Pas du tout mon style, et un incroyable défis pour le traducteur (Benoit Meunier)... Et c'est merveilleux (au sens propre) ( )

After thirty pages I put it down and put it in my "Didn't finish" collection. After half an hour I reconsidered and looked up some reviews. I read another ten pages and thought "Nope". Later the same day I couldn't let go of the nagging feeling that there was more to it than met the eye, so I picked it up again. And ended up by giving it 4.5 stars.

At first, The Other City feels like written by a lazy wannabe surrealist who has discovered that he can ramble and just write sentences by piling words randomly, scribbling whatever his associations bring up without a plan or any coherence, and call it "art". But the longer you read, the more you see the structure and what Ajvaz is trying to do, which both makes the book meaningful and quite funny. This is not a book for everyone, but it gave me great pleasure. ( )

An observer can't be part of the world he observes: you can't be detached, uninvested in that world and yet also a part of it, because being a part of something requires you to invest yourself in it. The tourist cannot understand the places he merely passes through, as it's a temporary sojourn for him and a permanent state of being for the people he sees there. You want to understand something, to be a part of something? You have to immerse yourself in it, and not hold anything back, letting go of every lifeline that you could use to pull yourself back to your old life. It's a scary, but necessary if you want to be a member and not an outsider.

Ajvaz explores the difference between an observer and a participant in The Other City, and he does it in a way that consistently brought a smile to my face. Prague and The Other Prague come to life in this novella, and personally I found it a joy to read. Both individual scenes and the journey as a whole still appear vivid in my memory many months later, and I look forward to rereading this short book many times in the years to come. God I wish more Ajvaz had been translated to English: let's get some more of his work Dalkey Archive Press, I know you own the rights! ( )

Sometimes a book comes along that knocks me out of complacency and reminds me exactly why I love to read. The Other City by Michal Ajvaz was one of those books. At once incredibly intelligent and captivatingly beautiful, it is a rewarding book for anyone who loves to read beneath the surface and find meaning just beyond the frontier.

After discovering a strange book in an alien language at an antiquarian book store, an unnamed narrator comes into contact with a strange other world, "a place where libraries can turn into jungles, secret passages yawn beneath our feet, and waves lap at our bedspreads." (from the blurb) He finds The Other City, a city that is at once the same place as his home city of Prague and something entirely different. Surrealist and strange, the people he meets and events he witnesses initially baffle both the narrator and the reader. The struggle of the reader to understand the book mirrors the experience that the narrator has trying to understand the strange new city in which he finds himself. Is there meaning to be found here? The answer is, of course, yes, but it is never quite the meaning that we expect.

What struck me first about this book was the vivid imagery. Though surrealism isn't usually my favorite aesthetic, the descriptions in The Other City were so beautiful and real that I didn't mind the initial confusion that necessarily comes with a surrealist text. Even the strangest and most incomprehensible of things are described in luminous prose, glowing with life and color. These descriptions help to create the atmosphere that defines the strange city.

Though the descriptions are beautiful, The Other City isn't just a text of images. There is a plot to this book, and the reader is just as invested in discovering the inner workings of the other city as the narrator is. I wanted to reach that inner courtyard and hear the music of strange fountains. Not only is the subject interesting, but Michal Ajvaz is a critical theorist, and his incredible intelligence shows in his writing. This is a book driven not only by conventional plot, but also by ideas and philosophies, which are always being found, challenged, and changed. As someone who loves to think and engage with ideas while I'm reading, I greatly enjoyed this intellectual side of the book. Whether it's notions of otherness and frontiers, the true nature of monsters, the relationship of language to reality, or the act of reading, this book handles ideas with a mix of beautiful prose and intellectual dexterity. Ajvaz manages to contemplate ideas without being pedantic or boring the reader. Instead, ideas become vitally significant, a way of making sense of a world that seems to defy logic and understanding.

A book about frontiers, monsters, and the act of reading, The Other City is stunning in both the depth of its ideas and the beauty and quality of its writing. For readers who need to understand every word of a book, The Other City is definitely not going to be enjoyable. But for those of you who like difficult novels, this might be the book for you. If you want a novel that will make you think as often as it takes your breath away, I absolutely recommend The Other City.

Rating: 5+ stars.
Recommendations: Don't give up if it confuses you at first. Keep on going. It's worth it. ( )

The best novel I have read for many years, the sort of book you find yourself insistently pressing on strangers, a magical vision of Prague when you're not looking. I was reminded of Lewis Carroll, the Surrealists and the dizzying transformations of Windsor Mackay's Little Nemo strips. I need the rest of Ajvaz' work in English, and I need it now - given the time. I'd learn Czech purely to read the original texts. Go and read this right now, or the sharks will get you! ( )