Mechanique: A Tale Of The Circus Tresaulti, A Penny Dreadful
Review
A boy with
brass legs walks into a crumbling town after the end of the modern world and
plasters posters for a circus on a ruined wall. A strongman with a spine of
steel lifts four women at once over his head. Airialists with hollow copper
bones fly from trapeze to trapeze while a man that is more musical instrument
than human being plays a mesmerizing tune. That is the Circus Tresaulti. That
is the ephemeral masterpiece Mechanique,
by Genevieve Valentine.
Mechanique is like reading someone’s
dream. The narrative weaves in and out of time, stitching together a picture of
the circus. It is as if Ms. Valentine is a spotlight operator lighting up
different bits of the performers’ histories. It’s a highly unusual style. It
took me a few chapters to understand what was going on, but once I got it, I
was hooked.
I highly
recommend Mechanique. I give it four
and a half gears out of five. It is a literary spectacle of a show, and you
need to buy a ticket. Find this book. It is a treasure.
Your Correspondent From The Bookstore,
Penny J. Merriweather
No comments:
Post a Comment