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John Fowless The Magus was a literary landmark of the 1960s. Nicholas Urfe goes to a Greek island to teach at a private school and becomes enmeshed in curious happenings at the home of a mysterious Greek recluse, Maurice Conchis. Are these events, involving attractive young English sisters, just psychological games, or an elaborate joke, or more? Reality shifts as the storJohn Fowless The Magus was a literary landmark of the 1960s. Nicholas Urfe goes to a Greek island to teach at a private school and becomes enmeshed in curious happenings at the home of a mysterious Greek recluse, Maurice Conchis. Are these events, involving attractive young English sisters, just psychological games, or an elaborate joke, or more? Reality shifts as the story unfolds. The Magus reflected the issues of the 1960s perfectly, but even almost half a century after its first publication, it continues to create tension and concern, remaining the page-turner that it was when it was first released....

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The Magus Reviews

  • MacK
    2019-05-14 01:18

    My students like to use the made up word, "unputdownable." I always laugh at this. I can always put down a book, I can even put down this one. The problem is, I can't seem to stop picking it up again.We are thrown, whether we like it or not into the addled frantic mind of Nicholas Urfe, a man in the middle of a suspenseful psychological experiment. The only problem is, without telling us, Fowles turns it into a suspenseful philosophical experiment as well. We are left never fully knowing what is to come next, what is real and what is unreal. And we become so attached, so dependent upon Urfe, his reactions to the moments, his arrogant assumptions about what is true and what is false, that we become as mentally addled as he is and as incapable of leaving the invented world of the magus behind as he is.My mother managed to put it down and leave it down. I drove on, like Urfe, deeper and deeper into the tormented abyss that is compulsion and an inability to accept freedom. All the while questioning everything I knew about love, about obligations, about intelligence, trust, truth, fiction, theater, and of course freedom.I don't know if I fully understand the book, just as Urfe doesn't fully understand the experiment. But I knew I wouldn't stop, that I was free to stop, but that, rather than feeling obliged to finish or understand, I exercised my freedom to explore and discover.Rather than repeating the "unputdownable" line, I think this book can best be described as a Niel LaBute play put into prose (or rather, LaBute is Fowles put into the theater). You are never sure of your footing, never confident in your stance, and sure, that no matter how you love the journey you will receive a wicked kidney punch in due course. And that love, and freedom, means that you are willing to accept the kidney punch, if that's what it takes to understand.

  • Helen Ροζουλί Εωσφόρος Vernus Portitor Arcanus Ταμετούρο Αμούν Arnum
    2019-05-04 06:15

    Ανήκει στην κατηγορία των βιβλίων που δεν θα ξεχάσεις ποτέ όταν το διαβάσεις. Έχει μια μυστηριακή πολύπλοκη και πολυεπίπεδη γοητεία που διεισδύει στο μυαλό και σε παρασύρει σε μια δοκιμασία αυτογνωσίας. Με ολοφάνερη την αγάπη του συγγραφέα για την Ελλάδα της απόλυτης γεωφυσικής και πολιτιστικής θεϊκής κληρονομιάς της, μας μεταφέρει σε ένα ελληνικό νησί όπου συντελείται το μυστήριο-φαντασία-πραγματικότητα,απόκρυφη ανθρώπινη φυση-ελευθερία και αυτοπραγμάτωση- διαλογισμός. Ο φλεγματικός Άγγλος καθηγητής φτάνει στην Ελλάδα στο μυθικό νησί μας για να διδάξει στο σχολείο "Λόρδος Βύρωνας". Η προσωπικότητα του έρχεται σε αντίθεση με την μεταπολεμική Ελλάδα αλλά η άγρια ομορφιά του νησιού εξημερώνει τα πάθη του. Γνωρίζει σχεδον τυχαία το Μάγο,έναν κοσμοπολίτη,πλούσιο, παράξενο και ιδιόρρυθμο επιχειρηματία, που έχει μια υπέροχη βίλα στο πιο απομονωμένο σημείο του νησιού. Ο Μάγος προσκαλεί τον καθηγητή να περάσουν μαζί το Σαββατοκύριακο και εκεί αρχίζει η παράνοια. Ο οικοδεσπότης στήνει στον καθηγητή ένα "θεοπαιγνιο". Ένα θέατρο του παραλόγου με σκηνικό τη βίλα πάνω στη θάλασσα και αρχίζουν να συνυφαίνονται το ψέμα και η αμφισβήτηση με την πραγματικότητα και τον έρωτα. Στόχος του Μάγου σκηνοθετη μας ειναι η συνειδητοποίηση των εσωτερικών δυνάμεων του εκλεκτού καλεσμένου του και φυσικά η βαθιά συνειδητοποίηση της ελευθερίας σε ολες τις εκφάνσεις της. Το κυρίαρχο στοιχείο σε αυτή την υπέροχη γραφή ειναι η ταύτιση του αναγνώστη με τον πρωταγωνιστή του παιχνιδιού που έχει στηθεί και την συναίσθηση όλων των ψυχολογικών του μεταβολών. Απο την απελπισία και την απογοήτευση στην κρυφή μυστηριακή χαρά του πάθους και της ελπίδας. Ειναι ένα όμορφο και ανατρεπτικό βιβλίο. Ξεχωριστό και πολυδιάστατο. Με πολλα στοιχεία ψυχολογίας και ανθρώπινης διάστασης στη σχέση θύτη και θύματος που δεν ξεκαθαρίζεται ποτέ αυτή η ειδοποιός διαφορά. Ποιος ειναι το θύμα και ποιος ο θύτης. Ξεκινά με ένα υπέροχο τροπο περιγραφής και εξελίσσεται σταδιακά και γρήγορα στην ανατροπή μέσα σε δευτερόλεπτα της αλήθειας σε ψέμμα και αντίστροφα.Όσο ο καθηγητής-θύμα αδυνατεί να κατανοήσει τον ηθικά διφορούμενο Μάγο-θύτη και περιπλέκονται πρόσωπα-φαντάσματα, μυθικές-πραγματικές ιστορίες και δοκιμασίες πνεύματος και μυαλού ανάμεσα σε φαντασία και αληθινή ζωή, τοσο και ο αναγνώστης απολαμβάνει αργά και βασανιστικά αυτή την γοητευτική διαδρομή - με άπειρες στροφές- που οδηγεί στην αναγκαιότητα της απόλυτης ελευθερίας ή της λογικής μέσα απο την ελεύθερη σκέψη. Η αλήθεια... κάπου στη μέση. Τα συμπεράσματα ειναι προσωπικά για τον κάθε αναγνώστη. Καλή ανάγνωση.Πολλούς ασπασμούς.

