{"id":11763,"date":"2012-09-15T14:27:06","date_gmt":"2012-09-15T18:27:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=11763"},"modified":"2021-09-13T13:27:02","modified_gmt":"2021-09-13T17:27:02","slug":"book-review-the-night-circus-by-erin-morgenstern","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2012\/09\/book-review-the-night-circus-by-erin-morgenstern\/","title":{"rendered":"Book Review: <em>The Night Circus<\/em>, by Erin Morgenstern"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/johnesimpson.com\/images\/bigtop_trippy4u_deviantart.png?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" style=\"width: 100%;\" title=\"'Big Top,' by user '*Trippy4U' at deviantART\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/johnesimpson.com\/images\/bigtop_trippy4u_deviantart.png?ssl=1\" alt=\"\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p class=\"smalltext\"><em>[Image: <\/em>Big Top<em>, a photograph (!) by user &#8220;*Trippy4U&#8221; <a title=\"DeviantArt: 'Big Top,' by *Trippy4U\" href=\"http:\/\/trippy4u.deviantart.com\/art\/Big-Top-118821971\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">at the deviantART site<\/a>. More in <a href=\"#note\">the note<\/a> at the foot of this <\/em>(looooong)<em> post.]<\/em><\/p>\n<span class=\"su-dropcap su-dropcap-style-light\" style=\"font-size:2em\">O<\/span>n the planet of Literature of the Fantastic (considered separately from its sister worlds, for horror and science fiction), you will find three major continents, inhabited (with a great deal of crossover) by generally three types of being.<\/p>\n<p>You will find, for starters, the land of ancient and often supernatural beings: gods and lesser immortals of myth (dryads,&nbsp;<em>cyclopes<\/em>, and such); fairies, elves, pixies, and leprechauns; unicorns, dragons, and mermaids; any or all of the Four Horsemen (especially Death).<\/p>\n<p>Across the ocean in one direction lies the land of latter-day heroics. (&#8220;Latter-day&#8221; refers to the time of this continent&#8217;s creation, although many of its denizens are centuries or even millennia of age.) Aside from humans, the most common inhabitants may be horses. Swords and other weapons are commonly brandished here, occasionally in the vicinity of&nbsp;immigrants and tourists from the first land, often in the direction of wild creatures invented specifically (because convenient) for the tale at hand: ents and orcs, sand worms, Frankenstein&#8217;s monster, the Jabberwock, blast-ended skrewts&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>On the face of it, on the third continent we&#8217;d feel most at home. The populace here is all familiar to us, just from looking around at the (present or past) &#8220;real&#8221; world: donkeys and dogs and other domestic animals; lions and swans, friendly brontosauri; and, well, <em>the people next door<\/em>. But then we dig a little deeper and the &#8220;reality&#8221; drops away: the animals talk, not just among themselves but to us, they argue and scheme, some of them have <em>jobs<\/em>; and when we visit the people next door, we find them mixing potions in the kitchen, the surfaces of their bedroom furniture writhing with living ivy, their homes&#8217; very walls sided not with vinyl or clapboard but with gingerbread and treacle.<\/p>\n<p>Many of the Grimm &#8220;fairy&#8221; tales &#8212; which feature no fairies &#8212; fall into the latter category, and so do Aesop&#8217;s fables. Also here you&#8217;ll find whole shelves full of one-off,&nbsp;<em>sui generis<\/em> works with (nearly or in fact) no counterpart elsewhere.<\/p>\n<p>And on one of&nbsp;<em>those<\/em> shelves, you&#8217;ll find Erin Morgenstern&#8217;s&nbsp;<em>The Night Circus<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/johnesimpson.com\/images\/nightcircuscover.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright\" title=\"Cover of 'The Night Circus,' by Erin Morgenstern (US trade paperback edition)\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/johnesimpson.com\/images\/nightcircuscover_sm.jpg?resize=225%2C347&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"347\"><\/a><span class=\"su-dropcap su-dropcap-style-light\" style=\"font-size:2em\">M<\/span>uch that you need to know about&nbsp;<em>The Night Circus<\/em> announces itself in the opening sentences:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The circus arrives without warning.<\/p>\n<p>No announcements precede it, no paper notices on downtown posts and billboards, no mentions or advertisements in local newspapers. