A compelling exploration of consciousness, the possibility of truly understanding another person, and the ability of language to define our very selves.
Raimund Gregorius is a Latin teacher at a Swiss college who one day—after a chance encounter with a mysterious Portuguese woman—abandons his old life to start a new one. Raimund Gregorius is a teacher of classics — he says he prefers dead languages. One morning on the way to school in a torrential downpour he sees a woman about to jump off a bridge into a river and rushes to save her. After he stops her, she writes a phone number on his forehead with a felt pen, a number, she tells him, she cannot forget and had to write it on his forehead until she found paper. Inexplicably he takes her to school and brings her into his classroom to the students' astonishment, leaving the number on his forehead. It is not Mundo, the affectionate name they give him, who does such things. She is, she tells him, Portuguese.
Gregorius has no choice but to answer this call. He goes to a bookstore in search of something Portuguese. ("There were the people who read and there were the others," Gregorius feels and whenever he needs to address a problem he seeks out a book.) He discovers a privately-printed book, meditations on life in the vein of Montaigne, by Amadeu de Prado, a Lisbon physician.
He takes the night train to Lisbon and carries with him a book by Amadeu de Prado, a (fictional) Portuguese doctor and essayist whose writings explore the ideas of loneliness, mortality, death, friendship, love, and loyalty. Gregorius becomes obsessed by what he reads and restlessly struggles to comprehend the life of the author. His investigations lead him all over the city of Lisbon, as he speaks to those who were entangled in Prado’s life. One person inevitably leading to another, often someone he does not know anything about, and in the process discovers the unwritten history of Portuguese resistance to Salazar.Gradually, the picture of an extraordinary man emerges—a doctor and poet who rebelled against Salazar’s dictatorship.
"How could it have happened," Gregorius asks himself, "that a single Portuguese word and a phone number on his forehead...involved him...in the life of Portuguese people who were no longer alive?"
In the parallel universe of Amadeu de Prado, Gregorius realizes he had put his own life on hold. He follows the logic of interruption to flesh out the traces of Prado, but everyone who knew Prado knew a different Prado. We are various, Gregorius realizes, and many. He is no longer the Mundo the school knows. "Mundo needed walls," he thinks, "Now he didn't need walls." He searches his own selves, starting with memory (another call to be answered) and remembers things about himself he had forgotten or did not know. He returns to a Bern that is not the city he left nor the man he left there.
At one point in Lisbon, Gregorius puts the books he has with him on a bookshelf where he is rooming. They are, he thinks, "Books for the next stretch of the way." Gregorius is drawn to discover who Prado is because Prado, like Gregorius, "consisted so much of language." Fernando Pessoa, the great Portuguese writer, is on the shelf. If Amadeu de Prado is the guiding presence who puts Gregorius on the night train to Lisbon, Pessoa is the writer who takes Pascal Mercier to this book.
“One who would really like to know himself would have to be a restless, fanatical collector of disappointments, and seeking disappointing experiences must be like an addiction, the all determining addiction of his life, for it would stand so clearly before his eyes that disappointment is not a hot, destroying poison, but rather a cool, calming balm that opens our eyes to the real contours of ourselves.”
'Night Train to Lisbon’ by Pascal Mercier was my 31st of 2021; read this and could not resist this book as I listen to You Tub - 'Memory and Imagination are our greatest boon and bane' so says Sadguru Jaggi Vasudev.
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