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The novel is set in Madrid and on the unspoiled Fijian island of Taveuini. Frank Andersen, a Norwegian evolutionary biologist who feels "oppressed by the grief that the lack of spirit and permanence in our existence brings", meets up with a beautiful Spanish Flamenco dancer, Ana, her companion Jose, and an English writer from Croydon, John Spoke. They then discuss the big issues. This is where the problem arises; there is too much discussion of ideas and not enough emotional involvement or development of characters. They exist merely as mouthpieces for different theories. Gaarder then adds a bewildering supernatural dimension. There is Ana and Jose's manifesto, a mystical dialogue that describes the creation and evolution process in a series of self-consciously obscure metaphors to consider; hints of past lives; a time-travelling dwarf; and an enigmatic photograph. All this excitement sits uneasily with the almost pedantic prose style.
Gaarder's forte is to incorporate challenging themes into a flowing, imaginative narrative. The author's earlier novel,Sophie's World, has been a phenomenal success; the novel has sold over 16 million copies, been translated into 42 languages and is a whistle-stop tour of philosophy, from Socrates to Sartre. Unfortunately in the case of Maya, the story fails to grip the reader enough and lacks the fluidity of prose that made Sophie's World such a delight to read. --Eithne Farry
310 pages
First published January 1, 1999
روضتُ نفسي على فكرة أني مجرد جزء ضئيل من مغامرة الحضارة العظمى...مجرد كسرة عابرة من شيء أعظم مني وأقوى
بلمعة برق باهرة، أرتني تلك الواقعة أني أنا أيضًا كائن حي من لحم ودم، مجرد حيوان آخر له قسطه من الزمن على هذه الأرض، لكنه يومًا ما سيكف عن الوجود
لو تعلق الأمر بالاحتمالات.. لشارف هذا الوجود على الاستحالة...
تحت قبة ماضٍ غامض لا أزال أسمع صوتك



We bear and are borne by a soul we do not know.
When the riddle raises itself on two legs without being solved, it is our turn.
When the dream pinches its own arm without waking, it is us.
For we are the riddle no one guesses.
We are the fairy tale trapped in its own image.
We are that moves on and on without arriving at understanding…..
Se tarda miles de millones de años en crear un ser humano. Y solo se tarda segundos en morir.