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Much of the rest of what you&#8217;ll eventually know about it appears on the front cover of the US trade-paperback edition, shown at the right (click to enlarge):<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Two figures, a man and a woman &#8212; both in Victorian garb &#8212; are turned away from but look back at each other. The cover depicts them as gray silhouettes, sprinkled with stars, accompanied by a puff of smoke (at the man&#8217;s feet) and a bird (at the woman&#8217;s). Despite the orientation of their bodies, it&#8217;s hard to escape the sense that these people are focused on each other: the man seems to doff his hat at the woman, and their upper bodies lean&nbsp;<em>backwards<\/em>, as though each is tugged in a direction opposite to his or her movement.<\/li>\n<li>Between the man and a woman is a circular, heavily geometric figure in black and white, trimmed with red. It looks almost like an oncoming locomotive. On closer inspection, you see that this figure represents what appear to be circus tents, topped with pennants, and looked over by a large clock. (The time is a couple of minutes after midnight.)<\/li>\n<li>&#8230;Then you pick the book up, and that&#8217;s when you notice something further &#8212; that the circular figure is a&nbsp;<em>cutout<\/em>, and when you turn this exterior cover you reveal the larger graphic behind: a woman&#8217;s open hand, palm up, on which the circus rests. (This inner cover, as it happens, is the cover which appeared <a title=\"Cover, 'The Night Circus' (first US hardback edition)\">on the first US hardback edition<\/a>.)<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<span class=\"su-dropcap su-dropcap-style-light\" style=\"font-size:2em\">H<\/span>ere&#8217;s what happens (he said, stepping all gingerly-like around a thicket of spoilers):<\/p>\n<p>The lives of a troupe of nineteenth-century circus performers (and hangers-on, and sponsors) grow increasingly entangled with one another over the course of decades. Love, competition, yearning, revenge, curiosity, sacrifice, and above all&nbsp;<em>mystery<\/em> &#8212; it all swirls about them, envelops them, guides their actions.<\/p>\n<p>But more than all those abstractions, what rules these people is magic,&nbsp;<em>real<\/em> magic. No one performs parlor tricks with trapdoors, mirrors, and smoke. Not a single wand or wizard&#8217;s staff makes its appearance. No one gets sawn in half&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Those of you who&#8217;ve seen the Harry Potter films may remember a scene in which Professor Lupin (played by David Thewlis) gives Harry some private lessons in facing his fears. Lupin has a locked trunk in his quarters, and in the trunk is a boggart (a creature which disguises itself as its adversary&#8217;s worst fear). Lupin confirms that Harry&#8217;s ready, and then he&nbsp;<em>unlocks the trunk by gesturing at it<\/em>. All the complex locks, buckles, and latches simply slide and snap out of the way, leaving the lid free for Lupin to open.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; font-size: 90%; line-height: 1.25em;\">[I&#8217;ve searched, but cannot find a video of that moment anywhere online. Maybe it didn&#8217;t strike anyone else as wondrously as it it struck me. Or &#8212; maybe more likely &#8212; maybe the film&#8217;s producers are just obsessively copyright-infringement-aggressive.]\n<p>That&#8217;s what much of the magic in&nbsp;<em>The Night Circus<\/em> is like: no one speaks any spells, curses, or any other &#8220;magic words.&#8221; Each magician simply, well,&nbsp;<em>attends to<\/em> things in his or her respective, idiosyncratic way&#8230; and things which shouldn&#8217;t be possible simply, well,&nbsp;<em>happen<\/em>. Almost none of them have any idea how, exactly, they&#8217;re able to produce their effects. (Note one implication of this: those who can&#8217;t understand how they do it also can&#8217;t teach others to do it.)<\/p>\n<p>Now, if you&#8217;re a reader who resists suspending disbelief, this may put you off considerably. At least in the Potter (and similar) worlds, performing magic is &#8220;merely&#8221; a matter of doing a certain something a certain way. You transform a bird into a bat by casting the transformation spell. If you can&#8217;t cast that spell (or so your reading subconscious self tells you), it&#8217;s just because no one has ever taught it to you, and\/or you&#8217;ve not practiced enough. But you&nbsp;<em>could<\/em> cast it, if you really really wanted to and really really studied and practiced hard.<\/p>\n<p>But&nbsp;<em>The Night Circus<\/em>&#8216;s magicians are&nbsp;<em>innate<\/em> magicians. To the extent that they&#8217;ve &#8220;learned&#8221; their craft, they&#8217;ve done so in the same way which most of us learn how to think with language: they&#8217;re simply born with certain (unexplained) equipment, chemistry, genes, whatever, and they pick up certain skills without trying very hard, or at all.<\/p>\n<p>They do have limits, however. They tire, for one thing, and then their attention wanders, and then real-world physics takes over. Each magician is better at some effects than at others (and can&#8217;t perform many of one another&#8217;s tricks at all).