
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is another book on my "I'll Probably Like It When I Get Around To It" list. And so I did! My understanding of the symbolism, and even the events, of this book are vague at best. (I try not to read anything about a book before writing a review, so I'm sure everything I write has been said.) It's compelling enough, and short enough, that I think I'll read it again sometime and put it together a little better. But here are my first thoughts:
Heart of Darkness is dreamlike, in its narrative, its cryptic urgency, and its otherworldly landscape. Conrad's prose is clean and direct, which gives the story strength and endless forward momentum through the mire, while only barely hinting at what deeper secrets lurk behind the veil. Everything and everyone struggles for power beneath the surface - the company men, the natives, the jungle, the river - except Kurtz, the enigma of the jungle who seems both all-powerful and powerless, at peace and at war. For how little he actually appears in the book, his shadow is cast on every page.
One of the most powerful parts of the story for me was the inevitable awakening from the dream-state, as the narrator is thrown back into trivial, repulsive life. I loved this:
"I found myself back in the sepulchral city resenting the sight of people hurrying through the streets to filch a little money from each other, to devour their infamous cookery, to gulp their unwholesome beer, to dream their insignificant and silly dreams. [...] I tottered about the streets, grinning bitterly at perfectly respectable persons."
The inanity of civilization is at once miserable and charming. It is as "perfectly respectable persons" that we have to live, but who hasn't grinned bitterly at them once in a while? Finding these feelings put into words, and thereby understanding them better, must be one of the greatest rewards of reading.
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