The circus arrives without warning……
If you have not yet read Erin Morgenstern’s The Night Circus, you are doing yourself a disservice. I always feel as if I am one of the last people to read best selling novels, as I can’t stand the hardback format, never use my Kindle, and usually wait until the paperback is released. This will, most times, put me a full year behind others who have already discovered the majesty of these amazing novels.
I just finished the novel, and really wished I hadn’t waited so long. It was glorious. It is one of the only books I’ve read of late that I wanted to immediately review on my blog. But then I realized that being an immensely popular best selling novel that has been out in the world for over a year, that it’s pretty much been reviewed to death. What could I possibly add to all of the flowing praise that has been written about this amazing novel already? I am not a book reviewer. In fact, I’ve never reviewed a book in my life.
But I felt strongly about this book. It was such an amazingly magical world, created by an author who understands how to perfectly weave her words to create a novel that transports you to a separate dimension of fantasy and illusion. To allow you to immediately escape your incredibly stressful and craptastic day at work. A day where your ragefull boss bursts into your office, yelling and demanding that you go to court the next day. And when you protest, saying you have an important meeting and also a pile of cases to work on, he then rocks your world by exclaiming that you are “the most selfish person he has ever met” and you “never do anything for anyone else.” Then follows that exclamation with the threat of firing you if you aren’t in court bright and early the next morning.
And when you get home, feeling deflated and gut punched, the need to escape your world is strong. And the ability to pick up this book, start reading, and be immediately transported to a place where tents void of color, but full of magic and fantasy, allow you to escape for a moment. To be enveloped by a different time and place, where you can imagine yourself as a young, beautiful illusionist, bound indefinitely to a handsome magician. Competing with skill and scope in a challenge that has been ongoing since you were a young girl. Your opponent, a man you have not met, but are destined to be entwined with through the years for an indefinite amount of time. Creating fanciful tents full of carousel animals that seem to come to life, walking through tents made of snow created by your opponent. A world that is full of mystery and wonder, but somehow grounds you in a sense of peace and happiness.
This book was not just a wonderfully written piece of fiction. It was the much needed escape hatch to a more wonderful and fanciful place. A place where nobody was demeaning and cruel to you. Where lavish midnight parties and unlikely lovers envelope you in a warm embrace.
Someplace where a circus appears out of nowhere, only to operate in darkness, from dusk to dawn. Where everything is black, white and shades of grey. Where your every sense is heightened and enhanced by Le Cirque de Rêves. The Circus of Dreams. A dream come to life. Taking you away from your current nightmare existence, if only for a moment.
This was not just a well-written work of literature. It was that, but oh, it was so much more to me. Erin Morgenstern created this fanciful world, and allowed me to experience it when it was most needed. I will always be grateful to her for bringing this circus to life. She took me away from my own, while I walked through her tents, sampling caramel popcorn and chocolate mice. The power of the written word is strong, and she used her extensive talents for good.
I would highly recommend this book. It is remarkably gorgeous. Transcendent. A true masterpiece. It is more than a work of literature. It is a beautiful work of art, painted in the most vibrant colors, despite a venue of only black & white. This is Erin Morgenstern’s first novel, but I hope it will not be her last.