Corso: Could it be a forgery? Pedro: A forgery? You heard that, Pablo? Pablo: I took you for a professional, señor. You speak too lightly of forgeries. Pedro:Far too lightly. Pablo:Forging a book is expensive. Paper of the period, the right inks…. (makes a dismissive gesture) Too expensive to be profitable. [Ninth Gate]
In the Ninth Gate deals are made, allegiances and alliances are used and broken, and lives are forfeited all in the expectation that our protagonists will find and obtain the Keys to the Kingdom. Everything depends on finding the nefariously crafted originals, the correct, authentic keys to open the Nine Gates. What would one give? What would one do to find these keys? The stakes become dearer, the body count rises, and our hero sinks further into his desire to solve the mystery – leaving us in a quandary. Are we actually hoping for our protaganist to succeed in this devilish game? Even after finding the authentic things, the things that all seem to desire, what is it that lies in wait beyond the Ninth Gate?
Corso : My client wishes to satisfy himself of the book’s authenticity. Pedro: All books have a destiny of their own. Pablo: Even a life of their own. Señor Balkan is a noted bibliophile. He’s no fool. He must know this book is authentic. Pedro: We know it. Pablo: So must he.
Failed acolytes are sent on their way to damnation. And like the tormented figures in a Bosch painting they all die in interesting and telling ways. The thought is that only one is worthy. Only one will find the real keys. Only one will walk upright and alive, burnished by the trials of desire and fire into the Kingdom – at least according to the gate keepers who continue to sell this idea. But like all authentic things the Ninth Gate remains elusive. Even if one survives the path and gathers the keys, the thing remains hidden, unrevealed. It requires something… more. After Corso’s convoluted path to understanding he finds that the final key was a fake all along. He must embark on one last trip back to the beginning…