  • Glenn Russell
    2019-05-19 01:05

    FINAL REVIEW""The Magus" is a stunner, magnificent in ambition, supple and gorgeous in execution. It fits no neat category; it is at once a pyrotechnical extravaganza, a wild, hilarious charade, a dynamo of suspense and horror, a profoundly serious probing into the nature of moral consciousness, a dizzying, electrifying chase through the labyrinth of the soul, an allegorical romance, a sophisticated account of modern love, a ghost story that will send shivers racing down the spine. Lush, compulsive, richly inventive, eerie, provocative, impossibly theatrical--it is, in spite of itself, convincing." Thus wrote Eliot Fremont-Smith in his New York Times book review when this magnificent novel was first published back in 1966. Let me tell you folks, this was one powerful literary experience - not only did I read the book but I also listened to the outstanding audio version, read by Nicholas Boulton. "Stupidity is lethal." One of the many musing from first person narrator Nicholas Urfe, a dashingly handsome twenty-five year old Oxford educated Englishman on the Greek island of Phraxos during a conversation with Conchis, a much older wealthy recluse, a man imaginative enough to remind him of Pablo Picasso and mysterious enough to remind me of Aleister Crowley.This 660 pager begins with Nicholas Urfe recounting his background as an only child of middle class parents, stickler brigadier father, an officious military man down to his toes, a man forever trotting out words like discipline and tradition and responsibility to undergird his position on any topic, obedient housebound mother, public school education (what in the US is called private school), short stint in the army during peacetime and then reading English at Oxford. When one day at Oxford he receives word that both his mother and father died in an airplane crash, Nicholas feels a great relief since he no longer is obliged to carry around a huge sack of family baggage. Ah, family! However, after Oxford, there’s one person who exerts a profound influence on Nicholas prior to his traveling to Phraxos to teach boys at the English-run Lord Byron School - Alison, a gorgeous, graceful Australian gal who moves in with Nicholas in his quaint apartment facing Russell Square. And that’s influence as in emotional intensity, as in red hot passionate lovemaking, bitter heated arguments and nearly everything in between, as if their relationship is a primer for the Dionysian frenzy and chaos Nicholas will eventually encounter in Greece.When leaving England, Nicholas calls to mind how he needs more mystery in his life. Well, he certain gets his wish when he meets old Maurice Conchis and is initiated in unexpected ways into the atrocities of World War I and then the Nazis, the vitality of Greek theater and mask acting, isolation and religious fanaticism, hypnotism and mysticism, Freudian psychoanalysis and Jungian archetypes, ancient pagan religions inexplicably mingling with science and humanism. Pulled into the vortex of the brutality of recent European history and pushed out to hidden spiritual realms with a dose of romantic love thrown in along the way, Nicholas is forced to confront his basic philosophic assumptions: How free are we? How much influence does our culture and historic epoch have on our values? Is there a universal foundation of morality beyond social convention? What is the connection between truth and beauty? Does love conquer all or is this merely a hackneyed cliché? Toward the end of the novel, we as readers join Nicholas in asking: Ultimately, what was the real intent and purpose of Maurice Conchis and his so called godgame? Was all of what he as a young Englishman lived through at bottom a madman’s desire to manipulate and control, so much so it would it be more accurate to label Conchis’ inventive masque a congame rather than a godgame? Turning the novel’s pages, we are right there with Nicholas as the suspense mounts – for every mystery that appears to be solved, two corollary mysteries pop up to take its place. Are we delving deeper into the mysteries of the universe or the mysteries of a detective novel, or both? No wonder Eliot Fremont-Smith called “The Magus” a stunner. I couldn’t imagine a more apt one-word description. I can also appreciate John Gardner’s judgement when he wrote, "Fowles is the only writer in English who has the power, range, knowledge, and wisdom of a Tolstoy or James."

  • Jessica Baxter
    2019-05-24 08:09

    this book fucked me up. i suppose it could be defined as a "psychological thriller" but its very jungian, steeped in metaphor and symbolism and eroticisim and mythology and shakespeare. its also an intense love story of sorts, the main character is a completely fleshed out, real, flawed person who you relate to and fear for and empathize with. the premise is that this british guy gets a teaching job on a small island in greece soon after WWII ends and becomes intwined in the lives/mind games of this man and his crew...just when you (meaning the protagonist) think you know whats really going on with these people, it all changes and youre left more baffled and curious and invested than ever. in addition to being all of those things its a really fast read (despite its 700 pages) and a really interesting commentary on europe after the war (especially brits).

  • Shovelmonkey1
    2019-05-01 05:03

    Here on Goodreads, rather than judging a book by its cover, it is always handier to judge a book based on what your friends and people you are following had to say about it after it had passed under their beady eyes. I have 91 friends here on Goodreads and follow 6 people and of the 12 friends and three people I'm following, only one (Kingfan30) wrote a review. Even the more loquacious members of the group have chosen to remain silent - Karen, Mike and PetraX - not a jot or a scribble (yet). I can see all the ratings but around the book itself there is a sphinx like silence. It is fair to say that the silence surrounding this book speaks volumes.I on the other hand, am loud and shouty and even though I did not finish this book or understand it in the slightest well, I am going to have my say. So here goes...What the hell happened there then?I have got no idea what happened.Can anyone explain what happened?Did John Fowles even know what was going on?Is everyone else confused?Good.This book is on the 1001 Books to Read Before you Die list. I am proposing they move it to the 1001 Books to Confuse the Living Baby Cheesus out of you Before You Die and Even After You are Dead You Might Still be Wondering Exactly What The Hell That Was All About list.Principally the story of commitmentophobic Oxford graduate, Nicholas Urfe, who runs away from his girlfriend and gets a summer job teaching on a picturesque Greek Island. With the unwitting sixth sense that only the public school educated seem to possess (see The Secret History by Donna Tart) he immediately finds the seedy underbelly within the seemingly sunny and simple island living. Embraced in the dark clutches of the mysterious Maurice Conchis, possible Nazi/wizard/pedlar of hallucinogenic drugs/madman, Nicholas participates in a parade of obscene vignettes, masques and midnight alfresco romping. What does it all mean? Damned if I know! What happened in the end? Dunno. I gave up because I am a quitter but I am sure if I had carried on reading I'd have been none-the-wiser anyway.

  • Julie Christine
    2019-05-20 06:02

    Oh boy. Here's the thing: If you read this novel as a citizen of 2010, a member of our hyper-speed, uber-connected modern society that navel-gazes in 140 word bytes with little interest in true introspection, The Magus will seem almost comical in its psycho-thrilling, Jungian dribbling plot and Baroque-meets-mod writing style. If you, dear reader, consider that The Magus was partially written nearly 60 years ago (begun in the early 50s, published in '65, revised in '76), its risky political and sexual behavior and twisted plot now seems the apex of modernity of post-war culture. This is David Lynch decades before he wrapped Isabella Rossellini in blue velvet, "White Rabbit" when Grace Slick was in pigtails, free love to a generation stripping off their bobby socks, "Schindler's List" for young people who had vivid memories of World War II and their parents of the Great War. As a read, I found it intoxicating. I was surprised at every turn, and, despite its substantial size, never bored or exhausted. Although I enjoyed it to bits, I couldn't recommend it to any of my GoodReads buddies- I honestly think you'd hate it! That's not a throwing down of the gauntlet, but a genuine Caveat emptor. If you didn't like The French Lieutenant's Women, steer well clear of The Magus. Fowles, in his foreward to the 1976 revision, acknowledges the many negative critical reviews received upon its initial publication ("justified criticisms of excess, over-complexity and artificiality..."). But as he reflects on his motivation in writing, he realizes that The Magus must "remain a novel of adolescence, written by a retarded adolescent" and that freedom, one of the central themes of the novel, must be grasped by the writer to create whatever worlds he or she damn well pleases. I celebrate the notion of the latter, as long as the reader is gifted a damn good story. For those of us who suffered through "The Most Dangerous Game" and "The Lottery" in 7th grade English, I offer up the satisfaction of The Magus.

  • Beth
    2019-05-18 04:01

    I had no idea what this book was about. The prose style was nice, but the plot was completely unfathomable. I decided about a third of the way through the book that it was one of the worst things I had ever read. But, due to some strange self-flagellatory compulsion, I told myself there was no way I was going to let it beat me, so I slogged through, teeth clenched, until the end. I found out later that they actually made a movie out of it. About the film, Woody Allen is to have said, "If I could live my life over again, I would do everything the same except for seeing 'The Magus'". As for the book, I couldn't have said it better myself, Woody.

