Martin
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Couldn't find this book in the Library-section, so I thought I'd put my review here for the time being. Please comment, if you are so inclined, and if not ..well .. I'll live. Here's my review:
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I've read this behemoth of a book twice now, and it still amazes me just how complex and epic it is; Robert Wilson and Robert Shea have, for our reading pleasure, built themselves an alternate reality so recognisable and believable that you'll find yourself buying into their version of historical events more often than not. Imagine a world in which all the conspiracy theories are true, and you get the very bizarre alternate universe of the Illuminatus! Trilogy.
The blurb:
So, what are we talking about here? Is this trilogy a fantasy, a treatise, a cosmic romp, or the stream of consciousness meanderings of two madmen? The only logical answer to all these questions is 'yes'. Wilson and Shea, in their only collaboration, clearly have a great time grabbing conspiracies, numerology, science, pseudoscience, and practically everything else they can get their minds around and throw it into one huge meltingpot. The writing is lively, outrageous, and funny, but the details and cross references of ideas means that one should take the time to read these books when there are few distractions.
I assume this trilogy was published as three seperate books at first, but I strongly advise you to read it all in one go. The full reading of this epic novel forces the reader to assimilate such a complex amalgamation of diverse and conflicting, subtly interacting currents of thought and action that it would seem that no imaginable position is left unsatirised; because underneath the thick layer of postmodernism and gimmicky narratives it is the satire that stand out in the end.
The story, or stories, hinge around a search for the truth about the Illuminati, a worldwide conspiracy that has apparently existed for centuries (or have they?). Wilson compiled a great deal of information, as well as tid bits from letters sent to him by crazies, when he was working as the letters editor at Playboy magazine. The result is a book that leaves you wondering where fact ends and satire begins, and that is, of course, the point. Wilson is out to blow your mind.
Whether you love it or hate it, your intellectual and humourous juices will flow. Wilson and Shea never set out to answer anything, only to question everything. The subversion questions "upright morality" but spins around to question itself before long. The book contradicts itself gloriously, and gives a near-perfect mixture of high thought, low camp, and pure optically-absorbed LSD.
The whole point is summed up in the line from the painting on Hagbard's wall in the yellow (well, golden) submarine: "Think for yourself, schmuck!"
An excellent read.
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Cheers
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I've read this behemoth of a book twice now, and it still amazes me just how complex and epic it is; Robert Wilson and Robert Shea have, for our reading pleasure, built themselves an alternate reality so recognisable and believable that you'll find yourself buying into their version of historical events more often than not. Imagine a world in which all the conspiracy theories are true, and you get the very bizarre alternate universe of the Illuminatus! Trilogy.
The blurb:
I won't even try to summarise this one.Filled with sex and violence--in and out of time and space--the three books of The Illuminatus are only partly works of the imagination. They tackle all the coverups of our time--from who really shot the Kennedys to why there's a pyramid on a one-dollar bill.
So, what are we talking about here? Is this trilogy a fantasy, a treatise, a cosmic romp, or the stream of consciousness meanderings of two madmen? The only logical answer to all these questions is 'yes'. Wilson and Shea, in their only collaboration, clearly have a great time grabbing conspiracies, numerology, science, pseudoscience, and practically everything else they can get their minds around and throw it into one huge meltingpot. The writing is lively, outrageous, and funny, but the details and cross references of ideas means that one should take the time to read these books when there are few distractions.
I assume this trilogy was published as three seperate books at first, but I strongly advise you to read it all in one go. The full reading of this epic novel forces the reader to assimilate such a complex amalgamation of diverse and conflicting, subtly interacting currents of thought and action that it would seem that no imaginable position is left unsatirised; because underneath the thick layer of postmodernism and gimmicky narratives it is the satire that stand out in the end.
The story, or stories, hinge around a search for the truth about the Illuminati, a worldwide conspiracy that has apparently existed for centuries (or have they?). Wilson compiled a great deal of information, as well as tid bits from letters sent to him by crazies, when he was working as the letters editor at Playboy magazine. The result is a book that leaves you wondering where fact ends and satire begins, and that is, of course, the point. Wilson is out to blow your mind.
Whether you love it or hate it, your intellectual and humourous juices will flow. Wilson and Shea never set out to answer anything, only to question everything. The subversion questions "upright morality" but spins around to question itself before long. The book contradicts itself gloriously, and gives a near-perfect mixture of high thought, low camp, and pure optically-absorbed LSD.
The whole point is summed up in the line from the painting on Hagbard's wall in the yellow (well, golden) submarine: "Think for yourself, schmuck!"
An excellent read.
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Cheers