I don’t know where to begin, honestly. I’m speechless. This book is superb and I love Lessing’s writing and intelligence unconditionally. I am grateful to carry on reading it out of my comfort zone. Lessing always points me out to the whole new perspective.
This book is about an individual who was sent into a mental hospital with memory lost and the doctors, the family and acquaintance tried to cure and help him to remember. The outline of the book conducted by the patient talked to the nurse and the doctors, and then numbers of investigative letters, and the guy’s dreams. The flow of the stories are very well done and beautifully put together yet very gripping. I have to admit that I was a little lost in the first 50 pages. It was a strange start. But hey, you’re reading Lessing, I told myself. I didn’t understand a single thing when he talked to the doctor about the spinning in the Atlantic sea, the island, the moon, strange creatures. And then, he started to talk about the briefing with the Mercury, Jupiter about a ‘mission’ into ‘Poisonous Hell’, here I started to compose my imagination. I was hooked. One can call this book a sci-fi but it’s far too complex to categorized this piece of art. This book will take your imaginary fly. It will make you think about race, ethics, sameness, againess, individuality, society and war. I personally have a passion in education so I was really moved when reading about children and education. Everything in this book has its meaning, the dog-rat, the zombie. I was really stunned by the ideas and concept that Lessing brought into this book. It was an unexpected and impressive reading and one of the most outstanding piece of literature I’ve read.
“There are lots of thing in our ordinary life that are-shadows […] Remember that something reach out to us from that level of living, to here. Anxiety is one. The sense of urgency. Oh, they make an illness of it, they charm it away with their magic drugs. But it isn’t for nothing. It isn’t unconnected. They say, ‘an anxiet state’ as they say, paranoia, but all these things, they have a meaning, they are reflections from that other part of ourselves…”