An epic voyage of curiousness and peculiarity.

filled star filled star filled star filled star star unfilled
little bookness lane Avatar

By

“Piranesi” is a wondrous, epic voyage of curiousness and peculiarity.

He is an enigma acquainting himself with the riddle of his surroundings. An unassuming cartographer, of sorts, transcribing the resting places of bones and statues with an unworldly familiarity and reverence.

His inquisitiveness as to the identity of the reader of his journal (us) shifts the tale to a wholly immersive plane, and I have so many questions I’d like to ask him. Although I’m not confident he could answer with any certainty, as all he appears to be able to recall is that his name is not actually Piranesi.

So what and where is this ‘House’ in which he shares with The Other, and what does Piranesi think will happen once he has found what The Other is looking for? And if this elusive knowledge supposedly grants enormous powers, what’s the point in possessing it if there’s only the two of them left in this ‘place’?

Despite his perpetual loss of self, and being summoned by The Other, he appears content. But what will the future hold for Piranesi? Well, I’m itching to find out! Especially as the name of our protagonist, according to Wikipedia, is also that of “an Italian Classical archaeologist, architect, and artist, famous for his etchings of Rome and of fictitious and atmospheric "prisons".”

Now that’s something to stoke a fire in your mind, isn’t it?! With its mythical cover I can see this as a tale exhibiting stunning visual imagery to an audience rapt in fascination.