Book Thoughts and Review: Piranesi By Susanna Clarke

Book Thoughts and Review: Piranesi By Susanna Clarke


Piranesi by Susanna Clarke tells us about a house that is no ordinary building: its rooms are infinite, its corridors endless, its walls are lined with thousands upon thousands of statues, each one different from all the others. Within the labyrinth of halls an ocean is imprisoned; waves thunder up staircases, rooms are flooded in an instant. But Piranesi is not afraid; he understands the tides as he understands the pattern of the labyrinth itself. He lives to explore the house.

There is one other person in the house—a man called The Other, who visits Piranesi twice a week and asks for help with research into A Great and Secret Knowledge. But as Piranesi explores, evidence emerges of another person, and a terrible truth begins to unravel, revealing a world beyond the one Piranesi has always known.




A Sneak Peek Into “Piranesi


A list of all the people who have ever lived and what is known of them

Entry for the Tenth Day of the Fifth Month in the Year the Albatross came to the South-Western Halls

Since the World began it is certain that there have existed fifteen people. Possibly there have been more; but I am a scientist and must proceed according to the evidence. Of the fifteen people whose existence is verifiable, only Myself and the Other are now living.

I will now name the fifteen people and give, where relevant, their positions.

First Person: Myself

I believe that I am between thirty and thirty-five years of age. I am approximately 1.83 metres tall and of a slender build.



As a scientist and an explorer I have a duty to bear witness to the Splendours of the World.


Second Person: The Other

I estimate the Other’s age to be between fifty and sixty. He is approximately 1.88 metres tall and, like me, of a slender build. He is strong and fit for his age. His skin is a pale olive colour. His short hair and moustache are dark brown. He has a beard that is greying; almost white, it is neatly trimmed and slightly pointed. The bones of his skull are particularly fine with high, aristocratic cheekbones and a tall, impressive forehead. The overall impression he gives is of a friendly but slightly austere person devoted to the life of the intellect.

He is a scientist like me and the only other living human being, so naturally I value his friendship highly.

The Other believes that there is a Great and Secret Knowledge hidden somewhere in the World that will grant us enormous powers once we have discovered it. What this Knowledge consists of he is not entirely sure, but at various times he has suggested that it might include the following:

  1. vanquishing Death and becoming immortal
  2. learning by a process of telepathy what other people are thinking
  3. transforming ourselves into eagles and flying through the Air
  4. transforming ourselves into fish and swimming through the Tides
  5. moving objects using only our thoughts
  6. snuffing out and reigniting the Sun and Stars
  7. dominating lesser intellects and bending them to our will

The Other and I are searching diligently for this Knowledge. We meet twice a week (on Tuesdays and Fridays) to discuss our work. The Other organises his time meticulously and never permits our meetings to last longer than one hour.



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If he requires my presence at other times, he calls out ‘Piranesi!’ until I come.

Piranesi. It is what he calls me.

Which is strange because as far as I remember it is not my name.

Third Person: The Biscuit-Box Man

The Biscuit-Box Man is a skeleton that resides in an Empty Niche in the Third North-Western Hall. The bones have been ordered in a particular way: long ones of a similar size have been collected and tied together with twine made from seaweed. To the right is placed the skull and to the left is a biscuit box containing all the small bones – finger bones, toe bones, vertebrae etc. The biscuit box is red. It has a picture of biscuits and bears the legend, Huntley Palmers and Family Circle.

When I first discovered the Biscuit-Box Man, the seaweed twine had dried up and fallen apart and he had become rather untidy. I made new twine from fish leather and tied up his bundles of bones again. Now he is in good order once more.

Fourth Person: The Concealed Person

One day three years ago I climbed the Staircase in the Thirteenth Vestibule. Finding that the Clouds had departed from that Region of the Upper Halls and that they were bright, clear and filled with Sunlight, I determined to explore further. In one of the Halls (the one positioned directly above the Eighteenth North-Eastern Hall) I found a half-collapsed skeleton wedged in a narrow space between a Plinth and the Wall. From the current disposition of the bones I believe it was originally in a sitting position with the knees drawn up to the chin. I have been unable to learn the gender. If I took the bones out to examine them, I could never get them back in again.

