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“The earth's warmth under me, as I stretch out at night, is astonishing. It is like the warmth of another body that has absorbed the sun all day and now gives out again its store of heat. It is softer, darker than I could ever have believed, and when I take a handful of it and smell its extraordinary odors, I know suddenly what it is I am composed of, as if the energy that is in this fistful of black soil had suddenly opened, between my body and it, as between it and the green stalks, some corridor along which our common being flowed.”

Quote by David Malouf

Work

An Imaginary Life

The narrative centers on the historical figure Publius Ovidius Naso, known as Ovid, who was banished from Rome by Emperor Augustus in 8 CE. The novel presents his life among the Getae, a nomadic people on the periphery of the Roman Empire. Through Ovid's perspective, the work explores themes of transformation, language, and the relationship between civilization and wilderness. The protagonist encounters a feral child living among wild animals, and his attempts to educate this wild boy become a central thread in the narrative. The book draws upon Ovid's own Metamorphoses, with its preoccupation with change and becoming, while examining how identity shifts when removed from familiar social and linguistic contexts. The coastal landscape of Tomis, rendered with precise natural detail, serves as both setting and metaphor for the liminal state of exile. The novel considers what it means to be human through the contrast between the cultured Roman and the untamed child, ultimately suggesting that transformation and adaptation are fundamental to existence. more

Author

David Malouf
David Malouf

David Malouf is a renowned Australian writer, born on March 20, 1934. His works are known for their unique narrative style and profound insights into human emotions. more

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