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Endless Things: A Part of Aegypt Paperback – May 1, 2007
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Praise for the Ægypt sequence:
"With Little, Big, Crowley established himself as America’s greatest living writer of fantasy. Ægypt confirms that he is one of our finest living writers, period."
—Michael Dirda
"A dizzying experience, achieved with unerring security of technique."
—The New York Times Book Review
"A master of language, plot, and characterization."
—Harold Bloom
"The further in you go, the bigger it gets."
—James Hynes
"The writing here is intricate and thoughtful, allusive and ironic. . . . Ægypt bears many resemblances, incidental and substantive, to Thomas Pynchon’s wonderful 1966 novel The Crying of Lot 49."
—USA Today
"An original moralist of the same giddy heights occupied by Thomas Mann and Robertson Davies."
—San Francisco Chronicle
This is the fourth novel—and much-anticipated conclusion—of John Crowley’s astonishing and lauded Ægypt sequence: a dense, lyrical meditation on history, alchemy, and memory. Spanning three centuries, and weaving together the stories of Renaissance magician John Dee, philosopher Giordano Bruno, and present-day itinerant historian and writer Pierce Moffitt, the Ægypt sequence is as richly significant as Lawrence Durrell’s Alexandria Quartet or Anthony Powell’s Dance to the Music of Time. Crowley, a master prose stylist, explores transformations physical, magical, alchemical, and personal in this epic, distinctly American novel where the past, present, and future reflect each other.
"It is a work of great erudition and deep humanity that is as beautifully composed as any novel in my experience."
—Washington Post Book World
"An unpredictable, free-flowing, sui generis novel."
—Los Angeles Times
"With Endless Things and the completion of the Ægypt cycle, Crowley has constructed one of the finest, most welcoming tales contemporary fiction has to offer us."
—Book Forum
"Crowley’s peculiar kind of fantasy: a conscious substitute for the magic in which you don’t quite believe any more."
—London Review of Books
"A beautiful palimpsest as complex, mysterious and unreliable as human memory."
—Seattle Times
"This year, while millions of Harry Potter fans celebrated and mourned the end of their favorite series, a much smaller but no less devoted group of readers marked another literary milestone: the publication of the last book in John Crowley’s Ægypt Cycle."
—Matt Ruff
"Crowley’s eloquent and captivating conclusion to his Ægypt tetralogy finds scholar Pierce Moffet still searching for the mythical Ægypt, an alternate reality of magic and marvels that have been encoded in our own world’s myths, legends and superstitions. Pierce first intuited the realm’s existence from the work of cult novelist Fellowes Kraft. Using Kraft’s unfinished final novel as his Baedeker, Pierce travels to Europe, where he spies tantalizing traces of Ægypt’s mysteries in the Gnostic teachings of the Rosicrucians, the mysticism of John Dee, the progressive thoughts of heretical priest Giordano Bruno and the “chemical wedding” of two 17th-century monarchs in Prague. Like Pierce’s travels, the final destination for this modern fantasy epic is almost incidental to its telling. With astonishing dexterity, Crowley (Lord Byron’s Novel) parallels multiple story lines spread across centuries and unobtrusively deploys recurring symbols and motifs to convey a sense of organic wholeness. Even as Pierce’s quest ends on a fulfilling personal note, this marvelous tale comes full circle to reinforce its timeless themes of transformation, re-creation and immortality."
—Publishers Weekly
Locus Award finalist
John Crowley was born in the appropriately liminal town of Presque Isle, Maine. His most recent novel is Four Freedoms. He teaches creative writing at Yale University. In 1992 he received the Award in Literature from the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters. He finds it more gratifying that almost all of his work is still in print.