<\/p>\n<p>Interestingly, there seem to be two general approaches to magic &#8212; nearly&nbsp;<em>opposite<\/em> approaches. One magician might be more a master manipulator of whole objects, or of people&#8217;s sensory experiences of those objects, while another just sort of, well, <em>surges<\/em> in the direction of an effect. (You might classify these as intellectual or practical magic, on the one hand, and intuitive or emotional magic on the other.) But practitioners of each approach more or less take their own skills for granted, while wondering at &#8212; being confused or astounded by &#8212; magic performed by practitioners of the other approach.<\/p>\n<p>I myself really liked the world of&nbsp;<em>The Night Circus<\/em>, and left the book feeling sated and happy. Whether you share that feeling will depend, as I said, on how easily you slip into a world where the impossible routinely happens.<\/p>\n<span class=\"su-dropcap su-dropcap-style-light\" style=\"font-size:2em\">O<\/span>ne other element of <em>The Night Circus<\/em> deserves mention: the style in which it&#8217;s written. Author Erin Morgenstern wrote the very first bits and pieces of what became the book as an entry in the <a title=\"NaNoWriMo home page\" href=\"http:\/\/www.nanowrimo.org\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">NaNoWriMo<\/a> &#8212; National Novel-Writing Month &#8212; exercise a few years ago. She concedes she had little idea of how a book &#8220;should&#8221; be written (let alone of the conventional steps to publication, once written). She didn&#8217;t know, she says, that while you can get away with brief passages written in the present tense, entire books written that way are <span style=\"font-variant: small-caps;\">Simply Not Done<\/span>. She didn&#8217;t know to avoid the second person pronoun outside of dialogue &#8212; which is why the various &#8220;bumper&#8221; interludes between sections of the book are written that way.<\/p>\n<p>For instance, the prologue-ish passage which begins as quoted early in this review (up there alongside the book cover) ends, a few pages later:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Then the iron gates shudder and unlock, seemingly by their own volition. They swing outward, inviting the crowd inside.<\/p>\n<p>Now the circus is open.<\/p>\n<p>Now you may enter.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Finally, even if you accept the present-tense narration, and the (really rather limited) use of second person, you may still object to, well, a certain lack of definition in the telling &#8212; an <em>allusiveness<\/em>, often leaving you not certain what, exactly, happened. Here&#8217;s an example; a character named Bailey is visiting a fortune-teller in the circus, and has selected a tarot card (depicting a knight on horseback) from a deck, as well as a small pile of other cards. Then:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The fortune-teller nods and stacks the three piles of cards into one deck, leaving Bailey&#8217;s chosen cards on top. She flips them over, one at a time, laying them faceup in an elaborate pattern &nbsp;across the table, some overlapping and others in rows, until there are about a dozen cards laid out. They are black-and-white pictures, much like the knight, some simpler, some more complicated. Many show people in various settings, and a few have animals, while some of them have cups or coins, and there are more swords. Their reflections catch and stretch in the crystal sphere that sits alongside.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>In many other writers&#8217; hands, we would know exactly what that &#8220;elaborate pattern&#8221; looked like. We would know how many rows there were, and we would know exactly how many cards were involved (none of this &#8220;about a dozen&#8221; business). We would know what at least some of those various settings (occupied by rather more definite &#8220;people&#8221;) were, and the species of some of those animals, and how many cards had cups, coins, and swords.<\/p>\n<p>At many points in&nbsp;<em>The Night Circus<\/em>, I was reminded of fantasy novels by two other authors: Mark Helprin&#8217;s&nbsp;<a title=\"Wikipedia, on Mark Helprin's 'Winter's Tale'\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Winter%27s_Tale_(novel)\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Winter&#8217;s Tale<\/em><\/a> (1983), and various works by the nineteenth-century Scottish novelist (and Congregational minister) George MacDonald, in particular&nbsp;<a title=\"Wikipedia, on 'Phantastes'\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Phantastes\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Phantastes<\/em><\/a>. Here&#8217;s an excerpt from the opening of&nbsp;<em>Winter&#8217;s Tale<\/em>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8230;the whole world has poured its heart into the city by the Palisades [New York], and made it far better than it ever had any right to be.