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There's little to say about this first novel in the quartet of John Crowley's Aegypt Cycle, only that it is a monumental and widescreen epic of time, perspective, love's labours lost, angels, magic, religion, and so much more. It is a wayfaring novel without villainy, and has the heroic yet deeply intellectual scope to make your mind breathless within so many levels, intensities, withdrawals of reality. The Solitudes is not just about one history, nor one individual, but many. Perhaps, it is one of the loneliest but most life-affirming novels I've ever read.

Absolutely stunning.