- Print length341 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherSmall Beer Press
- Publication dateMay 1, 2007
- Dimensions6.3 x 1.2 x 9.3 inches
- ISBN-101931520224
- ISBN-13978-1931520225
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John Crowley's Endless Things is the fourth and last installment in a vast, intricate series of novels collectively entitled "Aegypt." The series (which is really one long novel) began in 1987 with the publication of Aegypt (soon to be reissued as The Solitudes) and was followed by Love & Sleep (1994) and Daemonomania (2000). It was clear from the start that Crowley was on to something special, and the appearance of this final volume confirms that impression. In its entirety, "Aegypt" stands as one of the most distinctive accomplishments of recent decades. It is a work of great erudition and deep humanity that is as beautifully composed as any novel in my experience.
Endless Things concludes the story of Pierce Moffitt, a teacher and historian who leaves his painfully disordered city life for the pastoral solitude of the Faraway Hills. There, surrounded by friends, lovers and assorted castoffs from the '60s, Pierce embarks on a new, though no less complicated, life and begins writing a book based on a radical new theory of history. This theory posits that, at infrequent intervals, the nature of the world changes in fundamental ways. As one age ends, the world moves through a kind of passage time, settling finally into a new age dominated by new and different laws, laws that unfold retroactively into the past. Thus, a world that is -- and always has been -- governed by physics might give way to a world that is -- and always has been -- governed by magic. There is, Crowley tells us, "more than one history of the world."
This view of history receives some unexpected support when Pierce encounters an unfinished manuscript by the late historical novelist Ffellowes Kraft. Kraft's novel describes an alternate 16th century on the brink of its own passage time. At the center of the tale are a pair of actual historical figures: John Dee, the Elizabethan scholar/alchemist who spent much of his life attempting to communicate with angels, and Giordano Bruno, the Dominican monk who first conceived the idea of an infinite universe and whose "heresies" led to his death at the stake in 1600. Dee, Bruno and Pierce have one thing in common: They are all seekers after Meaning, and their intertwined stories reflect and illuminate each other in countless large and small ways.
By the time Endless Things begins, many of the narrative's central events have already occurred in earlier volumes. Dee, deserted by his angels, has settled into an old age marked by poverty and neglect. Bruno, after reaching the zenith of his notoriety, has fallen into the hands of the Inquisition. And Pierce, laboring away on a book he can never finish, has barely survived a lacerating love affair and has played a crucial role in rescuing a very important young girl from a predatory religious cult. In some respects, Endless Things becomes an extended aftermath, a valedictory that encompasses the end of one age and the beginning of the next. In the process, it offers a fresh, sometimes revisionist perspective on all that has gone before, brings back a gallery of familiar characters and adds a few new ones to the mix.
Familiar faces from earlier volumes include Brent Spofford, Vietnam vet turned shepherd; Rosie Rasmussen, Pierce's friend and occasional employer; Sam, Rosie's epileptic daughter; and Axel Moffitt, Pierce's wonderfully eccentric father. Also making a final, enigmatic appearance is one of my favorite characters, Frank Walker Barr, professor of history and author of "Time's Body," a book that doesn't exist in the world outside the novel, but should. Of the new characters, the most significant is Roo Corvino, a feisty female car dealer who provides Pierce with a gateway to the larger world -- the larger life -- that has always eluded him.
The search for a larger, more expansive way of living stands at the heart of this complex collection of nested narratives. John Dee dedicates his life to the search for angelic presences and magical transformations, while Bruno chooses to burn rather than accept the tiny, imprisoning universe of religious and scientific orthodoxy. Prison cells, real and symbolic, appear throughout the novel. Bruno spends the years before his death in one such cell. Pierce, adrift and imprisoned in another age, makes a pilgrimage to that same cell. For these men, the theory of cyclical historical change that Pierce uncovers becomes, in the end, a source of solace and hope, for if the universe is capable of endless change, then so are we.
In Endless Things, Crowley finally allows his long-suffering characters to leave their respective prisons and enter the "limitless common day" that awaits them. Following their slow, uncertain progress through the course of four large volumes has been a deep -- and inexhaustible -- pleasure.
Copyright 2007, The Washington Post. All Rights Reserved.