Persons Five to Fourteen: The People of the Alcove

The People of the Alcove are all skeletal. Their bones are laid side by side on an Empty Plinth in the Northernmost Alcove of the Fourteenth South-Western Hall.



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I have tentatively identified three skeletons as female and three as male, and there are four whose gender I cannot determine with any certainty. One of these I have named the Fish-Leather Man. The skeleton of the Fish-Leather Man is incomplete and many of the bones are much worn away by the Tides. Some are scarcely more than little pebbles of bone. There are small holes bored in the ends of some of them and fragments of fish leather. From this I draw several conclusions:

  1. The skeleton of the Fish-Leather Man is older than the others
  2. The skeleton of the Fish-Leather Man was once displayed differently, its bones threaded together with thongs of fish leather, but over time the leather decayed
  3. The people who came after the Fish-Leather Man (presumably the People of the Alcove) held human life in such reverence that they patiently collected his bones and laid him with their own dead

Question: when I feel myself about to die, ought I to go and lie down with the People of the Alcove? There is, I estimate, space for four more adults. Though I am a young man and the day of my Death is (I hope) some way off, I have given this matter some thought.

Another skeleton lies next to the People of the Alcove (though this does not count as one of the people who have lived). It is the remains of a creature approximately 50 centimetres long and with a tail the same length as its body. I have compared the bones to the different kinds of Creatures that are portrayed in the Statues and believe them to belong to a monkey. I have never seen a live monkey in the House.

The Fifteenth Person: The Folded-Up Child

The Folded-Up Child is a skeleton. I believe it to be female and approximately seven years of age. She is posed on an Empty Plinth in the Sixth South-Eastern Hall. Her knees are drawn up to her chin, her arms clasp her knees, her head is bowed down. There is a necklace of coral beads and fishbones around her neck.

I have given a great deal of thought to this child’s relationship to me. There are living in the World (as I have already explained) only Myself and the Other; and we are both male. How will the World have an Inhabitant when we are dead? It is my belief that the World (or, if you will, the House, since the two are for all practical purposes identical) wishes an Inhabitant for Itself to be a witness to its Beauty and the recipient of its Mercies. I have postulated that the House intended the Folded-Up Child to be my Wife, only something happened to prevent it. Ever since I had this thought it has seemed only right to share with her what I have.

I visit all the Dead, but particularly the Folded-Up Child. I bring them food, water and water lilies from the Drowned Halls. I speak to them, telling them what I have been doing and I describe any Wonders that I have seen in the House. In this way they know that they are not alone.

Only I do this. The Other does not. As far as I know he has no religious practices.

The Sixteenth Person

And You. Who are You? Who is it that I am writing for? Are You a traveller who has cheated Tides and crossed Broken Floors and Derelict Stairs to reach these Halls? Or are You perhaps someone who inhabits my own Halls long after I am dead?


3 Words to Sum Up This Book


Intriguing, Gentle, Peculiar






What an odd thing, this book of 250 pages. I have never read anything quite like Piranesi. To be honest, it took me so far out of my comfort zone at first that it took me 4 months to get through the first 3 chapters. Until this day, I am still not quite sure what about this book that unsettled me so much the first time I read it. It is a good thing that I didn’t give up on Piranesi though and eventually decided that I would give it another honest go. 

And here we are. Almost 5 months later, your girl is sitting down in her pjs writing her review and thoughts about Piranesi. What an odd thing life is. 

Please also be warned that this review of Piranesi will be peppered by spoilers. 





You know how the past year or so I have been on this odd self-ego journey where I shun fiction novels and would want to only read non-fiction novels since I felt like I was already an adult and adults should only read books that add to their knowledge and stop with all the colorful imaginary world. I mean sure, I didn’t mention anything of the sort to people who asked or even on this blog, but your girl has definitely been on this self-righteous journey where I am on the relentless search to make my brain heavier with knowledge. 

And quarter through 2021, when I have gotten my mental health pretty much back in control and we’re back to less turbulent lands once more, that was when I decided to start venturing out into fiction novels once more. Slowly. And that is when I found Piranesi, and I think also explains why I had such a hard time trying to wrap my head around the concept of Piranesi. 



