Authors: Anthony Doerr
T
his book, intended as a paean to books, is built upon the foundations of many other books. The list runs too long to include them all, but here are a few of the brightest lights. Apuleius's
The Golden Ass
and “Lucius the Ass” (an epitome possibly by Lucian of Samosata) retell the doofus-turns-into-a-donkey story with far more zest and skill than I do. The metaphor of Constantinople serving as a Noah's ark for ancient texts comes from
The Archimedes Codex
by Reviel Netz and William Noel. I discovered Zeno's solution to Aethon's riddle in
Voyages to the Moon
by Marjorie Hope Nicolson. Many of the details of Zeno's experiences in Korea were found in
Remembered Prisoners of a Forgotten War
by Lewis H. Carlson, and I was introduced to early Renaissance book culture by Stephen Greenblatt's
The Swerve.
This novel owes its greatest debt to an eighteen-hundred-plus-year-old novel that no longer exists:
The Wonders Beyond Thule
by Antonius Diogenes. Only a few papyrus fragments of that text remain, but a ninth-century plot summary written by the Byzantine patriarch Photios suggests that
The Wonders
was a big globetrotting tale, full of interlocking subnarratives and divided into twenty-four books. It apparently borrowed from sources both scholarly and fanciful, mashed up existing genres, played around with fictionality, and may have included the first literary voyage to outer space.
According to Photios, Diogenes claimed in a preface that
The Wonders
was actually a copy of a copy of a text discovered centuries before by a soldier in the armies of Alexander the Great. The soldier, Diogenes said, had been exploring the catacombs beneath the city of Tyre when he discovered a small cypress chest. On top of the chest were the words
Stranger, whoever you are, open this to find what will amaze you
, and when he opened it he found, engraved onto twenty-four cypress-wood tablets, the story of a journey around the world.
P
rofound thanks are due to three extraordinary women: to Binky Urban, whose enthusiasm for early drafts saw me through many months of doubt; to Nan Graham, who edited and improved more versions of this manuscript than I or she could count; and most of all, to Shauna Doerr, who spent much of our pandemic year hunched over pages of this book, who kept me from throwing it away on five separate occasions, and who fills my soul with music and my heart with hope.
Big thanks, too, to our sons Owen and Henry, who helped me dream up the Ilium Corporation and the dropped root beers of Alex Hess, and who make me laugh every day. I love you guys.
Thanks to my brother Mark for his abiding optimism; to my brother Chris who came up with the idea of Konstance using electrolysis to ignite her own hair; to my father, Dick, for cheering me up and on; and to my mother, Marilyn, for growing the libraries and gardens of my youth.
Thanks to Catherine “Perambulator” Knepper, whose encouragement helped me through an arduous series of revisions; to Umair Kazi for believing in Omeir; to the American Academy in Romeâand especially to John Ochsendorfâfor once again granting me access to their brilliant community; and to Professor Denis Robichaud for repairing my neophytic Greek.
Thanks to Jacque and Hal Eastman for encouraging, to Jess Walter for understanding, and to Shirley O'Neil and Suzette Lamb for listening. Thanks to every librarian who helped me find a text I needed or didn't yet know I needed. Thanks to Cort Conley for sending me interesting stuff. Thanks to Betsy Burton for being a champion. Thanks to Katy Sewall for helping me research Seymour's incarceration.
Thanks to all the wonderful people at Scribner, especially Roz Lippel, Kara Watson, Brianna Yamashita, Brian Belfiglio, Jaya Miceli, Erich Hobbing, Amanda Mulholland, Zoey Cole, Ash Gilliam, and Sabrina Pyun.
Thanks to Laura Wise and Stephanie Evans for upgrading my sentences. Thanks to Jon Karp and Chris Lynch for their amazing support.
Thanks to Karen Kenyon, Sam Fox, and Rory Walsh at ICM, and to Karolina Sutton, Charlie Tooke, Daisy Meyrick, and Andrea Joyce at Curtis Brown.
Megaâsuper thanks to Kate Lloyd, who gets it.
A novel is a human document, made by a single (particularly fallible) human, so despite my efforts and the efforts of the fantastic Meg Storey, I'm sure that errors remain. All inaccuracies, insensitivities, and historical liberties taken-too-far are my fault.
Enduring thanks to Dr. Wendell Mayo, who I like to think would have enjoyed this book, and to Carolyn Reidy, who passed away one day before we were going to send her the manuscript.
To my friends: thank you.
Finally, thanks most of all to you, dear reader. Without you I'd be all alone, adrift atop a dark sea, with no home to return to.
Anthony Doerr
This reading group guide for Anthony Doerr's
Cloud Cuckoo Land
includes an introduction, discussion questions, and ideas for enhancing your book club. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.
Cloud Cuckoo Land
follows five characters whose stories, despite spanning nearly six centuries, are bound together by their mutual love for a single book. Twelve-year-old Anna, an orphan, lives inside the formidable walls of Constantinople in a house of women who make their living embroidering the robes of priests. Restless, insatiably curious, Anna learns to read, and in this ancient city, famous for its libraries, she finds a codex containing the story of Aethon, which she reads to her ailing sister as the walls of the only place she has known are bombarded in the great siege of Constantinople. Outside the walls is Omeir, a village boy, miles from home, conscripted with his beloved oxen into the invading army. Soon, their paths will cross.
Five hundred years later, in a library in Idaho, octogenarian Zeno, who learned Greek as a prisoner of war, rehearses five children in a play adaptation of Aethon's story, preserved against all odds through centuries. Tucked among the library shelves is a bomb, planted by a troubled, idealistic teenager, Seymour. And in a not-so-distant future, alone on an interstellar ship called the
Argos
, Konstance is sealed in a vault, copying on scraps of sacking the story of Aethon, told to her by her father. She has never set foot on our planet.
Cloud Cuckoo Land
is the story of these lives, gloriously intertwined.