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- Publisher : Small Beer Press; First Edition (May 1, 2007)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 341 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1931520224
- ISBN-13 : 978-1931520225
- Item Weight : 1.37 pounds
- Dimensions : 6.3 x 1.2 x 9.3 inches
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John Crowley was born in the appropriately liminal town of Presque Isle, Maine, in 1942, his father then an officer in the US Army Air Corps. He grew up in Vermont, northeastern Kentucky and (for the longest stretch) Indiana, where he went to high school and college. He moved to New York City after college to make movies, and did find work in documentary films, an occupation he still pursues. He published his first novel (The Deep) in 1975, and his 14th volume of fiction (Lord Byron's Novel: The Evening Land) in 2005. Since 1993 he has taught creative writing at Yale University. In 1992 he received the Award in Literature from the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters. He finds it more gratifying that almost all his work is still in print.
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Here, at least in the first two sections - Regnum and Benefacta - you will find the same obsessions with Giordano Bruno, Gnostic arcana and multifarious occult literary allusions as you find in the other works. These sections - as I've written in my reviews of the other three works - are not really where Crowley shines. Rather, it is in his lilting, lyrical descriptions of the magic of the world around us.
The third, and last, section, Carcer, presents a few problems. The section titles, in Latin, are not such as one who has never as much as cracked a first year Latin book can't twig the meaning out of from the English derivatives. Carcer's primary meaning is easy enough: prison. And I think Crowley, here, with Pierce accepting his place in world, space, time, does mean this sense, the sense in which the Gnostics regarded the world, as a prison. But, having spent four years of my adolescence in an English boarding school, up to my ears in Latin, I happen to know that the word has many secondary and tertiary meanings. A carcer was also the gate at which horses were held back before the start of the race and thus came to mean the beginning of something. I think it would probably be the third or fourth definition of the word if one bothered to look it up in a lexicon. In any event, I think this definition, not precluding the first, is certainly more in keeping with the tone of this last section, which is, dare I say it: sweet and dulcet, a new start on an endless voyage. As Pierce contemplates towards the end:
"The world is only a cruel maze if you think you ought to be able to find a way from where you have been to where you want to be. He knew nothing of the sort.....So maybe he was, and had always been, a lucky man."
One could - as the title suggests - go on and on. My verdict on the book is that it was a bit of a letdown, perhaps intentionally, after Daemonomania. I thought too much of it was occupied with covering ground already exhaustively covered in the other three books, and to lesser effect. Nevertheless, I couldn't help fancying it. As with all of Crowley's work, one comes away, after turning the last page, feeling that one's own life is far richer and stranger than when one opened it.
Crowley knows the strangeness of his plot structure well, and addresses it in a passage about halfway through Endless Things where Pierce (I shall resist a near-obligatory pun on the implications of his name) is reviewing and editing the last, unpublished book by his favorite author, Fellowes Kraft:
"The book itself, Kraft's original, had turned out to be even less complete in some ways than Pierce remembered it being. As the pages had silted up Kraft had seemingly begun making the worst of fictional errors, or ceased correcting them: all those things that alienate readers and annoy critics, like the introduction of new major characters at late stages of the story, unpacked and sent out on new adventures while the old main characters sit lifeless somewhere offstage, or stumble to keep up. New plot movements, departing from the main branch of the story for so long that they *become* the main branch without our, the readers', agreement or assent. All of it inducing that sense of reckless haste or -- worse -- droning inconsequence that sooner or later causes us -- us, the only reason for any of it, the sole feelers of its feelings, sole knowers of its secrets -- to sigh, or groan in impatience, or maybe even end (with a clap) the story the writer seems only to want to keep on beginning."
Post script: I would also like to know what happened to John Dee's crystal ball and what is the deal with the weird animal car names.
