Adam Morgan | Longreads | November 2019 | 11 minutes (2,861 words)
The deceptively slim Reinhardt's Garden, Mark Haber's astonishing novella, is composed of a single paragraph, one that meanders across 150 pages and several hemispheres, from the ramparts of an oddly constructed German castle (it's full of fake walls and trap doors) to a fictional jungle in Uruguay (Uruguay is, in actuality, a country of rolling hills called the Pampas). At the center of this web of fun-house geographies and architectures, lost in that fictional jungle in the year 1907, Croatian scholar and megalomaniac Jacov Reinhardt is searching for his lifelong obsession — not a city of gold or a fountain of youth, like in the doomed adventurers of Aguirre, the Wrath of God or The Lost City of Z, but a man: Emiliano Gomez Carasquilla, "a lost philosopher of melancholy" last seen somewhere in Colombia or Brazil. Melancholy, as Jacov's long-suffering servant (and the book's narrator) explains, is "not a feeling but a mood, not a color but a shade, not depression but not happiness either," an elusive emotion Jacov has pursued to the ends of the earth. Read more of this post
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