A Sailor on the Seas of Fate

I count myself extremely fortunate that only a few weeks after my (earth-shattering?) introduction to Jane Yolen I’ve come across yet another book I’ve utterly fallen in love with that’s not by Jane Yolen. I came across The Sorcerer’s Ship by Hans Bok completely by accident rather than by recommendation. After some rather disappointing encounters with two critically acclaimed fantasy novels I finally managed to get a hold of, I was at a loss for what to read next. I managed to dig through another box of freebies and found this title, a reprint in the famed Ballantine Adult Fantasy line edited by Lin Carter. For those not in the know, the series appeared in the 1970s following the success of The Lord of the Rings, mainly as a way to cash in on the American public’s newfound hunger for fantasy by reprinting older titles of interest. While Lin Carter was a horrific writer—what else can you call someone who thought “Thongor” was a smashing name for a hero?—he was an excellent editor with an almost freakish knowledge of fantasy literature, and he chose many great books that haven’t seen print since.

The Ballantine Adult Fantasy series is also known for its terrible, terrible covers. Observe:

So THAT’S how mermaids reproduce!

Almost nothing on the front or back of the book represents anything that happens in it. The artist, Ray Cruz, seems to only have had the title to work from. So, while the titular ship appears…it looks nothing like the ship in the novel, and the titular sorcerer is not a wizard in blue robes but, in fact, a lizard-man.

Sigh.

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This is Why I Don’t Write Fan Fiction

I’ve been know to snigger at fan fiction on occasion.  However, seeing as I’ve never written any, it seemed a tad bit unfair, and felt I owed Ralfast the benefit of the doubt.  So I gave it a go today.

This was the result:

The Doctor and his Girl

Her last good memory was of a blue police box blinking out of existence and leaving a cold, dark alley behind.

The three years that followed were nothing but misery and pain. It’s hard to find a job when you’ve got a blank slate of time on your resume where you hadn’t any employment at all. If she tried to talk to others about their petty little lives, her mind would drift to the stars. I’ve met Shakespeare and Gandhi and Genghis Khan, I’ve been on far-off planets where twin moons hang heavy in a pink sky. I don’t care what you made for supper last night. I don’t care.

She’d come back to a world where her mother plugged up the toilet and she’d have to attack it with a plunger, and those times she’d just stare into the toilet bowl and cry.

So much time had passed and he’d never come back. She always hoped he’d come but the whomp, whomp of the emerging TARDIS never touched her ears. He was off with some new girl now, some blonde tart, on a journey across the universe.

And her, he’d left her behind. Left her to the worst of worlds.

She stands in the washroom staring at the mirror, at the lines appearing on her face, at the gaunt, haunted look of her eyes. Because there was that, too. The murders. The wars. The flames. No comfort for those, either.

“You…you bastard,” she whispers at the mirror and hastily rubs the snot from her nose with her wrist. “Why won’t you come back?”

But there’s no answer. Of course there isn’t.

She picks up the razor blade and flicks off the cover. Looks back at the mirror again. Then, with a final sob, draws it across her throat. Left to right.

The blood on the mirror dissolves to reveal an endless field of stars, comets, nebulae. A whole universe spread out before her. She wants to smile, she wants to laugh.

But it’s the last thing she ever sees.

She’s joined them all. Every girl who’s accompanied the Doctor, only to be dumped back at home without warning, and left to never again to venture among the stars.

The End

I…I just ruined Doctor Who for myself.

Um…

Not doing this again.  Nope.  NEVER AGAIN.

A Very Quick Podcast Recommendation

ImageI’ve begun listening to the New Books in History Podcast, a series of interviews with historians from a wide range of fields.  I absolutely adore these, seeing as History is my chosen field of study and I’m always happy to hear people enthusiastically discussing the subject (that’s one of the main attractions here–hearing historians enthuse about obscure historical marginalia can be unbearably cute).

My latest listen was the interview with Jay Rubenstein concerning his book Armies of Heaven: The First Crusade and the Quest for Apocalypse.  I was quite surprised to hear Rubenstein started out on the path to this book through studying the works of Guibert de Nogent; I wrote two seminar papers on Guibert’s memoir and history of the first crusade, respectively, in my last year of undergraduate studies at university.  I found Rubenstein’s exploration of crusading discourse(for lack of a better term) and its close connection to the imagery of the Apocalypse utterly fascinating.

Actually, all these interviews are well worth your time.  After getting repeatedly bummed out over the good blogging press surrounding the Hardcore History podcast  (which I do not like one bit), I was pleased to discover a podcast this, well, excellent.

Go thee and listen!   

The Great War and Peace Re-read

warandpeace

In the English world, if War and Peace comes up in conversation, it’s rarely discussed as an actual book that you read. Instead, it has become a semi-mythic symbol for a work so gigantic in scope it’s beyond the understanding of mere mortals. So the first thing that comes up is its length. The second thing: its alleged unreadability. Take a look at the inexplicably hostile TV Tropes entry for War and Peace. Or the countless comments to the effect that a person’s life goal is to read War and Peace cover to cover at some point. The mere act of reading and finishing War and Peace has become an achievement in itself. The book is a colossus, indomitable, towering over all, and yet the discourse surrounding it in popular culture rarely has anything to do with the contents.

Which is a shame. I’ve recently finished my re-read of War and Peace, this time the Pevear-Volokhonsky translation; while I’m usually reluctant to approach highly-regarded classics thanks to general weariness from hearing about them so much, War and Peace is an incredible…thing (more on that later) and one of the great achievements of world literature as a whole.