  • ❄️Nani❄️
    2019-05-09 07:06

    3.75⭐️Yes. Yes. Yes! I made it!!! My final book of 2017!!💃🏻Oh and Nicholas, You deserve everything!😡RTC

  • Simon
    2019-05-16 01:20

    SPOILERS!Well, everything one might say about this book could be taken as a spoiler, including this very remark.The book is a pretty good read, or it would have been if it had weighed in at two hundred or so pages shorter. And, given that the book is entirely a gradual denouement, one has to admire Fowles's skill in controlling it over such a long span, like a musician making a hugely long crescendo.But I guess in the end, I didn't much like the book. In the 'trial' scene, a report is read out about the narrator of which the narrator himself admits a large amount of validity. And I can't help feeling that it indicts (and is supposed to indict) the author himself. The book is narcissistic in the extreme. A narcissistic young man, much more immature than he thinks he is, becomes the object of a psychological experiment? or intervention? conducted by a group of enormously wealthy people who stage manage all sorts of weird situations on a beautiful Greek island. They include a pair of beautiful young female twins (yes, two!, count 'em) of which one (and it's clear it might have been both) does all sorts of nice things to his private parts. They are all so interested in him. Isn't that cool?Apparently, he's only the latest in a succession of such experiments/interventions all conducted, you guessed it, on narcissistic young men who are much more immature than they think they are! And it seems they've all involved kinky situations in which the bounds of bourgeois morality are swept away in the name of some unnamed and unspecified higher truth. Exactly why these people are doing what they are doing, whether really out of benevolent concern for all these young men, or out of commitment to some liberated science, is never exactly made clear. (Clearly, any answer to this would be too 'little' or parochial to justify all the action that the group generates, so it really cannot be explained without deflating the entire book. But that's never a good thing in a book, when it has to keep silent on something so as not to appear silly.)And the attitudes to gender throughout the book! OK, granted, it's partly about how the narrator comes to realize he's fucked up about this, but 600 pages of desperate desire for the female muse alternating with enraged desire to whip (literally) and crush (metaphorically) various of the women involved in the narrator's 'education', followed by 50 pages of "oh I must try and do better".... Well, I'm not convinced. The book seems an unpleasant young man's jerk off fantasy (which makes his control of the book's crescendo over such a long span all the more impressive, I suppose).There's also a whole epistemological theme to the book. How, it asks, do we know what's real? How tell what's true? But I'm damned if I see what the book is supposed to say about that. No-one who stumbles into the perfectly executed plans of rich eccentrics with unlimited resources to control is going to be able to separate reality from illusion. I mean, come on. Descartes's evil genius has nothing on Maurice Conchis.So, final verdict: the book is callow and jejune. And not in a nice way.

  • Deniz Balcı
    2019-05-12 00:15

    Kitap sanki benim kitabımmış gibi sayfasına girip okuyucular ne demiş, beğenmiş mi beğenmemiş mi diye kontrol edeyim demiştim ki, yorum yapmamış olduğumu gördüm. Çok şaşırdım. Bu kadar çok beğendiğim, beni bu kadar derinden etkileyen bir kitaba nasıl yorum yapmam diye kendime kızdım. Herhalde okuduğum dönemde kitabın hemen ardından bir şey demek istemedim, çünkü ciddi etkilenmişliğimle sağlıklı yazamazdım. Fakat aradan onca zaman geçti, bende ki fikirler, duygular, izlenimler hala aynı.Bazı arkadaşlardan mesajlar alıyorum, çok beğendiğim ve yorumladığım kitaplar hakkında... Genelde hep benzer cümleler çıkar ağzımdan: Kitabın sorumluluğunu almak istemem, belki de beğenmezsiniz... gibisinden.İşte bu kitapta bunu söylemiyorum. Hatta nolur okuyun diyorum. Kesin okuyun, lütfen okuyun!Merak duygusunun sonuna kadar taze tutulduğu, inanılmaz bir dünyanın yaratıldığı, muhteşem psikolojik gözlemlerin yapıldığı, hiç bitmesin isteyeceğiniz bir roman bu. Film gibi akıyor 'Büyücü' ama film gibi bir roman da değil, yanlış anlaşılmasın. Hafif gösterecek, küçültecek bir sıfat kullanmak istemiyorum. 'Büyücü'yü okurken eve erken dönmek isterdim, sırf kitaba devam etmek için. Herkes okumuş olsa da herkesle heyecanımı ve düşüncelerimi paylaşabilsem diye düşünürdüm. Bana bir şey anlatan insanların ancak yüzüne bakardım, aklım romanda karakterlerde olurdu çünkü. Okuma zevki dediğimiz şey, çok üst düzeyde romanda. Onun dışında biçim ve içerik şahane. Çeviri ve baskı mükemmel. Önümüzdeki senelerde bu kitap için Yunanistan adalarına bir tatil yapmak ve orada tekrar okumak istiyorum. (Kitabı okuyanlar neden bu istek içinde olduğumu anlarlar.) Daha başka bir şey demek istemiyorum ancak övgü çıkıyor zira benden:)Herkese tavsiye ederim!10/10

  • Sawsan
    2019-05-23 05:07

    الساحر أول رواية كتبها الأديب الإنجليزي جون فاولز يتتبع فيها حياة شاب يسافر إلى جزيرة يونانية للعمل كمدرس للغة الإنجليزيةبعد فترة يتعرف على كونشيس أحد أثرياء الجزيرة ويدخل في عالمه الغامض يكتب فاولز عن عالم غريب من الحيل والتلاعب والأوهام الخادعة والشخصيات المتنكرة يتوه فيه نيكولاس بطل روايته وكأنه يشاهد عرض تمثيلي وفي نفس الوقت هو طرف فيهإلى أن يصل لحالة من الغضب والحيرة محاولا البحث عن الحقيقة وسط الأكاذيبقد تكون أسباب التجربة التي مر بها غير مهمة لكن الأهم كانت موضوعات وإشارات السرد الرواية تمر على قضايا أخلاقية ونفسية وتصورات فلسفية عن المعتقدات والحياة وتبحث في طبيعة الحب والحرية, حرية الفعل والاختيار الأسلوب سلس ومشوق لكن الرواية تقترب من 700 صفحة وفيها إطالة في بعض الأجزاء وفي العموم يهتم فاولز في رواياته بالجوانب النفسية للشخصيات وشكل وطبيعة علاقات الحب بينهم

  • Szplug
    2019-05-13 05:10

    I have rarely been so unpleasantly surprised - and bitterly disappointed - by the sudden turn that a novel takes as with the abrupt shift that occurs roughly mid-way through John Fowles The Magus. The first half introduced the ethereal, creepy and gripping experiences of the young Englishman Nicholas Urfe, estranged from his Australian girlfriend Alison and teaching at a boys school on the remote Greek island of Phraxos. Thoroughly disenchanted with the course his life has taken, and gauging with a contemplative eye the distance between the top of the sheer cliffs on the island's shore and the teal waters far below, he stumbles upon the private villa of the mysterious Greek millionaire Maurice Conchis. Select lines from T. S. Eliot's Little Gidding point beguilingly towards the direction that Conchis' tutoring will lead Nicholas - and this early part, with its spectral hauntings, shadowy tales told in charcoal tongues, and erotic temptations from a nubile maiden, one of the troupe that enacts the masques that Conchis enjoys performing, was very good and left me eager to have the mystery solved, the seeingly supernatural elements either explained or expanded upon.Unfortunately, the book then takes a complete left-turn, an increasingly silly shift into the psychoanalysis of the confused Nicholas, a vast and complex pantomime that goes from one climax to another, all pointing towards a ridiculous amount of time, money, and effort expended upon the most pedestrian after-school special of a goal. It's almost like Fowles had one book in mind when he began writing, then discovered the works of Jung and Freud and Laing and Lacan during a sabbatical, became consumed with their themes and ideas, and decided to resume the novel in a completely different direction. It is still well-written, and I hung through to the end, but toss me in the fridge and call me Frosty, but was I ever pissed with how this sucker turned out. A truly intriguing and otherwordly tale made clinical and cold in the most frustrating of ways (though I realize that, for others, the novel could be the obverse: a cheesy spook-story having been made into a superb analysis of the faults and deceits of an arrogant young man's life, a mind-fuck of the first order). The Magus presents the lamentable case of a potential five-star hit at the box office going off the rails and exiting the theaters early as an average three-star read.

