Hello there, fellow bookish folks! How are you doing?
The week is reaching it’s middle but I’ve no idea what I’ll be doing. As I write you this words, I’m… currently scheduling this post. Sound so strange once it’s written down.
Anyway, while I write I’m watching a very interesting film, but probably trashy, called Priest. It involve a badass priest fighter, vampire and wasteland. I’ll just add that there are throwing stars that are actually cross.
The perfect background for writing a review, as the rain pour outside, a hot tea and a lighter candle by my side.
Title: The Night Circus
Author: Erin Morgenstern
The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night.
But behind the scenes, a fierce competition is underway—a duel between two young magicians, Celia and Marco, who have been trained since childhood expressly for this purpose by their mercurial instructors. Unbeknownst to them, this is a game in which only one can be left standing, and the circus is but the stage for a remarkable battle of imagination and will. Despite themselves, however, Celia and Marco tumble headfirst into love—a deep, magical love that makes the lights flicker and the room grow warm whenever they so much as brush hands.
True love or not, the game must play out, and the fates of everyone involved, from the cast of extraordinary circus performers to the patrons, hang in the balance, suspended as precariously as the daring acrobats overhead.
Written in rich, seductive prose, this spell-casting novel is a feast for the senses and the heart.
The Night Circus is far away from being the usual circus you can be used to. It comes out of a dream. It’s a place of enchantment and visions, even some illusions that aren’t quite so.
It seems like a nice and pure place, with white and black on its tent. You know, full of order… until it gets bloody.
I think this will end up being one of my most strange reviews. Some years have passed since my read, but I’m glad I had some words for this book, hidden in my virtual archive. And since the new book of the author is already between us, I thought this was going to be an amazing occasion to write something about the story.
But, The Night Circus is one of those books that caught without leaving me with too much say, because it was such a peculiar story and narration that describing it, narrating or attempting to put a sense in it would have been almost a pity.
The whole story, turning around between Marco and Celia, tells of a magic that is never explicit called so, a love that takes its time, and a challenge that almost until the end appears to be mostly unknown.
One thing that caught was how, despite Celia and Marco supposedly being the centre of the story, I felt like Le Cirque des Reves was much more central. It’s were everything happens, or to where everything is bonded.
The author spends her time describing it, in its white and black contrast. its wonders, tent, little and big dreams.
The surreal aura, if can be called like that, exist in the other characters too. Like, in all of them. The pass around, but I felt that none of them stopped enough long to be touched. I couldn’t grasp them. And while this was fascinating, it was also damaging.
It definitely felt like a dream. Or very strange near but also distant sequences.
One thing that may put off many people, is The Night Circus in its solemn slowness. Everything comes slowly: Marco and Celia’s love, the plot, crossing distance of years. So, while I do believe in the truth of slow burn, for a long time I didn’t see where the book was going.
And this is probably the only fault for me. At a certain point it was like getting a tiny bit lost. Where the author was going? There was an actual story or just a sum of random events? Where was the climax, the final point, what really was at stake?
The lack of answers maybe can add to the fault. While, at a certain degree, I do agree that it fits The Night Circus narration and atmosphere, I still feel like I was denied that tiny bit of explanation that put, if not sense, a major and stronger link between the magic.
How does it work, what its role? How the game works? I don’t think I got an answer out of the book, and probably never will since there will be no sequel.
The Night Circus, flaws or not flaws, left in me a vague sense of dread, dream, sadness, happiness but none of them arrived immediately. They took their time, presenting themselves just few days after finishing the novel. Something I didn’t see at the start but surely appeared at the end.