Darkness at Noon | Arthur Koestler

At first glance, “Darkness at Noon” would not be considered a literary masterpiece. It’s a seemingly simplistic story revolving around a man, shackled by his ideals, who is thrust into a jail cell. However, as the story unwinds, so too does the mind of Rubashov, the former Russian political head of the Communist Party.

The book’s dialogue is truly poetic (something that I was surprised to find – given the book is loosely based on real life), and the message foreshadows the state of the world we now live in. Themes can be compared to the commercial machine, and how others will always pick up the pieces after their brothers or co-workers fall - forging ahead, sometimes with little knowledge of where they are going and why.

The book gives you a different understanding than futuristic novels such as “A Brave New World” and “Nineteen Eighty-four.” While those novels portray the rigorous controls placed on society, “Darkness at Noon” delves more into the mind of the men leading the political charge and the inertia that is displayed regardless of leadership changes.

The book is truly a masterpiece. Koestler let his ideas stew within his mind when he was a political prisoner, and as such, they are presented with extreme clarity. While sometimes this dialogue is thick, it always contains extreme purpose. I strongly recommend this book to anyone who wishes to find insight, not with war or political pressures, but with the world around you.

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QUOTATIONS

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"A mathematician once said that algebra was the science for lazy people - one does not work out 'x', but operates with it as if one knew it. In our case, 'x' stands for the anonymous masses, the people. Politics mean operating with this 'x' without worrying about its actual nature. Making history is to recognize 'x' for what it stands for in the equation." 84
"History has taught us that often lies serve her better than the truth; for man is sluggish and has to be led through the desert for forty years before each step in his development. And he has to be driven through the desert with threats and promises, by imaginary terrors and imaginary consolations, so that he should not sit down prematurely to rest and divert himself by worshipping golden calves." 99
In reference to messages to the public (not unlike our society today):

"What was present as right must shine like gold, what was presented as wrong must be black as pitch; political statement shad to be coloured like ginger-bread figures at a fair." 179
"Gletkin read monotonously, without any intonation, in the colourless, barren voice of people who have learnt the alphabet late, when already grown-up." 187
In reference to torture:

"Now he was to find that powerlessness had as many grades as power; that defeat could become as vertiginous as victory, and that its depths were bottomless. And, step by step, Gletkin forced him down the ladder." 213
"At the age when you were given a watch, I was being taught by the village priest that Jesus Christ called himself a lamb, which had taken on itself all sin. I have never understood in what way it could help mankind if someone declares he is being sacrificed for its sake. But for two thousand years people have apparently found it quite natural." 226
"Whether Jesus spoke the truth or not, when he asserted he was the son of God and of a virgin is of no interest to any sensible person. It is said to be symbolical, but the peasants take it literally." 227
My favourite:

"There must have been laughter amidst the apes when the Neanderthaler first appeared on earth. The highly civilized apes swung gracefully from bough to bough; the Neanderthaler was uncouth and bound to the earth. The apes, saturated and peaceful, lived in sophisticated playfulness, or caught fleas in philosophic contemplation; the Neanderthaler trampled gloomily through the world, banging around with clubs. The apes looked down on him amusedly from their tree tops and threw nuts at him. Sometimes horror seized them: they ate fruits and tender plants with delicate refinement; the Neanderthaler devoured raw meat, he slaughtered animals and his fellows. He cut down trees which had always stood, moved rocks from their time-hallowed place, transgressed against every law and tradition of the jungle. He was uncouth, cruel, without animal dignity - from the point of view of the highly cultivated apes, a barbaric relapse of history. The last surviving chimpanzees still turn up their noses at the sight of a human being..." 229

The Last Tycoon | F. Scott Fitzgerald

I won't give anything away, in this post about Fitzgerald's "The Last Tycoon." For those of you who don't already know, Fitzgerald passed away before completing this novel... and from everything that I could tell, it would have been a masterpiece. It was so good in fact, that I believe it would have eclipsed "The Great Gatsby."

Despite being a rough draft, every word was meticulously chosen and all had an underlying purpose. While I don't believe Fitzgerald had the ability to paint a picture as beautiful as Hemingway, he was still able to use words in such a way that you would feel breathless. I don't know how anyone reads novels anymore. Fitzgerald, in my opinion, was one of the last great authors.

That being said, the novel is about a man who essentially runs all the ins and outs of the Hollywood film industry. He has a hand in all major and minor problems, and the novel is an accurate portrayal of the future of not only the motion picture business, but of the world itself. I strongly suggest those of you with a passion for literature to read this novel... it will show you how far off track a lot of authors have gone, in present day. Also interesting is Fitzgerald's notes, which give you insight into where the story was headed... and how the author prepared for writing his novels.

Here are a few of my favourite quotes:

"We didn't get the full shock like at Long Beach, where the upper sotries of shops were spewed into the streets and small hotels drifted out to sea - but for a full minute our bowels were one with the bowels of the earth - like some nightmare attempt to attach our navel cords again and jerk us back to the womb of creation."

"He spoke and waved back as the people streamed by in the darkness, looking, I suppose, a little like the Emperor and the Old Guard. There is no world so but it has its heroes, and Stahr was the hero. Most of these men had been here a long time - through the beginnings and the great upset, when sound came, and the three years of depression, he had seen that no harm came to them. The old loyalties were trembling now, there were clay feet everywhere; but still he was their man, the last of the princes. And their greating was a sort of low cheer as they went by."

"Whatever she does, it is in place of sleeping with Ken Willard. If she walks down the street she is walking to sleep with Ken Willard, if she eats her food it is to give her strength to sleep with Ken Willard. But at no time do you give the impression that she would ever consider sleeping with Ken Willard unless they were properly sanctified. I'm ashamed of having to tell you these kindergarten facts, but they have somehow leaked out of the story."

"I noticed the girl long before Stahr arrived at the dance. Not a pretty girl, for there are none of those in Los Angelas - one girl can be pretty, but a dozen are only a chorus. Nor yet a professional beauty - they do all the breathing for everyone, and finally even the men have to go outside for air. Just a girl, with the skin of one of Raphael's corner angels and a style that made you look back twice to see if it were something she had on."

"They were smiling at each other as if this was the beginning of the world."

"They started back along the shore with the sun behind them. The house seemed kindlier when they left it, as if warmed by their visit."

"In love with Minna and death together - with the world in which she looked so alone that he wanted to go with her there."

"What people are ashamed of usually makes a good story."

"Fatigue was a drug as well as a poison, and Stahr apparently derived some rare almost physical pleasure from working lightheaded with weariness."

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"People fall in and out of love all the time, don't they?"

"Every three years or so, Fanny Brice says. I just read it in the paper."

"I wonder how they manage it," he said. "I kknow it's true because I see them. But they looked so convinced every time. And then suddenly they don't look convinced. But they get convinced all over."
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"The ping-pong balls lay around in the grass like a constellation of stars." (see photo)