  • Joey Woolfardis
    2019-05-09 01:58

    Read as part of The Infinite Variety Reading Challenge, based on the BBC's Big Read Poll of 2003.Nicholas Urfe, an Oxford graduate post-war, with no direction and a slight hint of nymphomania, travels to Greece to work as an English teacher on the remote island of Phraxos, mostly to get away from an Australian girl he shagged but doesn't love and wants to ditch.Unsurprisingly, the remoteness is boring and he is drawn to browsing the island, where he finds an even more remote house in which lives Conchis, the titular character whom holds all the mystery that Nicholas desires.There's not a lot else one can say without giving it away, but the mystery deepens and we fall in to a trap alongside Nicholas of quite mixed proportions. The beginning of The Magus is one of most fantastic and tantalising beginnings in literature (certainly that I've read) and, even with reading crime fiction on a regular basis, I've never been kept so in the dark and felt the need to know what happens next. There were so many surprises in the first half of the book that what happens next makes anger rise rapidly.The descent of this book over a cliff is an understatement. I want to admit that, although one could never call this book even remotely nice to women (or homosexuals or black men), it is-not excusable-but explainable by the era it was written in. When women were shits because men said they were. I never really cared much about the treatment or behaviour of the women, no matter how much anyone says that feminism is a woman enjoying sex, so we'll leave that out of this.What I did care about was the banality of the reveal, the incomprehensible shiteness of the plot outcome. The sheer let down that such a wonderful, mysterious opening began but soon left behind as if it were another book in another dimension on another plane, tucked neatly-and resolutely-under a rock. First person narrative is always tricky and I'd never consider myself a fan, but in this case the irregular, unreliable narrator of Nicholas was welcome and necessary. One cannot have omniscience with someone playing god.One can say that, perhaps, at the time it was written it was a good book. With a good shock, a nice little fight against the prude nature of Victorian Classics like most Modern Classics seem to be. I enjoyed the contrast, but ultimately I think it took it's course too far and, as I said before, fell off the cliff without a rope.Blog | Instagram | Twitter | Pinterest | Shop | Etsy

  • Vaso
    2019-05-03 00:18

    Το συγκεκριμένο βιβλίο είναι αρκετά ιδιαίτερο, περίπλοκο ως την εξέλιξη και την πλοκή και σίγουρα δεν μοιάζει με κανένα άλλο. Ένα βιβλίο στο οποίο είναι διάχυτη η αγάπη του συγγραφέα για την Ελλάδα.Ένα βιβλίο που η πραγματικότητα με τη φαντασία εναλλάσσονται.Ένα βιβλίο με ιδεολογικές και υπαρξιακές προεκτάσεις.Ένα βιβλίο, που δεν υπάρχει περίπτωση να ξεχάσεις.

  • Perry
    2019-05-02 03:59

    Mystical Sirens on Lush Greek Isle Toy with Reality, Fidelity"We've all been playing those mind games foreverSome kinda druid dudes lifting the veilDoing the mind guerrillaSome call it magic, the search for the grail"Lennon, Mind Games, 1973.[[4.25 stars]]John Fowles’ now underappreciated novel, where not much is as it seems, is a mystical morality play on love, truth, maturity, reality, and betrayal, both sexual and emotional. The Magus is set on a lush Greek island, limned by the legends of Apollo, Artemis, Orpheus and Eurydice. The story involves our protagonist Nicholas Urfe, the estate of a mysterious island recluse and pretty young English ladies. While the year of the story is 1953 in the aftermath of WWII, in many ways it seems as if it could be timeless insofar as the island setting. If you read reviews, you won’t get much more of a description, other than below a Spoiler Alert heading. To explain it more would require pages and would, in many ways, be like explaining Gone Girl or the film The Sixth Sense.I could not put it down. Truly in its own league, particularly considering it was published over 50 years ago.

  • Gorkem Y
    2019-05-11 07:15

    Maestro Fowles2015 yılında ingilizce olarak okuduğum Büyücü, benim en çok etkilendiğim kitaplar içinde yer almaktadır. Yorum kısmında ingilizcenin de yer almasının temel nedeni bundan kaynaklanıyor. Öncelikle bu eseri yorumlamak haddim değil cidden eserin büyüklüğünden dolayı; fakat eserin halen geçmişte olduğu gibi hakkının yendiğini görünce ve "hatta sıkıcı" olarak adlandırılması içimi parçalanıyor ve ister istemezi Fowles'in avukatı olma isteğine sürüklüyor beni. Bu nedenle bir yerden çok fazla uzatmadan başlıyorum: Büyücü, birçok eleştirmen açısından yazıldığı andan itibaren bir edebiyat türüne tam olarak oturtulamaması, Fowles'in Büyücü'yü yazarken kafasında olan ' gerçekliğin ve olayların insan algısında her zaman farklılıklar vardır'anlayışından kaynaklanmaktadır.Hatta, Büyücü ilk yazılıp tamamlandığın eleştirmenler tarafından" gayesiz, mantıksız, fikir ve düşünceden mahrum olarak '( orjinal sözcük "vacuous") adlandıranlar olmuştur. Temelinde ise böyle tahlihsiz açıklamaların olmasının ise, Büyücü'yü okuyan eleştirmenlerin salt olarak alışıldık o döneme kadar olan roman kalıplarıyla değerlendirmeleri yanında, sadece romantik unsurlara yoğunlaşmalarından yatmaktadır. Fowles Büyücü ile, literatürde yer alan roman yapısının birçok anlamda değiştirip, metafiziksel öğeleri ve Fowles'a özgü büyüsel gerçeklik ile ortaya koymuştur. Yani örnek vermek gerekirse:Kitabın ana karakteri Nicholas Urfe; bir bilinmezlik içinde, kendi kişisel özgürlüğünü, kendi ruhunun ve kendi karanlık düşüncelerinin farkına varmasıdır. Kendi yaşamında meydana gelen her türlü süreçe hiç itiraz etmen, kendi ruhsal değişimini aramaktadır. Özellikle bu amaçsızlık okurları ve eleştirmenleri kitabın anlaşılmasında zorluklar yaratmaktadır. Net bir şekilde görülmektedir ki, Fowles bu belirsizlik ve gayesizliği o kadar net metafiziksel olaylar içinde kurgulamıştır ki, Büyücü için Oxford'da 1978 yılında bir öğrencisiyle kitap ile olan tartışmada (aynı zamanda orjinal halinde kendi yazdığı önsözde ) ;"... eğer Büyücü, herhangi bir net bir anlamı varsa, o da psikolojide yer alan Rorschach Testinde daha fazla değildir", diyerek bu eserin gerçeklik ve metafiziksel oluşumunda kasıtlı okuyucaya bıraktığı görülmektedir...Büyücü, farklı algıları çok zengin bir şekilde ortaya koyan bir edebiyat senfonisi. Gerçekten kitaptaki her karakteri özellikle Nicholas ve Conchis'i çok özluyorum.Ve en yakın zamanda bu mükemmel çalışmayı tekrardan okumak için doğru zamanı bekliyorum.10/10-------For English Scroll Down----------------------The Magnicifico Fowles Among many critics, this brilliant book is called one of the best mystery stories ever written, or one of the most tricky and smart stories ever written. No matter what the reasons would be that The Magus is a book that is entirely mind-blowing. According to some readers this book might be hard to understand. However, Mr. Fowles, adamantly stressed that ambiguity is very important in this novel. Hence, this book might be called a mystery story. The readers are supposed to searched the clues, the time, the events in the book. However, according to Fowles, If the Magus has any a real significance, it is no more than that of the Rorschach Test in Psychology ( Foreword, in 1978). The Magnus holds an enriched literature experience to the readers who are supposed to search different perceptions. I'm really missing Nicholas Urfe . And soon I will re-read this amazing work for my taste.10/10