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My hypothesis is because all the things that I read all last year, and the field that I work and study in (which is science) are all based on cold hard facts that I just cannot fathom why and how could anyone write a book that made so little sense like Piranesi. I think I wasn’t just at war with the book, I was at war with myself and my inflexibility to accept different concepts other than the one that is suffused in facts. 

It took me a while to really open my mind and heart and give Piranesi another honest try. I think sometimes, what is good about reading in general, is not only that it enriches our life and deepens our understanding of things, but also the fact that books stretches our mind and make it more accepting and open to new––albeit bizarre––ideas. Both Piranesi and my initial ego that I felt like I was too good for fiction books are the living proof of that. 





I am not sure what other’s take about The House is, but personally, I think that is just nature before industrialization and human modernity take place. It also made me wonder about a saying that I read or heard somewhere before, “Humans are inherently kind, its the circumstances that makes them otherwise.” 

When I look at Piranesi and his life in the duration where he stays at The House where there are only him and The Other as well as the bones of the dead, I don’t see any inkling of cunning/malevolent thoughts that he had against The Other. Despite how The Other could be a bad friend to Piranesi at times, he continues to give The Other the benefit of the doubt time and time again. 



“Perhaps even people you like and admire immensely can make you see the World in ways you would rather not.”



Then sometimes I wonder would it have been better for both humanity and the environment if all of this––our technology and advancement for the past century––didn’t happen and we could all still live in a hunter-gatherer era. I don’t know. I guess sometimes the grass sure does look greener on the other side, do they not? 





As the story progresses and as I got to understand Piranesi and his way of thinking even more, I find that I actually understand Piranesi and his love towards The House, its halls and its statues. Perhaps it is also just wonderful storytelling, but there is just something about the lense from which Piranesi look through life that is just so exhilirating and freeing. 



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There is that childlike quality with which Piranesi views the world and people around him that seems to be lost as people grew older. He has a sense of wonder and openness towards people, even the people who might mean him harm. It is a weird feeling that I can’t exactly put my finger on when I am inside Piranesi’s head. It is a combination of safety, and feeling of being accepted as well as curiosity and exploration. 



“May your Paths be safe, your Floors unbroken and may the House fill your eyes with Beauty.”



Personally, I think this is one of the part where I admire Susanna Clarke the most. The way that she could flesh out Piranesi in a way that is so vivid yet not, at the same time. Now that I think of it, Piranesi might have taught me more things that I didn’t know I was questioning about.





For me personally, the plot is nothing to write home about. I have it kind of figured out about halfway through the book, the bad guys, what they do and all the sorts. There wasn’t exactly any omg I didn’t see that coming moment with this book, at least not for me. But then again, I didn’t went into this book for the mystery and suspense. 



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I went into this book because I was attracted to its peculiarity and how a lot of readers praise Piranesi for its one-of-a-kind-ness. Now, having read the book, I will definitely say that Piranesi is definitely different from anything that I have ever read before. Piranesi is definitely more character driven than plot driven, and there are times where it feels a bit slow, but at the end of the day, I would say that even the “slower” parts of the book contributed to readers’ understanding and enjoyment of Piranesi’s world. 



The Verdict


While Piranesi is not a definite must read, in my own humble opinion, I think there are things to be learned from this book. It is such an odd thing, now that I think back again to my process of reading Piranesi. Because usually when I want to learn more about myself, or improve an aspect about myself, I don’t really go to fiction to learn it but perhaps self-help books, or philosophy novels. 

Just like how I was so proud of being a self-proclaimed open minded person, and realized that I couldn’t even take something such as Piranesi, accept its concept and oddity without needing time to process. It really does show that knowledge comes from all places. It also shows that your girl definitely have a whole lot more growing up and learning to do, but that is a whole nother topic and a different blogost altogether. 

If you decide to give Piranesi a try, do it with an open mind. Try to not judge a book by its first few chapters too harshly and you’ll find that there is a whole world of beautiful statues, nature and animals waiting for you on the other side. 




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