If you have read the other three, Endless Things may at first seem to be a bit of a let-down. It is not the climax of the series -- it is a coda. This is like a soft diminuendo after the sturm und drang that came before. After the soaring heights of the previous novels, Crowley brings us gently down to earth.
The five stars are for the complete Aegypt sequence -- Endless Things simply can not be evaluated alone.
There are those things in life which we are sure are true - sometimes they really are. There are those we hope are true - sometimes they really aren't. There are those that aren't true but should be - sometimes we only dream.
Through the four volumes we've followed a nebulous storyline, and hoped for understanding. Sometimes understanding is just out of reach. But even if this written story is over, the journey it laid out for us doesn't have to end. This one will stay with me.
Oh, Sam, what happened to that shiny .... (Is the Cycle really done?)
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I propose first to give a flavour of the final three houses contained within `Endless Times', before moving on to an admittedly superficial attempt at providing this reader's response to the series as a whole. House ten, Regnum, sees our hero Pierce Moffitt finally make it to Europe: London, Heidelberg, Rome, but not before a digression to the 1939 New York World's Fair, an event on the cusp of a time-shift into a New World if ever there was one: "the world's page turned".
House eleven, Benefacta, also has a digression, this time into the childhood of Fellowes Kraft. Each of these diversions could become the basis of a different novel: worlds within worlds. The key names that dominate this house though are Shakespeare, Descartes, the Rosicrucians, the Thirty Years War, Giordano Bruno, and Jewish Kabala, as Crowley continues to explore alternative histories in Heidelberg, Rome and Prague. Reason and the Gods, the unearthly powers swept by a wind, "picked up and swept away by it, one by one, as by a broom, right out of the to-be and back into the once-was forever. All in a moment those powers were gone, were nothing - for they had all along been nothing, less than nothing, mere signs, mere phantasmata, and no help now to the human soldiers, left with only their human commanders, standing on an insignificant little hill outside a contested city in the middle of Europe at the start of another battle in another war."
That little wind at the start of the Battle of the White Mountain (1620) - "no more than a breeze really, a breath" - "separated the `a' from the `e' in every word where they were joined or suppressed on and left only the other, like conjoined twins that can't survive together, encyclopedias of aerial etheric demons in Egypt. Nobody noticed." It's a clever and well-told parable.
The final house, Carcer, returns us to where we commenced in the Faraway Hills, for Moffitt to concede to Rose Rasmussen that there never really was a book to be written after all. But out of this lesson, Moffitt profits and learns to be happy inside. As I approached the book's end I realised (late) that Crowley's vast construct is a series of tales - of fantastical stories and historico-imaginary narratives, some banal, some insightful - within the overall emotional and psychological development of a man called Pierce Moffitt, but a construct one suspects is semi-autobiographical. So that when describing Kraft's writings as "a single story, the main branch of them anyway, unfolding over time and populated by a large cast that migrated from book to book with the turning years", or as "a book that even if he finished it would be too long for anyone to read and would still have to be read twice to be understood", Crowley hints that his work is an equivalent of Fellowes Kraft's unfinished epic that Moffitt himself is trying to complete: again, worlds within worlds.
There is no moral to the whole series, save perhaps that realities can be created and uncreated. In fact, the scale of Aegypt would make an interesting film. But who would be up to the task? Terrence Malick maybe? Reading Aegypt there is often a violent switching between tedium and contrivance to an immersement in a grand imaginarium. This aspect was picked up by Colin Burrow in his piece in the London Review of Books: he wrote, "It all sounds unbelievably tiresome, but it is saved by its own wishful uncertainty as to whether any of it is true." He also commented that it is "in a pejorative sense, `ambitious'." In terms of number of words, it no doubt matches `War and Peace', `Lord of the Rings', and `A la recherché du temps perdu', but it is, of course, none of these. Americans can be as verbose in their writings as in their spoken form, but there is a grandiosity of vision here that is worth delving into, just don't expect the journey that Crowley offers to come to a fixed termination, for his tale and tales are full of Endless Things.







