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                  I read Paulo Coelho's most famous novel over a decade ago in 2007, and,
                  even though I follow him on social media, I haven't delved
                  back into his work until recently when I read Aleph.
                  This semi-autobiographical tale of his journey into past lives
                  is deep into some religious bullshit, but also contains a
                  strong strain of a grain of hidden truth. In meeting Hilal,
                  who he helped torture and kill as a member of the inquisition
                  in a previous life, he is able to make some sense of feelings
                  at the edge of his conciousness. We have all experienced deja
                  vu, or met someone for the first time that it seems we've
                  known our whole lives. Coelho brings this feeling to the next
                  level by making it reality in his fiction. And so the reader
                  is left feeling as if they have penetrated into a deeper
                  understanding of the universe. The religious will no doubt
                  believe that in fact they have, whereas the more enlightened
                  can still enjoy that religious experience through the
                  Aleph without actually buying into any of it.
                 
                
                  I came away from the reading with a desire to travel further
                  in the corpus of his work, much as the central characters of
                  his novel travelled across Russia on the railroad to
                  Vladivostok.
                 
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