  • Oriana
    2019-04-27 00:57

    Oh god, I totally totally hated this boring, rambling, long-as-shit book.

  • Mona
    2019-05-20 08:11

    Strangely Disturbing Novel, Many Possible InterpretationsThis novel is particularly tough to review. It's even tough to rate. I'm very ambivalent about this book. It was interesting, but also frustrating.The Magus certainly won't be suitable for people who have Twitter-induced Attention Deficit Disorder and must have quick action and a fast pace.The book's pace is majestically slow, and it takes quite awhile for anything to happen. It's wordy, too.In short, it's an old-fashioned novel and it's a bit dated.It's also subject to multiple interpretations. John Fowles seems to have deliberately left a lot of things (including the ending) ambiguous.It's also tough to discuss the story without giving away spoilers.I think a lot of the book is about young men's inability to love.Nicholas Urfe is a handsome, confused, and directionless young Brit in 1953 post-war England. He's a bit of an intellectual and dabbles in poetry. He seduces lots of women for his amusement and then drops them. He's a bit of a cad. After quitting a teaching job in England, he accepts another job teaching at a school for boys on the remote Greek island of Phraxos.Before he leaves for Phraxos, he meets an Australian girl, Alison Kelly. They begin a relationship. When Nicholas leaves for Phraxos, Alison starts a job as an "air hostess" (airline stewardess). They leave things uncommital and open-ended.On Phraxos, Nicholas becomes infatuated with the beautiful Lily Montgomery (a.k.a. Julie). He also meets Maurice Conchis, the cultivated and very rich owner of a villa called Bourani.Strange things happen on Phraxos. I can't say much more about those happenings without spoiling the story, except that they involve weird rituals and mind games. (view spoiler)[Conchis is "The Magus" of the title, and he presides over some bizarre ceremonies, some of which seem almost Satanic. Nicholas goes through a mock "trial" and it's not clear whether the purpose of that trial is simply to humiliate him or to educate him. In either case, Nicholas is abducted, coerced, and abused. (hide spoiler)]Nicholas does learn about the nature of love, how love and sex are different, etc. But it's not clear that Nicholas matures into a loving adult. He keeps demonstrating his inability to give and receive love. In fact, in situations where he should be kind, he is often just brutal. He continues to blame women for his own failures instead of facing them. He is honest with himself, but still he fails to become worthy of love.Fowles ties in stories of German atrocities on Phraxos during World War II, as if to demonstrate that the inability of young men to love leads to the atrocities of war. When Nicholas returns to London he does some detective work to try to make sense of the events on Phraxos.The novel's ending is particularly ambiguous. (view spoiler)[I thought it was a tragic ending, and it was likely that Alison would never forgive Nicholas's transgressions and never speak to him again. But that's not entirely clear. (hide spoiler)]The novel was probably sensational at the time it was published (1966) for both its sexually explicit content and the descriptions of the weird events on Phraxos. However, a lot of that seems dated now.I think the book suffers from a lack of direction and purpose. It often seems as if Fowles is sort of blundering along without a clear goal in mind. He almost admits as much in his preface,"I had no coherent idea at all of where I was going, in life as in the book." And "I have not attempted to answer the many justified criticisms of excess, over-complexity, artificiality and the rest that the book received from the more sternly adult reviewers on its first must always substantially remain a novel of adolescence written by a retarded adolescent."Nicholas Boulton is a competent audio reader. However, the text I followed in 3M Cloud, Fowles' 1976 revised version, was substantially different than the audio. So the audio appeared to be a different version (the original version? a newer revision? Who knows?). Strange, since the audio came out in 2012, which obviously long after the 1976 revision was published.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>