To review War and Peace is utterly pointless. I know there are one-star reviews on Amazon but seriously, nothing I’m going to say is going to sway anyone’s decision whether to read it or not, and if you don’t recognize the artistry and ambition of Tolstoy enough to at least respect his gigantic project I don’t think there’s much hope for you anyway. Rather, I’d like to collect some thoughts and personal reactions after this re-read. It’s difficult to grapple with a text of this magnitude, so I’ll start with some basic observations.

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A New Map of Prydain

The more I look at it, the less I’m pleased by my map of Prydain.  There are a few errors, and at least one egregious misspelling.  After a discussion with Marie (the podcast, remember?), I decided to have another go at it.

I haven’t attempted a “realistic” map, this time; it doesn’t seem appropriate for Prydain, and working out an accurate scale would take much more time than I’m willing to commit.  I’ve used the Gough Map of the British Isles as my basis for style and geography.  I have no idea why I didn’t think of this before, as the Gough Map’s representation of Wales fits much closer to the geography as described in The Chronicles of Prydain than any modern map.  And, of course, I went back to the books to get a better grasp on the relative locations of key places in Prydain.

Thanks to Marie for help with this new map.  I drew it the same day as we recorded the podcast.

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This should mark the end of my Prydain output on this blog, but, well, you never know…

Episode 2 – The Chronicles of Prydain

Not *my* photo, for reasons revealed in the podcast, but these *are* the editions that I own.

What?  Another podcast, you say?

This time Marie and I talk about one of our favourite book series from the Newbery Era, Lloyd Alexander’s The Chronicles of Prydain.

Apologies for the audio quality.  My current laptop has less-than-ideal speakers, so Marie has been recording the podcasts on her end, then sending the files to me for editing.

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Marie’s Youtube Channel

Source of our Theme Song (“It’s Dragon Tales” by Butterfly Tea)

Bonus Material

Our 21-second “review” of Disney’s The Black Cauldron:

On Reviews and “Good Writing”

Expanding, once more, on something I said in a previous post

You might notice that I don’t review fiction too often. Aside from reviewing some books that are suitably obscure and, I think, deserving of more attention, or when there’s some interesting issues (good or bad) surrounding a novel, or if I just absolutely love something and can’t contain my joy, I don’t keep much of a book blog. One reason is that I rarely finish books I don’t like, and I feel uneasy about flying off the handle over a few pages of text. Another is that reviewing novels well requires a great deal of work. And with the huge amount of book review blogs out there I’ve become a tad disillusioned by certain concepts that creep in, especially when reviewers apply the microscope to sentences in some grand quest to prove arbitrary rules of “good writing” and evaluate texts thusly instead of engaging with anything else. I like good prose, mind you, and I’ve advocated for it repeatedly, but when you get down to cadence and rhythm and the rest, it’s more about the uniqueness in a given text, the author’s distinct voice, and not some ideal perfect writing style. I’ve read enough critics who seem to assume there is one.

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Squeeing for Jane Yolen

It’s not often that I completely fall in love with an author’s work these days, especially in such a short period of time. Or consume book after book by the same person over the course of less than a week. But I haven’t been able to stop reading Jane Yolen since Tuesday and my supply is about to run out and I just needed to tell you all how great she is. I’ve now, firmly, put Yolen up there among my favourite living authors.

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A Lament for Timbuktu

The Caliph wrote: “If those books are in agreement with the Koran, we have no need of them; and if these are opposed to the Koran, destroy them.”

After receiving the reply Amr began dismantling the library. At his orders, the books were distributed among the public baths of Alexandria. Thus in a period of complete six months all the books were burnt and destroyed.

– Bar Hebraeus, Chronicum Syriacum (A 13th century history)

I was heartbroken this morning when I heard that Timbuktu is at this moment being systematically destroyed by a rebel faction adhering to an extremist sect of Islam. A 14th-century Mosque, shrines, tombs artwork, monuments and (most importantly, to me) countless hand-copied manuscripts have been consigned to oblivion. Gone forever. This is a great loss to human heritage and African history; during the height of the Mali Empire, Timbuktu was one of the wealthiest cities in the known world and a major centre of Islamic scholarship. Historians and local scholars have appealed to the International Community to do all in their power to preserve whatever might remain, but it might already be too late.

We have seen such wholesale attempts to deliberately wipe out stretches of the past. The circumstances are shockingly similar to the burning of the Library of Alexandria in terms of the sheer amount of manuscripts at risk. The elimination of Mayan Codices, the looting and destruction of Incan and Aztec cities, suppression and elimination of Native American cultural artefacts and languages under colonial rule, the stripping of Roman Catholic monasteries and churches during the Reformation, the list goes on. However, it’s shocking (and sobering) to think that such actions still continue into the 21st century, though after the horrors of the second World War and the rise of ideological thinking, I should not have been quite so surprised.

The extremists’ rationale behind the razing of Timbuktu is that the various historical items are objects for idolatry. However, I believe the underlying reason for such actions have little to do with Islam and instead represent a fear of the past. Throughout the course of Islamic history, scholars and theologians within the Muslim world debated interpretations of the Koran. Wahhabism and similar sects would wipe out evidence that other interpretations exist. Under current circumstances, this dream is well nigh impossible, as much of the historical data has been digitized, photographed, printed and re-printed.

And that is what makes this event so disgusting: the sheer uselessness of the gesture.

Totalizing ideologies, whether political or religious, all represent themselves as “the End of History” and declare the past as irrelevant—yet oddly, actively try to destroy that “irrelevant” history.

An important historical site is being wiped out. There is little we can do except watch, and mourn.