<\/p>\n<p>But the city is now obscured, as it often is, by the whitened mass in which it rests &#8212; rushing by us at unfathomable speed, crackling like wind in the mist, cold to the touch, glistening and unfolding, tumbling over itself like the steam of an engine or cotton spilling from a bale. Though the blinding white web of ceaseless sounds flows past mercilessly, the curtain is breaking&#8230; it reveals amid the clouds a lake of air as smooth and clear as a mirror, the deep round eye of a white hurricane.<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;As we float down in utter silence, into a frame again unfreezing, we are confronted by a tableau of winter colors. These are very strong, and they call us in.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>And here&#8217;s one from <em>Phantastes<\/em> (in which the narrator awakens in what he thought was a familiar room):<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8230;I saw that a large green marble basin, in which I was wont to wash, and which stood on a low pedestal of the same material in a corner of my room, was overflowing like a spring; and that a stream of clear water was running over the carpet, all the length of the room, finding its outlet I knew not where. And, stranger still, where this carpet, which I had myself designed to imitate a field of grass and daisies, bordered the course of the little stream, the grass-blades and daisies seemed to wave in a tiny breeze that followed the water&#8217;s flow; while under the rivulet they bent and swayed with every motion of the changeful current, as if they were about to dissolve with it, and, forsaking their fixed form, become fluent as the waters.<\/p>\n<p>My dressing-table was an old-fashioned piece of furniture of black oak, with drawers all down the front. These were elaborately carved in foliage, of which ivy formed the chief part. The nearer end of this table remained just as it had been, but on the further end a singular change had commenced. I happened to fix my eye on a little cluster of ivy-leaves. The first of these was evidently the work of the carver; the next looked curious; the third was unmistakable ivy; and just beyond it a tendril of clematis had twined itself about the gilt handle of one of the drawers. Hearing next a slight motion above me, I looked up, and saw that the branches and leaves designed upon the curtains of my bed were slightly in motion. Not knowing what change might follow next, I thought it high time to get up; and, springing from the bed, my bare feet alighted upon a cool green sward; and although I dressed in all haste, I found myself completing my toilet under the boughs of a great tree, whose top waved in the golden stream of the sunrise with many interchanging lights, and with shadows of leaf and branch gliding over leaf and branch, as the cool morning wind swung it to and fro, like a sinking sea-wave.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Do you see? When I read such passages, a part of my mind thinks:&nbsp;<em>What in the what?!? What exactly is&nbsp;<\/em>happening<em> here?<\/em> And another thinks:&nbsp;<em>Waitaminnit. WHY is this happening at all?<\/em>&nbsp;(Handled inexpertly, some of this sort of thing can really come across as a bit too, y&#8217;know,&nbsp;<em>deus ex machina<\/em>. &#8220;Magical&#8221; or merely weird events sort of scroll by on the screen, as though shot there from an automatic cannon simply for the sake of impressing the reader with the magic, the weirdness, and of course the writer&#8217;s prolifically fevered imagination.)<\/p>\n<p>But mostly, I&#8217;m thinking:&nbsp;<em>Okay. I don&#8217;t know exactly or maybe even approximately what&#8217;s going on, or why. But I&#8217;m enjoying the experience of what I&nbsp;<\/em>do<em> know<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Likewise, Morgenstern &#8212; at least, her writer&#8217;s subconscious &#8212; doesn&#8217;t layer on a lot of detail which doesn&#8217;t &nbsp;(for her ends) matter. It didn&#8217;t matter to me, either; it may (or may not) to you, but at least now you know.<\/p>\n<p><a name=\"note\"><\/a>___________________<\/p>\n<p><strong>About the image:<\/strong>&nbsp;That photograph (<em>photograph!<\/em>) doesn&#8217;t in fact have anything to do with <em>The Night Circus<\/em>; it was posted on deviantART in 2009, well before the book was published (or maybe even written). But my gosh, did it ever make me think of the book.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[Image: Big Top, a photograph (!) by user &#8220;*Trippy4U&#8221; at the deviantART site. 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