Meredith's imagination is much more powerful a lot of his contemporaries, and seems to be so overpowering that he is often distracted from the narrative to describe even the most banal details of his world. Frequently writers of the Victorian era (Thackeray, Eliot, Dickens) wrote in a style we'd now accuse as purple, and I am loath to follow suit. Extravagant, trippy imagery aside, the Shaving of Shagpat might be a better expression of poetry than prose. It makes Meredith's inclusion of excerpts from "the Poet" seem useless.
That said, wow what a book. In spite of the antique language and Orientalism, I could appreciate how modern this story felt. Shibli Bagarag is a barber with the ultimate dream of shaving the largest beard known in the land: that of Shagpat. Shagpat's beard is so large that the whole land reveres him, despite not having noble blood, and even names his city after him. Gaining the help of a wise sorceress named Noorna, his uncle Baba Mustapha, and a double-crossing Jinni named Karaz, Shibli must acquire three magic charms (the truth-telling waters of Paravid, the taming hairs of the horse Garraveen and the dispelling Lily) and the Sword of Aklis to shear Shagpat's facial hair. This is a journey many have made but one that Shibli must complete.
As I remarked on my twitter recently, this book breaks from the confinements of the Arabian Nights as soon as the hero's journey begins. Suddenly they're out of the cities of Oolb and Shagpat and in Aklis, an enchanted land full of traps, detours, and challenges. That said there are stories within stories too, but mostly in the books first half. The story of Bhanavar the Beautiful is a massive highlight in the story: a story of a femme fatale who uses her beauty to gain a jewel from a serpent, only to kill others in order to sustain this beauty and her power.
Subtext abounds on the illusion of power, legitimacy and of a society turned upside down. Beauty dependent on blood, contentment on tricks. In the realm of queen Rabesqurat, Shibli is under a spell and thinks that he's already shorn Shagpat. But with the Shibli is able to dispell her machinations. This Orientalist focus on this metaphysical truth reminds me of the opening words of the "Thief and the Cobbler," where the narrator talks about the outward world being only that of a sheen painted on an inward reality.