where you fervently hope that he indeed loses some of that innocence before it’s too late.
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He has always been here, or at least from 2012 and until the Year the Albatross Came to the South-Western Halls. Piranesi has no memory of ever being anywhere else. Of the fifteen people whose existence is verifiable, only Myself and the Other are now living.” Possibly there have been more but I am a scientist and must proceed according to the evidence. “Since the World began it is certain that there have existed fifteen people. There are birds and fish and remains of thirteen humans, and two living ones - the Other, a man who visits our narrator for hour-long appointments twice a week on the search for mysterious Knowledge, a man clearly of the world that is similar to our own, and our narrator who the Other refers to as Piranesi, although “Piranesi” knows that it’s not his name. I have seen the Derelict Halls of the East where Ceilings, Floors – sometimes even Walls! – have collapsed and the dimness is split by shafts of grey Light.” I have explored the Drowned Halls where the Dark Waters are carpeted with white water lilies. I have climbed up to the Upper Halls where Clouds move in slow procession and Statues appear suddenly out of the Mists. To this end I have travelled as far as the Nine-Hundred-and-Sixtieth Hall to the West, the Eight-Hundred-and-Ninetieth Hall to the North and the Seven-Hundred-and-Sixty-Eighth Hall to the South. “I am determined to explore as much of the World as I can in my lifetime. No entrances or exits, just the House that is the World, both decrepitude and perfection. Imagine a labyrinthine partially ruined “House” with endless procession of interconnected enormous Halls and Vestibules, with bottom levels flooded by the ocean somehow held inside, and top layers covered in thick clouds, with enormous marble staircases covered by clashing Tides, and thousands upon thousands of marble statues. This is like a dream, slow, strange and intensely atmospheric, unbelievably immersive and engrossing. Regrettably, there’s not a single piranha in sight. “The Beauty of the House is immeasurable its Kindness infinite.”First of all, for those who - like me - read the blurb for this book, noted the mention of “the house with the ocean imprisoned in it” and automatically assumed that “Piranesi” has something to do with piranhas (because ocean = fish, right?) - yeah, that’s certainly not what the story is about. She lives in Cambridge with her partner, the novelist and reviewer Colin Greenland. Another, "Mr Simonelli or The Fairy Widower," was shortlisted for a World Fantasy Award in 2001.
One, "The Duke of Wellington Misplaces His Horse," first appeared in a limited-edition, illustrated chapbook from Green Man Press. She has published seven short stories and novellas in US anthologies. There she began working on her first novel, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell.įrom 1993 to 2003, Susanna Clarke was an editor at Simon and Schuster's Cambridge office, where she worked on their cookery list. She returned to England in 1992 and spent the rest of that year in County Durham, in a house that looked out over the North Sea. The following year she taught English in Bilbao. In 1990, she left London and went to Turin to teach English to stressed-out executives of the Fiat motor company. She was educated at St Hilda's College, Oxford, and has worked in various areas of non-fiction publishing, including Gordon Fraser and Quarto. A nomadic childhood was spent in towns in Northern England and Scotland. Susanna Clarke was born in Nottingham in 1959.
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