No announcements proceed it, no paper on downtown posts and billboards, no mentions or advertisements in local newspapers. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.
The towering tents are striped in white and black, no golds and crimsons to be seen. No colour at all, save for the neighbouring trees and the grass of the surrounding fields. Black-and-white stripes on grey sky; countless tents of varying shapes and sizes, with an elaborate wrought-iron fence encasing them in a colourless world. Even what little ground is visible from outside is black and white, painted or powdered, or treated with some other circus trick.
I just finished reading The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. I was intrigued about the book after reading a favourable review in the Globe and Mail, so when I had a Chapters Indigo gift certificate burning a whole in my wallet, I purchased it. It is a wondrous, beautiful book.
Two aging magicians select apprentices and bind them to compete in a game. One player is Celia Bowen, the illegitimate daughter of Prospero the Magician, and her opponent is Marco, apprentice of the second magician, the mysterious Alexander. At first the two players do not even know each other or know that, in order for the game to end, only one can be left standing. The setting for the game is a mysterious Cirque du Reve that is open only at night and appears and disappears without warning. The circus brings together other characters who are unwittingly involved in the game – a pair of flame-haired twins, a contortionist and a Tarot card reader.
This is a spell-binding book (pun intended) and I highly recommend it.