The Magic (or should that be Magick?) that exists within the pages of The Night Circus is never fully explored, its rules and functions kept mysterious and illusive as in a dream. This can be frustrating, but one quickly realises that Morgenstern is creating a lush, sensory experience which exists outside of the rational. The circus itself, the main beneficiary of this dream-like state, is wonderfully described in places, the author’s creative faculties clearly spent on the realisation of this central piece of the story, perhaps to the detriment of the rest of the novel.
The writing is verbose and regularly frustrating. Some of the intricate descriptions work well, but much feels like tedious flailing for words. An early passage which describes the designing and making of a clock is particularly involving and, undoubtedly, the backdrop to the (non-existent) story is beautifully and minutely drawn. However, even after hundreds of pages, the characters are little more than names on the page, such is the level of characterisation. The story itself, which ambles along, never truly igniting, is predictable, flimsy, and kitsch.
Although the novel is set in Victorian Europe, very little attention is paid to attitudes, speech, or any period details really, save for allowing the ladies to wear gorgeous dresses. Once the initial premise is set, the story jumps between space and time, rarely for a good purpose and never with any reasonable level of explication.
Creating a textured, dream-like canvas, which exists purely as a piece of art in and of itself without the necessity to build onto it any structured story is a reasonable aspiration, but this goal is far from realised in a satisfactory manner here. This is a swollen, unconstrained book whose depth may catch the imagination of a reader willing to embrace unquestioningly and settle for disparate snippets of an appealing world without any real plot, but for everyone else this is tedium.
Two things that one might say for The Night Circus: Firstly, this is a book destined to be a film – and it could make a good one, provided the screenwriter fills in the gaps left by Morgenstern (story, characters – those little things). Secondly, the British hardback is a beautiful book and the effort that has gone into its design is a wonderful thing, particularly at a time when tactile books face an intense existential threat (although one would still take substance over shallow peacocking any day).
This is a debut novel and there is promise here – Morgenstern clearly has a good imagination, even if she’s failed to order her thoughts into a readable book in this instance. The world created is beautiful in its way, but sadly it’s all artifice without any solid purpose behind it. Perhaps this is the point – a dreamlike experiential novel - but it doesn’t make it any more satisfying as a four-hundred-page (five-hundred in paperback!) read.
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