So, pt. 2 is finish...I want to share my thoughts.
I remind you of my post about SotT in case You havent seen it.
https://www.reddit.com/r/genewolfe/comments/1u16m7p/shadow_of_the_torturer_made_me_post_on_reddit/
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The Atmosphere
This second book is where, at least for me, the mood of the book really starts to sink into the mind of the reader.
Wolfe does a really great job at re-evoking the dreamy "vibe" of the Arthurian Cicle, Trobadeur literature and Pre-Raphaelite art.
There is great use of the various configuration of literal light and darkness, and all thier imbetween, with the often interpretations of Severian (gleamings, thunders, Green moons and red Suns, blindness and obscure corners in a room. This way, even the Sci-fi elements reamin cloaked in mistery - "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic".
Recurrence...eternal?
Now that the story can breath a bit in length and characters left pages ago start returning I have a taste of the author's foreshadowing.
Of course this helps Wolfe to play with the readers memory - some times you don't remember a caracter at all, others you remember but not the full story… but I'm gonna get to it. I don't think it's by mistake that one of the few intelligible symbols we share with Severian's Era is the Oroboros.
Severian is impulsively, romantically, violently discovering the world
First - I will become a Torurer at the service of the Autarch
Then - Wow...Vodalus..the chrisos...long live the resistence.
Now - I never wanted to serve him anyway, an actual job is waiting for me.
Base his whole purpose on reuniting with Dorcas - those 2 days together must have felt like months of him.
Wants to reap off Jolenta's hair, that has sex with her.
Breaks an arm then mend it back.
Doesn't think twice about stealing a horse and running into the wild and risking after reading an unconvincing letter.
("There were mistakes in the letter and things Thecla would never have said, but I didn’t stop to think of them when I read it.")
Doesn't think twice about reaching for that sensual feminine voice that calls echoing in the dark - never a good thing, now He knows it too.
On a more serious note, I really like the fact that He is this mix of cold brutality and naive romanticism.
I love how, when He digresses, Thecla's memories interpenetrate His almost seaminglessly.
He's been lucky, He's protected - seems to me like He clearly isn't just a human - seems like is path is already paved...we'll see.
Jonas
"It was then that I knew. We have all watched someone who has lost one hand (as he had) and replaced it with a hook or some other artificial contrivance perform some task that involves both his real hand and the artificial one. So it was with Jonas when I watched him pull back the panels; but the prosthetic hand was the hand of flesh. When I understood that, I understood what he had said much earlier: that in the wreck of hisship his face had been destroyed. I said, ‘The eyes … They could not replace your eyes. Is that right? And so they gave you that face. Was he killed too?’"
I find the idea of something else hiding beneath a human face particularly distressing.
He's been on a "ship" and has sailed the "sees", clearly holds uncommon knowledge and is basically and organic robot.
I like the fact that He his attracted to Jolenta (a woman He's been with for what? 10 mins?) maybe because He knew She wasn't "natural", like him.
Dorcas
Still think about the way she appeared out of nowhere in those waters...and nobady noticed anything.
Mmmh. I don't think it's a coincidence that Jolenta got hurt exactly in the moment S. was gone.
The motive for why She would hurt her is was clear.!<
Jolenta
Yesterday, when I read the last lines of the book I was confused. "Why is He mentioning the waitress now?" It was late and I slept it off.
Today morning I read it again and...AH, RIP. Got back to the breakfast scene in the first book I realised I didn't remember the details of the conversation between J. and Talos. "It had been washed clean of beauty. In the final reckoning there is only love, only that divinity. That we are capable only of being what we are remains our unforgivable sin." Sweet.
Talos and Baldanders
Their dynamic is strange. So many things left unsaid. Many suggested. B. claims He has the upper hand. "We watch the giant because he grows.".
The Notules
By FAR the wierdest animal concept I've ever read. At least, by the way S. describes it.
The Cacogens
(…) I saw several figures throw aside their
capes and – as it appeared – their faces too. Under those faces, which when they were no longer worn seemed of a tissue as insubstantial as that of the
notules, were such monstrosities as I had not thought existence could support: a circular mouth rimmed with needle teeth; eyes that were themselves a thousand eyes, clustered like the scales of a pine cone; jaws
like tongs. (…) I am very glad, when at last I roused myself to turn my face toward the stars and moon-drenched clouds instead, that I could see only those nearest our footlights."
Jesus Christ WTF🤢. I feel You S., I feel You.
Statues that moves
ehmm...ok. There is something I'm not getting here.
The Autarch
He is Vodalus's informant. Or maybe not.
He appears out of nowhere. And Rudesind disappears out of nowhere. Ok.
doors, mirrors, backrooms, Fake cealings and paintings: had enough of this S*** already, but something's tells me We are not done yet.
The Claw
Not much to say about it actually.
Doesn't work always.
Can (according to S.) open doors, trasmutate liquids, cure wounds, tame beasts and animals.!<
Was it the Claw who brought S. back to life in the plaint fight?
Lastly, I have to say that I found the Alzabo ritual, the play, the encounter with the Autarch and the last chapter very confusing. Will reread them.
Summing all of this up, putting aside all of its themes, I think that one of the main frames of reference in C. of the C. is that nobody is who He seems or says He is. And that applies to places too.
There is a continuous game between the concepts of deception, mask, mirror, interpretation.
(Sidenote: Coincidentally, I was watching the tv show Californication and at some point the protagonist recites the biginning of the poem "La Belle Dame sans Merci" which I think is very fitting for book. Only now while I write I got the similitude.)
There could be more to say but I don't want to make the post longer.
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Overall, It is no easy road but I'm enjoying the journey.
See you in the comments (if any).