![]() This is a world so foreign to modern experience we might as well be walking the wood between the worlds. This is not otherworldly in a “space and aliens” sense. The setting is otherworldly, isn’t it? Those marble statues in the towering walls, the waves crashing over the floor, clouds among the ceiling vaults. Let’s begin with Clarke’s vision of primeval man wandering throughout the House. Lewis is not the most influential Inkling in this book (though there are plenty of intriguing references to Uncle Andrew) and I want to offer some insights into this more intimate connection between Clarke and the oft-forgotten Inkling, Owen Barfield. If you want to share in my experience, stop here. ![]() This is only one of many subtleties that blur the line between fiction and reality, most of which I will do my best to leave intact, because that night I began Piranesi I knew nothing about the story. Lewis’s The Magician’s Nephew, and the second seemingly from an obscure academic interview. Across the cover is an image of a faun playing a flute and dancing on a pillar above the waves. Published sixteen years after her first novel, her second can be read in one or two sittings. ![]()
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