Often the reader is humbled by Piranesi’s own humility and gratitude, enlightened by his close scrutiny to the specialness of often mundane objects but occasionally the reader sees more in them than Piranesi can. He draws universal lessons from the smallest of incidents, tenderly reveres the remains of the only 13 other people who have ever lived, and honours the creatures and the things with which he shares the House.

Far from feeling imprisoned, he sees worlds in grains of sand, acquainting himself with every feature of the hundreds of rooms, each tide or cloud that passes through them, each statue in every room. The name could not be less fitting for our narrator.

The cosmos of the protagonist is limited to this building the name Piranesi, given him in mockery, is that of a real 18th-century Italian architect and artist who drew imaginary prisons. It is the story of a man who may or may not be called Piranesi, who may or may not live in a vast building which may or may not constitute an entire world inhabited by a single other person (sorry it’s very difficult to say much more about what happens in the book without spoilers). It’s true that a map of the building would have improved this glorious book, but other than that, what else could possibly add to it (except another 400 pages)? At one level – and as with the House in which most of the action takes place, there are many levels – this is the story of the awakening – or perhaps the near-extinguishing – of an innocent and trusting soul. The complicated geography (do I need to be able to find my way mentally around wherever we are?), the old-time language (all those capital letters, and the Vestibule) and the hint at ceremony (witnessing the joining of Three Tides) – there’s a vast amount of information packed into those two lines.īut despite being dense with meaning, that sentence is also very plainly and beautifully written.

“When the Moon rose in the Third Northern Hall I went to the Ninth Vestibule to witness the joining of Three Tides.”Īt first reading, the opening sentence of Susanna Clarke’s novel Piranesi, despite being irresistibly intriguing, might make your heart sink a little. Sunday 5 December 2021 Susanna Clarke’s Piranesi. Features Piranesi: a House of many mansions

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