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THE LOCKED ROOM

HOW THE 'LOCKED ROOM' LOCKED ME IN

Review by Poppy Musuraki

Does it happen suddenly? Or little by little? The only you can tell for sure is that you suddenly realize it. You have left outside of what you have built. Walking out even of the shapes you have dreamt with such a hard desire to join before. How hadn't you seen the trap behind the goal's allure? That room was exactly what you couldn't live without. Was really that or had you just persuaded perfectly even yourself just for the need of lines? A purpose is a line that gives us a reason to walk.

You are looking inside, acrobating the most times from the sick excitement to the total indifference, you are looking for that unknown man , who looks so frightening familiar and simultaneously so amazingly strange like your own blood.

'Which is that spirit that breathes with my own mouth? Is that the same I nested as a sobbing baby in me? Where is the soft delight of the top I've promised to him? Is he the innocent one? There is always the alibi of the enthusiastic faith but why it doesn't work with me?'

Fanshaw offers no answers. Just the possibility to get able at last to built your questions. He has no voice. Just his hands, a pencil and a paper. His deny to appear in first person magnifies the excitement and also the thread he moves in us.

The writer , and Fanshaw is a writer, slaps with 'the violence' of his unprocessed truth, a blind truth with no 'windows' for soothing answers, just instant peeps beside a lock, which as more it get opened as more inaccessible it gets.

He seems the most time to face speechless that 'stranger' who continues with a childish blithe and a stubborn nail of truth his own road, in spite of all the granted rules. The face that the writer, and Fanshaw is a writer, is able to dare only in his papers. A game of an unrestricted queue of mirrors the one inside the other.

Auster draws in a genius way all the range of the most dreadful struggle, that one with our own self.
When he opens that manuscripts he has just opened the Pandora's box. But the vertigo puts its spell too strongly to be able someone to escape from that path. Probably he knew that the fire will burn him but that same fire is necessary to give him a birth.

Does he meet at last the Fanshaw whom has lost since his tender years?

Just back to back, in the same way the writer has carried his voice on his back as the heaviest load ever. The Fanshaw's scream follow us as the worst nightmare, above all because of his too obvious words ' It's your own scream behind these walls!' We didn't noticed the small step that turned the key inside the lock. It seemed a step like any other.

'It was my chance to be saved and I decided that I would have been a fool if I wouldn't grab it'. It's just a small sentence in the book. Like a small step. That exact moment I heard the key to turn imperceptibly , locking the Fanshow inside…and much more irretrievably..