  • Ian
    2019-04-27 02:06

    The Canon is What Our Friends Write“The Magus” is a novel that achieves everything that most of the books pushed and promoted by white American male post-modernists fail to.It’s genuinely innovative in form. Its form follows and complements its substance. Its narrative style reflects its metaphysical concerns. It doesn’t just name-drop post-modern philosophers or concepts, resembling a cut and paste from an undergraduate philosophy textbook. It genuinely explores the issues in a fictional way.The metaphysical issues are explored in a metafictional manner as well. Issues that affect perception, understanding and meaning equally affect the structure of the novel, and the relationship between author and character, as well as author and reader.The novel was enthusiastically supported by Fowles’ publisher, Jonathan Cape, which had previously published works by both James Joyce and Ian Fleming. It was both commercially and critically successful, at one point selling over four million copies.As a result, its support has diminished in the US ever since, largely because it is Anglo-European (i.e., it is recognisably English, while set on a Greek island) and not the product of a member of the envious American post-modern academic fraternity who moonlight as God’s gift to the homegrown literary avantgarde. Inevitably, therefore, the novel has been buried in the US under the ignominious residue of its initial popularity. Superficially, it’s too accessible for the self-proclaimed post-modern elite.Twopenny-Halfpenny Don JuanThe novel follows the exploits of a 25 year old Oxford-educated English teacher and budding poet/writer, Nicholas Urfe, who takes a two year assignment at a boarding school modelled on Eton on the fictional Greek island of Phraxos. Nicholas is a bit of a lad, and is trying to escape the clutches of his Australian girlfriend, Alison, who, he suspects, wants to marry him:“I didn’t collect conquests, but by the time I left Oxford I was a dozen girls away from virginity...I was a snob, a prig, a twopenny-halfpenny Don Juan…You know what Australians are like. They’re terribly half-baked culturally. They don’t really know who they are, where they belong. Part of her was very gauche. Anti-British. She found me very English, very fascinating. Partly it was because I was ‘cultured’, a word she often used...Alison was always feminine; she never, like so many English girls, betrayed her gender. She wasn’t beautiful, she very often wasn’t even pretty. But she had a fashionably thin boyish figure, she had a contemporary dress sense, she had a conscious way of walking, and her sum was extraordinarily more than her parts...She stood there in her white dress, small, innocent-corrupt, coarse-fine, an expert novice...Out of bed I felt I was teaching her, anglicising her accent, polishing off her roughness, her provincialisms; in bed she did the teaching.”Love of FreedomAlison responds to the news of his departure:“I’m going to be an air hostess, and you’re going to Greece. You’re free.”Nicholas describes his conduct as “calculating”, but argues that “it was caused less by a true coldness than by a narcissistic belief in the importance of the lifestyle. I mistook the feeling of relief that dropping a girl always brought for a love of freedom.”The Right AnguishesAt Oxford, he belonged to a group called Les Hommes Revoltes, where “we argued about being and nothingness and called a certain kind of inconsequential behaviour ‘existentialist’. Less enlightened people would have called it capricious or just plain selfish; but we didn’t understand that the heroes, on anti-heroes of the French existentialist novels we read were not supposed to be realistic. We tried to imitate them, mistaking metaphorical descriptions of complex modes of feeling for straightforward prescriptions of behaviour. We duly felt the right anguishes…”Nicholas doesn’t wholly escape the clutches of French existentialism after Oxford. His relationships are not just relationships, but explorations of the existentialist predicament. He must exit them, if he feels that his metaphysical freedom is compromised in any way.Between Existence and NothingnessLonely on Phraxos, Nicholas hypothesises:“One kind of person is engaged in society without realising it; another engages in society by controlling it. The one is a fear, a cog, and the other an engineer, a driver. But a person who has opted out has only his ability to express his disengagement between his existence and nothingness. Not cogito, but scribo, pingo, ergo sum.”He feels “a metaphysical sense of being marooned” on Phraxos:“I was worse off than even Alison was; she hated life, I hated myself. I had created nothing. I belonged to nothingness, to the neant, and it seemed to me that my own death was the only thing left that I could create; and still, even then, I thought it might accuse everyone who had ever known me. It would validate all my cynicism, it would prove all my solitary selfishness; it would stand, and be remembered, as a final dark victory.”While the language of nothingness belongs to Sartre, the contemplation of suicide owes more to Camus:“My feelings, at the end of that wretched term, were those of a man who knows he is in a cage, exposed to the jeers of all his old ambitions until he dies.”The man is still being judged by the adolescent undergraduate. “But then the mysteries began.”The Mysteries of BouraniAnd the mysteries began when Nicholas ventured onto the land surrounding a private villa called Bourani that was owned by Maurice Conchis, who had briefly been the mayor during the German occupation of the island in WWII. He is a former student, but not a follower, of Jung.What follows takes up most of the novel. From Nicholas’ point of view, it’s written in the style of detective fiction as he tries to learn more about his predicament. On the other hand, it seems that Nicholas has been chosen or elected to enter a kind of magical curtainless theatrical performance or masque or “meta-theatre” where “all here is artifice” (which reminded me of the magic theatre in Herman Hesse’s “Steppenwolf”).The Novel as MasqueThis masque is symbolic of the experimental art form of the novel. Conchis jokes that “the novel is no longer an art form”, then asks “why should I struggle through hundreds of pages of fabrication to reach half a dozen very little truths?” (to which Nicholas responds “For fun?”) This tongue in cheek exchange suggests that the choice is between education and entertainment.For Nicholas personally, the masque represents a supernatural conflict between order and chaos, between the rational and the irrational, between the predetermined and the willed (or voluntary). He suspects that “something was trying to slip between me and reality”. He feels “as if the world had suddenly been re-invented, and for me alone...You’ve no idea how strange this experience has been. Beautifully strange. Only, you know, it’s one’s sense of reality. It’s like gravity. One can resist it only so long.” Conchis’ role is to be the “chance agent”, ably assisted by two attractive twin sisters from England (Julie/Lily and June/Rose, one of whom, at least, went to Cambridge). They’re playing a game with Nicholas that has two aspects - “one didactic, the other aesthetic.” It’s even hinted that the two girls are “nothing but a personification of your [Nicolas’] own selfishness.”The Existence of MysteriesAs with any novel, there’s a difference between reality and unreality:“Verification is the only scientific criterion of reality. That does not mean that there may not be realities that are unverifiable…“Man needs the existence of mysteries. Not their solution.”I’ll avoid revealing details of the game: “It would be like telling you the story of a mystery film just before you went to see it.” Suffice to say that the name of the novel was originally supposed to be “The Godgame”.All is HazardConchis consistently refers to “hazard” rather than “chance”. “There is no plan. All is hazard.” However, it is part of a broader ontology of being and becoming:“There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be. You are too young to know this. You are still becoming. Not being.”Conchis thinks of “the word ‘being’ [as] no longer passive and descriptive, but active...almost imperative...You are meant to do as you choose...I must warn you that this evening I give you not a narrative. But a character...We are all actors and actresses...on the stage of the world.”Rearranging RealityLater, Lily says to Nicholas, “You must have seen you’re in the hands of someone who’s very skilled at rearranging reality.”Nicholas acknowledges that “I was experiencing...a new self-acceptance, a sense that I had to be this mind and this body, its vices and its virtues, and that I had no other chance or choice...I had an idea that sooner or later I was going to be asked to perform as well, that this was some initiation to a much darker adventure that I was prepared for, a society, a cult...”Soon Nicholas feels that he’s playing hide and seek with a group of schizophrenics:“I was beginning to lose my sense of total sureness that [Conchis] was inventing a new stage of the masque...He was assaying not my powers of belief, but my powers of unbelief.”Inevitably, Nicholas falls in love with Lily’s “coolness, mystery, elegance” (which overcome Alison’s “energy, candour, companionability” and “her normality, her reality, her predictability”):“I sensed, behind the outward daring, the duplicities of the past she had been playing, a delicious ghost of innocence, perhaps even of virginity; a ghost I felt particularly well equipped to exorcise, just as soon as time allowed...I knew already that all my past relationships with girls, my selfishness, caddishnesses, even that belittling dismissal of Alison to my past that I had just perpetrated, could now be justified. It was always to be this, and something in me had always known it...“I imagined a Julie/Lily who had acquired all Alison’s experience and adeptness, her quick passions, her slow lubricities, but enhanced, enriched, diversified by superior taste, intelligence, poetry...”Endless InteractionNicholas could justify his mistreatment of women, because he just hadn’t found the right one yet. He thinks of himself as “difficult, hazardous, poetic”, whereas Alison sees him for what he is: not complicated, but selfish.Nicholas passes through “stages of knowledge” that are still ultimately philosophical, despite their resemblance to a “mystical experience”:“I had the sense that this was the fundamental reality and that reality had a universal mouth to tell me so; no sense of divinity, of communion, of the brotherhood of man, of anything I had expected before I became suggestible. No pantheism, no humanism. But something much wider, cooler and more abstruse. That reality was endless inter-action. No good, no evil; no beauty, no ugliness. No sympathy, no antipathy. But simply interaction. The endless solitude of the one, its total enislement from all else, seemed the same thing as the total inter-relationship of the all. All opposites seemed one, because each was indispensable to each. The indifference and the indispensability of all seemed one. I suddenly knew, but in a hitherto unexperienced sense of knowing, that all else exists.“Knowing, willing, being wise, being good, education, information, classification, knowledge of all kinds, sensibility, sexuality, these things seemed superficial. I had no desire to state or define or analyse this interaction, I simply wished to constitute it - not even ‘wished to’ - I constituted it. I was volitionless. There was no meaning. Only being...“At the same time a parabola, a fall, an ejaculation; but the transience, the passage, had become an integral part of the knowledge of the experience. The becoming and the being were one.”“An Answer is Always a Form of Death”Towards the end of the novel, Nicholas is told:“In the godgame we start from the premise that in reality all is fiction, yet no single fiction is necessary.”.Outside the godgame, we are all waiting for the meaning of life to be made (or to become) apparent to us. Only, to say that it becomes apparent for anybody is a lie. If anything, we must all continue waiting.Freedom and LoveOn the other hand, it’s possible that the meaning of freedom comes only from love:“When I loved you, it meant everything you said or did to me had meaning. Emotional meaning. It moved me, excited me. It depressed me…”“Tomorrow, let them love, who have never loved;They who have loved, let them love again, tomorrow.”The Folly of the Metaphysical Detective StoryWhatever attempts the reader makes to understand the novel must be qualified by both these words and the words Fowles has Nicholas say towards the end:“By searching so fanatically I was making a detective story out of the summer’s events, and to view life as a detective story, as something that could be deduced, hunted and arrested, was no more realistic (let alone poetic) than to view the detective story as the most important literary genre, instead of what it really was, one of the least.”First published in 1966, “The Magus” seems to mirror some of Thomas Pynchon’s perspective in “The Crying of Lot 49” (published in the same year). 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  • Smand
    2019-05-12 05:11

