||“Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.”||
I'm late to do my little yap about this book because I've been kinda busy
But hopefully my short and sweet rating of 4.5 ⭐ will ignite people's motivation the final stretch to finish this book. It's a little daunting with it's nearly 500 pages but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't devour this book.
||“Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.”||
||A lot of the time I compared this book with The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt in terms of vibes - we have a chronical from the point of view from a young man who comes to own something incredibly rare and beautiful then what comes from him coming to own this piece of art. While The Goldfinch is fixed in early 2000s of America, this is set in the gritty, noir-like setting of 1945 Barcelona. The best way I can describe how this setting feels is like very old, slightly tarnished paper, this story feels like old books smell.
This book is the bastard child of a shadowy detective story and a twisty-turny telenovella - And I'm 100% here for it. ||
||I really can't sit here and relate the entirety of the story because there's just too much. After Daniel finds a copy of the rare book 'The Shadow of the Wind' it later becomes an endeavour of his to find out as much as possible about the mysterious writer of the novel, Julian Carax. All the while a mysterious man covered in facial burns seeks to find and burn the book. After a wistful longing for an older woman, he befriends and helps a homeless man after helping Daniel at a low point in his life who in returns by assisting him on his investigation into who Julian Carax really is.||
||The meta-elements both in and out of this novel are just
Just as the fictitious novel was an echo of the book and Julian's life, I loved watching Daniel's life parallel Julian's. Both grew up poor without an ideal family life, fell in love with a rich girl who was the adoration of her father and whose brother was a best friend, evoked murderous anger from her father after impregnating her, and when they have a brush with death, extremes of hate and love anchored their fight to survive. As Julian's story unfolds, Daniel unwittingly finds himself in the exact same point of their duel destiny. Once Daniel is aware of the correlation, the comparison stops. The message is clear that we chose our own fate, it seems there was no fate but failure for Julian. The sad thing is I believed Julian's love for Penelope as it grew in obsession more than Daniel's love for Beatriz which seemed a happy chance of lust.||
||While wrapped up in all the drama of it all - accidental incest, sudden pregnancies, book burnings, police brutality, duels to the death, star-crossed lovers. It's not without a few issues. Much of the major revelations are usually told second-hand to Daniel and a lot of the time the perspective is a little...off. Like certain aspects that there's no way that the teller could know that? It's egregious and only a little distracting for me but it would be unfair if I didn't mention it. It's particularly noticable during Nuria's letter where a lot of Julian's history is laid bare at the end. The character voices are also not heavily defined against one another.
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