I was rather skeptic wether to read the book or not; in the end I decided to do so... because it was already downloaded in my ipad library, I felt like reading something, and someone kindly recommended me to read it. I must say I am glad I decided to read it -I have learned only recently that Papini's work of literature influenced Mircea Eliade. I had to pay serious attention to this feature, as I long ago declared myself a fan of Eliade's work. At least of what I have read and liked, and it just happens that of the books I've read to have liked them all.
Papini surprised me to the most -was it Papini or was it Gog? I find it hard to distinguish between these two apparently small details. In fact, the writer is just the writer, but he is the writer :he is the mind, he is the fingers and the voice, the words, he is the sentence, he is the page, he is the book because he created it. Even so, we think about a character from a book to be... Kind of real. We express ourselves in that particular way: I have liked X because he was so and so and did so and so.(X=character) we say that about mere characters, fictional personages created by a brilliant or mad mind which doesnt't but...express its imagination (or its darkest fears, desires, crazziness). Is this all, is this not all? I am alway caught in this web, unable to declare something irrefutably about it. Nevertheless, I shall not fire myself about this now, I should amenably talk only about Gog because I have not yet read anything about Papini. I can say about him that... Well, I honestly like his style. Or, at least, I liked Gog, the book. He has an interesting and catchy way of expressing solitude, deprivation, and depression. And it is, of course, more than that. It is always more than what one says. By his style, he reminded me of an old story I started writting years ago, as a teenager. I felt depression, I felt lost, I felt chaotic, I felt always in search of the something, the "distraction", away from boredom, from people, from the whatever it was. I felt really Gog.
Gog, indeed. Who is Gog? I felt, while surfing through the book's pages, that Gog felt he was Nobody, that he was nothing. And there he was, in the last pages of his book saying that he feels the smallness swallowing him up. It is a labyrinth, the place in which Gog lives. I wonder if we are not all the same : in search of something, in search of the one thing that makes us trully happy. He, with his extravagancies, tried hard -harder and harder- to find something to entertain him for real, to keep him alive and warm. To at least maintain a good mood. Nevertheless, he is sick of humans, of human nature. He is sick of them, yet he searches for the most interesting of them, the ones from which he may be capable of learning something. Of learning how to live, perhaps. He might as well search great, famous people not because he wants to learn and understand that, but because he wants to know what great people are. He tries, in himself, to be something big. The biggest -the desire to be something else, but can he suprass his human nature? None of us can. Not even Gog, with all his money, he is not capable of finding himself. He hasn't got enough money to buy himself -he doesn't really know what himself is. He is only Gog with money, trying to fit in a world which is not his, a world he cannot conquer. He wishes to eliminate the entire humankind -but he cannot. He is cursed to live a life on a planet he doesn't want to: he wants to run away from his littleness, the littleness that suffocates him. But he cannot -so he tries to escape, relaxing in a village, finding the most adorable girl, a peasant girl who gives him black bread to eat. Be it this the real pleasure of life, should he wonder...
Is this all that Gog is? Of course not -but I am rather scared of Gog. He is one of those characters whom cannot find his place in the world, a character that feels quelled by the enormous sky. He is jealous of the sky's enormity -he would like to touch it, to conquer it, to have it. He feels small, and feels this planet is too small for him. Angry that humans are so less, angry that stars and the blue, infinite sky is so much bigger, so much brighter, so much everything than he is. He wishes, perhaps, he was in the sky, that he was everywhere, anytime. It is too hard to understand what Gog really wants -I do not feel he is entirely mad. And that is the crazy part of this story -after all, a character that thinks he would like to kill the people around him (because of their stupidity and uselessness), doesn't seem an entirely sane character. But is it so? Gog is chaotic and Gog makes me sad, deprived of my happiness and joyfulness. Is Gog real? I am afraid he is. I am quite afraid he lives in some of us : sucking those happy blood cells that sustain our live.
In the end, I know nothing about Gog -I find him fascinating. And more than that, I find Papini's book thrilling. I didn't expect it to be so interesting and... Harmful to my peaceful emotions. If I should say that Papini has a superb style of writing, I would exaggerate. But he is thrilling, he is surprising, he is harmful. I mean, his style is : is he, the author, the same as his writing? I do not know that, but I am willing to learn it.
I wouldn't necessarily tag this book as wonderful, gorgeous, the masterpiece of whatever. I liked it enormously -that is why I gave it 5stars out of 5, only because I liked it now as much as that. Not because it shall be a good book, I seriously cannot appreciate that sort of thing at the being moment ( i am still caught in the fascination created by this piece), but because ...you know, informally, it just touched the heart of this reader (well, "the heart"). I haven't yet talked about Gog's sadism -no, I haven't yet talked about all those obscure parts of the book, but I feel this is not a proper day to talk about them.
If someone should ask me if I recommend this book, I would firstly think about the person that asks -is it, or is it not good? Many might not like it. No, many don't like it. it is rather subjective, profoundly personal -attached to those who can connect with this type of writing, with those ideas and those characters. For me, it certainly was fascinating and I would re-read it with the most of pleasure. I am as well willing to read some other pieces of Papini's.
In the end, I hope I will come back to this topic -Gog, Papini, who and what is Gog. Today I feel I cannot add anything. I am still caught in halucination.