    Beş ay önce kitabı okuduğumda 3 yıldız vermiş ve sevip sevmediğim konusunda emin olamamıştım. Tahmin ettiğim gibi, zaman içinde 3 yıldızı hak etmediğine emin oldum ve favorilerimden biri haline geldi. Okurun zihnini aylarca meşgul edebilen kitaplar iyi ki var!_________________________________________ Büyücü hakkında ne düşünmeliyim bilmiyorum. İlginç bir okuma deneyimi oldu benim için. Kısa bir sürede okuduysam da bunu hikayeye bayıldığım için değil, ufak çaplı bir sinir harbine girdiğimden başardım. Öyle ki hiçbir karakterle empati kuramıyorsunuz, hepsi birbirinden tekinsiz. Sonunda da büyük bir aldatılmış hissiyle kitabın kapağını kapatıyorsunuz. Bu kitabı sevip sevmediğimi bile bilmiyorum şu an. Zaman geçtikçe fikirlerim netleşir sanıyorum. Emin olduğum tek şey Fowles’ın kalemini sevdim. Kalan kitaplarına karşı en ufak bir ön yargım yok. Sabırsızlıkla okumayı bekliyorum. –Karşıma tekrar bir Büyücü ayarında kitap çıkmazsa memnun olurum tabii-

  • Banushka
    2019-05-21 08:11

    yıllardır beklettiğim bir romandı. her gece 150 sayfa kadar okudum, bir gece sağdan bir gece soldan tokatlandım. fowles ana karakteriyle birlikte okuru da duvardan duvara çarpıyor. psikoloji, insan davranışı, aşk, kimlik... bunun yanında ingiltere tarihi, 2. dünya savaşında yunanistan'da yaşananlar... yok yok romanda.mutlaka ve dikkatle okunması gereken bir başyapıt.

  • Maria Clara
    2019-04-30 02:57

    Con sinceridad, no sé qué decir. Después de haber leído La mujer del teniente frances supe que volvería a leer otra novela de este escritor. Lo que ignoraba era que este no era el libro que tendría que haber leído. Si tuviera que definir en una palabra cómo me siento ahora, solo podría decir que CANSADA. Cansada de tanta mentira. Cansada del juego de Conchis. Cansada de los actores. Cansada de todo.

  • Kelly
    2019-05-23 05:22

    Its like if you took that Most Dangerous Game story and RUINED IT FOREVER.

  • Evan
    2019-05-21 01:23

    Reading The Magus was like holding a mirror up to my life, not knowing who it is I'm looking at, not fully understanding where I am or where I've been, and even less certain of where I am going -- not certain of what lessons I've learned or am supposed to be learning, adrift and perplexed about issues of morality/immorality/amorality, not wholly certain if the things I seek and desire aren't already right here in front of me.I think it's safe to say that The Magus was one of the most profoundly amazing reading experiences of my life.And I say this in total agreement with all its naysaysers who say that the story is preposterous, not credible, frustrating, ever-changing, too self-satisfied in how it pulls and yanks the reader around and leads him/her into blind alleys, traps, promises never intending to be kept. Maurice Conchis, the enigmatic puppetmaster of the tale, is the alter ego of Fowles; leading the bewildered protagonist, Nicholas Urfe, in the same epochal, mind-fucking game that Fowles the author does with the reader. The mind-meld one has with Urfe, and just as surely, the disconnect one has with him, is a process one has throughout the book, mirroring one's own self examination and self-loathing. I'm no intellectual literary critic, plus I'm a little lazy, so there won't be any pondering of the various philosophical, mythological, psychological, political, sociological questions raised in The Magus, of which there are innumerable examples. The question of what freedom is, and how we choose to use it, looms large over the book, as do notions of life as a kind of theater. References and parallels to ancient myth, drama and to Shakespeare are interwoven liberally. Perception and reality, the nature of time and memory, science vs. metaphysics and much more are tackled herein.As I read it, I thought of the many other books and media products that influenced it, and in turn, it influenced. The Englishman abroad motifs reminded me a bit of Graham Greene. I detected similarities with other books, The Castle of Communion, The Most Dangerous Game, Zorba the Greek, Alice Through the Looking Glass, The Tempest, The Sporting Club, the Saragossa Manuscript, Lord of the Flies, Dream Story (and its movie version, Eyes Wide Shut), and TV shows such as The Prisoner, Lost, and even The Wild Wild West,and movies such as The Game.The book is a fascinating, one-of-a-kind tour de force.There will be no attempt at plot summary here. That is easily enough gotten at Wikipedia or in other reviews. Another aspect of the mirroring between protagonist and reader is the idea of willing submission, of suspension of disbelief. It's Urfe's own curiosity that draws him to the game and his own willingness to stay with it. The question of whether or not we are our own jailer comes to mind.Oh, and the book is also intensely romantic. Filled with regret and longing and anger and despair. The Greek island setting is enigmatic and intoxicating.If you're someone who wants a tidy ending, The Magus will not be for you. For all of us, the future is mute. The book understands this.

  • Laila
    2019-04-26 03:19

    5 Yıldız!Okuduğum en sürükleyici, sonana kadar final hakkında tek bir fikir bile yürümediğim, yüksek tansiyonlu kitaptı. Kendime notlarım:(view spoiler)[Ana karakter Nicolas Urfe gibi gorünse de bana göre olaylar Cochnis karakterinin etrafında gelişti. Meta Tiyatro'nun iki figüranı Lily ve Rose isimli ikizlere de annelerine de özellikle sinir oldum. Kitapta bana göre en zor okunan bölüm Urfe'un yargıç olduğu mahkeme sahnesi ve sonrasıydı. Bu da çok fazla sembolik gönderme olmasından kaynaklanıyor bana göre. Bitirdikten sonra ekşideki yorumlara baktım. Tasvir ve betimlemelerin uzunluğundan sıkılan okurlar olduğunu gördüm. Bana göre o tasvir ve betimlemeler gerekliydi zira sahneyi(!) gözümde canlandırabilmemi sağladılar. Mahkemeden sonraki kisımlarda yaşadigı onca zorluktan sonra Urfe'un kendisiyle yüzleşmesi, gitgelleri bama insan yaşamını düsündurdu. Kim mukemmel ki... Finalde de Alison'un bir sonraki adimini bilmeyi cok isterdim, devami yazilsa zevkle okutur diyebilirim.(hide spoiler)]Kitap bittiginde sonsözü okumadan geçmeyin! Zira romanın basım sürecine kadar gectiği aşamalar da hikayenin kendisi kadar sürükleyici. Fowles bu güne kadar okuduğum yazarlar icinde zekasina hayran bırakanlardan biri... Ölmeden okuyun!

