One of the most valued English writers of the XNUMXth century is Joseph conrad. Although I have to say that I find him an interesting writer, in my opinion it seems to me that sometimes He sinned from a certain obscurantism in his way of telling us his stories.
Perhaps this exercise in deep descriptive introspection in his characters is a delight for his staunch readers, and I think it's great. But the progress of the plots slows down with a certain emptiness. If you write gender of adventure well let's get to it. If you want to write a more psychological novel, then go ahead as well, but the mix, in this case, is not entirely satisfactory to me.
Given that little stick to this author, it is also legal to recognize that the combination itself is extremely difficult and that, precisely because of this, it can be extremely interesting for some readers. The feeling of the adventurer, the significance of the trip, its reach into the depths of each character is something that for those who like exotic combinations, I understand that it can be captivating. It's like thinking about why some prefer dry gin, others with lemon and others with tonic...
In spite of everything, I will point out that, being indulgent and granting him that benefit of the myth of the author over his work, in the end his novels can be, as I say, interesting, when you have passed certain reading phases and observe the whole.
Top 3 best Joseph Conrad novels
A wanderer in the islands
Let's say that Conrad's world, that nineteenth century that awakened to modernity, found its most intense evolutionary antithesis when humans entered the hidden nature that still resisted conquest.
From that idea, in this novel, which now aims more at the adventure genre, we find an allegory of the human being. That we are an island, with our wild parts, where wild animals and exotic species hide that not even we ourselves would recognize.
I miss him, even within being, as a space for doubt and fear. All these mysteries are unraveling in parallel to the action itself.
The island also has its secrets, the strange mirror in which the evolved man confronts the indigenous ends up being an essential clash between the value of the material and the true measure of the essential.
Lord jim
Jim, the young man, was traveling in a boat on the sea. On that trip to Mecca one bad night the boat ends up submerging in the waters. Jim manages to save his life, along with many other crew members.
Of the more than hundreds of emigrants, the sea gave a good account ... That event reaches the deepest part of Jim, where guilt and remorse settle.
No action could repair that act of cowardice and lack of solidarity, but Jim decides to pay his own sentence or at least assume a new destiny in which he will become the savior of a Malay people.
A new adventure book that manages to maintain a lively rhythm that sometimes weighs down that notion of the Macbethian character of whom the author needs to convey all his feelings.
Heart of Darkness
I started this novel with great enthusiasm, perhaps thinking of a version of Julio Verne that, from what they announced to me, also achieved an absolute mimicry with the feelings of the characters.
And the truth is that already in the first pages I thought that Marlow could well be sailing on the boat or simply lying on a couch with his psychoanalyst. I insist, perhaps that thinking and that feeling with a greater synthesis would be more successful to accompany the adventure itself.
For the rest, I found the plot interesting, Kurtz's search among the turbulent waters of a Congolese river, the discovery of a dark human being among the new colonizing adventures of that human from the XNUMXth century, that disturbing point about the clash of perspectives between beings of the same condition who live in such different ways, darkness and fear, the reasons to undertake certain journeys and the passionate surrender to basic drives...
