Leonora Carrington was a surrealist painter (that’s her work on the cover) and obviously also a surrealist writer. I first encountered her when I read Down Below, her memoir about her escape from Nazi-occupied France across the Pyrenees to Spain while she was hallucinating from mental illness. That book was hallucinatory for certain, but The Stone Door is even more so.
I don’t think I can describe the plot, if there is one, but it involves several groups of people, a lot of symbolism, a series of bizarre fairy-tale-like stories, and attempts to open a stone door. Gabriel Weisz Carrington, the author’s son, doesn’t attempt to provide a synopsis in the introduction, just mentions scenes in it and quotes from it. There is an afterword by Anna Watz that analyzes it, but trying to read that analysis made me tired.
Frankly, if this hadn’t been a very short book, I wouldn’t have finished. It was difficult to follow and meant very little to me.
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