  • Robin
    2019-05-12 03:10

    Conspiracy Theorist FantasyOh, brother.I had high hopes for this book. Such high hopes.I read and really enjoyed The Collector. John Fowles is a wonderful writer. This book is no exception. This story takes place mainly in Greece, on the island of Phraxos, where English 20-something misogynist Nicholas Urfe goes to escape his recent relationship with his Australian girlfriend, Alison. He meets an enigmatic man who looks like Pablo Picasso, named Maurice Conchis. And then the inexplicable, the surreal, begins to happen. Mysterious twins, people in costumes. Things that make Nicholas question reality. The reader begins to question too. It's compelling at first. Seductive and erotic....all naked women become the same naked woman, the eternal naked woman; who could not die, who could only be celebrated...It becomes quite tiresome though, after several hundred pages of the same "Twilight Zone" music, the same "woo-woo" stories and odd behaviours, the endless ambiguity. It was painfully long in this regard. It lost its power - after a while I just stopped caring whether whatever Maurice, the master puppeteer, said was true, or what the real intentions of the other characters were, or what. What is real? What is truth? Is it all a big conspiracy? (view spoiler)[In the big "reveal", Nicholas is kidnapped, drugged, gagged and taken to a dramatic procession in which a bunch of people dressed in masks a la Eyes Wide Shut tell him he has been a subject of a [totally unethical] psychological experiment. Perhaps that's where it should have ended. But no. Many many many more pages to follow, with an ending as limp as can be - somewhat didactic, it seemed to me - in which Nicholas has to learn how to treat women properly. Sorry, but YAWN. (hide spoiler)]An answer is always a form of death.I tend to agree with other reviewers who say this would be better read earlier in life. There are interesting ideas here, and bits of gorgeous, sensual prose, but ultimately served to frustrate and bore me.

  • Megan Baxter
    2019-05-12 03:09

    I'm not exactly sure how to rate this book. But I have a sneaking suspicion that I might read it again at some point, which is generally my personal line for four stars. I picked this up as one of the books on the BBC's Big Read list, which I am slowly making my way through. I am not sure what to make of it. Note: The rest of this review has been withdrawn due to the changes in Goodreads policy and enforcement. You can read why I came to this decision here.In the meantime, you can read the entire review at Smorgasbook

  • Sinem A.
    2019-05-18 04:24

    modern ve sıradan insan üzerine yazılmış bir destan. akılcı akıcı sürükleyici masalsı ve sade.

  • Darwin8u
    2019-04-27 06:14

    “There is no plan. All is hazard. And the only thing that will preserve us is ourselves.” ― John Fowles, The MagusWhat is written here must remain hid(view spoiler)[den. So now that you've clicked, let the game begin. But, let's unpack this quick. I felt like I've already spent far too much time being frustrated by the many curves, mysteries, deceptions in this book. I loved The French Lieutenant's Woman and really, really liked The Collector and there were many parts and many scenes from 'the Magus' that I really, really liked and even loved. But reading 'the Magus' reminded me of those novels one reads, and are far better read, when one is a Freshman in college or a precocious HS Senior. I'm thinking of most of Tom Robbins, Chuck Palahniuk, JD Salinger, Rand, and Camus (to a certain extent). These are books that indeed can be considered literary (except for Ayn Rand), and have some form of magic buried within them that attracts the 20 y/o literary set. These are books that become fetish items. Carried, dog-earred, and flashed between the group to communicate their fealty to a group, game or club. But looking back, they just don't seem to have the same magic or mystery for me. I should have read 'the Magus' in HS. I should have tried it on before I turned 30. It was smart, but the magic was gone, burned off. The lights have been turned on. The big questions (for me, at this time in my life) seemed answered or perhaps just not that damn important. Death.Again, I love Fowles' prose, but part of this book felt like wading through azure pudding in a chemical fog. There were pages and pages where I just felt tired, exhausted, with burning eyes wondering why I kept turning the pages. Part Marquis de Sade, part 'Eyes Wide Shut', part PoMo philosophical exploration. Again, this ranks up there (I mean top, top tier) with the best novels that I really think I hate.I did find a tidbit that might help those who are contemplating finishing this. In trying to explain different approaches to 'the Magus' Fowles explained to a young girl:"But two approaches - The Magus is trying to suggest to Nicholas that reality, human existence is infinitely baffling. One gets one explanation - the Christian, the psychological, the scientific ... but always it gets burnt off like summer mist and a new landscape-explanation appears. He suggests that the one valid reality or principle for us lies in eleutheria - freedom. Accept that man has the possibility for his actions. To be free (which means rejecting all the gods and political creeds and the rest) leaves one no choice but to act according to reason: that is, humanely to all humans." (hide spoiler)]________________["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>

  • Jake
    2019-05-20 05:09

    John Fowles started writing the Magus in the mid-1950s, and struggled with it off and on for the next twelve years. After his first novel, The Collector, became a best-seller, he finally finished the book and published it in 1966. But then, eleven years later, he issued a revised edition, reworking a number of critical scenes. All books reflect the times in which they were written, and this one is no exception. The early scenes are very much a meditation on breaking away from 1950s conformity and the stultifying regime of the post-war British upper class. The long middle passage, set on a mysterious island in Greece, tackles those big 1960s questions- personal identity, sexual freedom, and higher consciousness. And the end of the book, which peaks with a freakout frenzy and ends on a distinctly melancholy and uncertain note- it's not a stretch to see that as a mirror of the burned out decade that was the 1970s.When classifying Fowles, a lot of critics place him on the line between modernism and post-modernism. Certainly there is ample evidence of both schools of writing in The Magus. Much of the book is a bildungsroman with shades of early 20th century novels (like DH Lawrence's Sons and Lovers, and Joyce's Portrait of the Artist- both featuring smart but emotionally unstable young men, groping towards maturity.) But as the mysterious events on the island gear up, and the narrator finds himself falling head-over-heels through a series of bizarre scenes of sex and violence and lies and half-truths, The Magus comes to resemble a later generation of novels. The closest parallel might be Eco's Foucault's Pendulum. Both books are paced as erudite literary mysteries with frequent references to other authors- Shakespeare, Dickens, etc. Both have settings that span Europe- Fowles moves the action from London to Greece to France, with stops in Norway, Rome, and Germany. And like Eco, Fowles has a playful way of letting the reader in on the fun- allowing the narrator to express disbelief about the events he's witnessing, just as we, the readers, might feel disbelief at times about the plot of the book:'Is this how they teach you at Oxford now? One reads the last chapters first?" And I had to smile and look down. If his answer had not quenched my curiosity at all it had at least jumped another pretense, and moved us on. In some obscure way, one I was to become very familiar with, it flattered me: I was too intelligent not to be already grasping the rules of the game we played. It was no good my knowing that old men have conned young ones like that ever since time began. I still fell for it, and one still falls for the oldest literary devices in the right hands and contexts.Or'This experience. It's like being halfway through a book. I can't just throw it in the dustbin.'Where The Magus fails, it fails because Fowles allows the narrator to descend into a kind of post-college mawkishness, where everything is so serious and life is never a joke. Even though the situation, as presented, is often cosmically funny, the narrator never seems to joke or smile about it- and in that he seems to miss some of the point. But that's a small complaint and one that doesn't really mar this compulsively readable novel.PS: if you liked TV's Lost, you'll doubly enjoy this book. Much of the plot of that show seems to be ripped from Fowles- including the mysterious island setting and the idea that the whole place might be a grand psychology experiment or be possessed of a kind of black magic. It also features a Jacob-like master-manipulator, several characters that shed identities like snake-skin, and even a Hatch! There's more, but I'll let you discover it for yourself.