There truly is no arguing about taste I guess. I adore this novella. I love its dense usage of language. This makes it similar to an ancient rainforest where the foliage is too thick for the sun to reach the floor. I love the Romantic horror, abstract and indefinable, yet undeniably present. I love its brutishness. Marlowe is a rough and unlikeable narrator, Kurtz is Kurtz. Marlowe’s imagination of Kurtz is a character in and of itself, rough, wild, yet intriguing.

It has its issues, such as the characterisation of the natives in the Congolese jungle, but these are thematically still relevant to the novella. Its lack of beautiful prose makes it unapproachable, similar to the unapproachability of the unknown. Its roughness makes it beautiful