Drawing near to the end of the Magus, my rage was undeniable. Fowles wants readers to realize their part in reality with a heavy dosage of fiction in this book. It's almost a mind game as if..
Most of us can come to an agreement that Urfe plays this mysterious role and Fowles has been leading us on in a constant wonder.
Just like how Sherwood mentioned in one of his posts, Urfe's reality is turned upside down and the world of myth swallows him whole. Urfe never knows who to trust from the start to the end; which I agree.
"If Rome, a city of the vulgar living, had been depressing after Greece, London, a city of the drab dead, was fifty times worse. I had forgotten the innumerability of the place, its ugliness, its termite density.. ...It was like mud after diamonds, dank undergrowth after sunlit marble,"
Each time, Urfe attempts to "mask" himself with a new identity, he is "reminded of the existential dictum that he is 'condemned to be free'". He goes on following "bad faith" and operate "inauthenticity" until the end, where he finally "concede" that he is helpless...
source: Jay's Analysis
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