It is hard to write something about Invisible Cities without
feeling inadequate to the beautiful language in which it is written. I can’t
speak of the original Italian version, but the English version is some of the
most poetic prose I have read in a long time if not ever.
This will not only contain a review but also my personal
interpretation of what this book holds. I felt like I was offered a rare gift
at the end of the book. One that made me want to turn back to the first page to
read it all again. What I’d just realized changed my whole perception of the
book. So I have to put in a little spoiler alert, if you should wish to read
this book on your own term without any premeditated ideas of what it might mean.
As with all interpretation I could be wrong. It could be an
idea that only I see; however it does shed a different light to every single
phrase.
Talking about the ending is in it self false, cause the book
is build up by various of small chapters in which we are taken through different
cities without any greater narrative. The traveler Marco Polo describes each
city to Kublai Khan. Marco Polo who has traveled near and far describes each
city with explicit detail. They are all assembled in Marco Polo’s mind, or are
they? Is it possible to reach them by travel or are they invisible cities?
Although the cities are different, they seem to resemble one
other, and are in fact the same. Each disgusted with a different name.
“It is known that
names of places changes as many times as there are foreign languages.”
Each city becomes like a maze. One you can never leave
because you are never taken out of there and told what is beyond the borders.
Describing the city of Cecilia near to the end, Marco Polo
speaks of his encounter with a goatherd. His opposite, a traveler of the desert
who can not distinguish cities from one another. He has no recollection of each
city, as Marco Polo has none of what lies between. Many years later they re
encounter. Marco Polo discovers that he has not yet left Cecilia, although
recollecting entering another city. They are trapped in this maze of the same
city that is everywhere.
Spoiler: The cities are in their essence an allegory for the
human mind and it’s capabilities.
The mind can go very far in it’s imagination, however just
as Marco Polo can’t see beyond the city borders, we as humans are only capable
of comprehending something to a certain point.
Our mind is our city wherein we are trapped. It is a maze,
which we are constantly trying to unravel but can never fully, just like the
streets of the cities create a maze from which can’t be escaped.
“If each city is like
a game of chess, the day when I have learned the rules I shall finally possess
my empire, even if I shall never succeed in knowing all the cities it contains.”
“From these data it is
possible to deduce an image of the future Berenice, which will bring you closer
to knowing the truth that any other information about the city as it is seen
today.”
“It is not the voice
that commands the story: it is the ear.”
I could keep on reciting amazing quotes from this book to explain
why I am convinced about the cities as a symbol of the mind. I will not. In
stead I suggest to read the amazing piece of writing.
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