Showing posts with label Fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fantasy. Show all posts

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Happy Birthday Terry Brooks

In the beginning, there was darkness and chaos. Then J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit appeared, bringing with it a haven of light and order called Middle Earth, and there was much rejoicing. The light provided joy and gladness and order, as well as a lighted pathway through the surrounding darkness. This led to another, larger region of Middle Earth, wherein The Lord of the Rings was found. And there was much rejoicing.

And then...nothing. No matter how great the quest, no more great realms were discovered. Middle Earth was a wondrous realm, to which one could venture again and again. Joy and gladness occasioned those reunions, but frustrated nursed hopes for additional adventures. If only new paths could be found, with great discoveries awaiting them at their end, for life to again blossom with promise and hope for the future! Hope and joy could be simulated in lesser realms like Dungeons & Dragons, but such areas burned with less brilliance and vitality, lacking the structure and order brought into being by a wise creator. So hopes faded, and order struggled to fight off the ever-ravenous hordes of chaos.

Then lo, when all seemed lost, a new path was found. A path burning bright with lights, and the promise of a great new adventure. A path that led to another bright realm created by Terry Brooks called The Sword of Shannara. There more great heroes dwelt, and rose to defend their lands against a malevolent villain and his ravaging hordes. We accompanied our new dwarf, elvish, and human friends on their adventures, stood beside them as they risked their lives for others, grew with them as they overcame all the obstacles that threatened to stop and confound them...and there was great rejoicing. 




Like J.R.R. Tolkien's realm of Middle Earth, this realm of Shannara could not contain all the order, excitement, and joy it promised. So it gave birth to another realm called Landover, wherein great adventures also took place. But the realm of Shannara proved even more robust. It burst with promise, with newness of light, and its depth and richness amazed all who found their way there. The light of Shannara grew brighter, more brilliant than most weary, dispirited wanderers could have possibly imagined. In a land filled with so many interesting places, heroes, and adventures, hope could never die. Order and promise could be sustained. Rejoicing, great rejoicing, could continue unabated, undimmed, forever.

And so, oh Great Creator, we thank you for lighting new pathways amid the darkness, and illuminating the wondrous realms of Landover and Shannara. On this most special day, may your heart burn with order, enthusiasm, and hope for the future. 

Happy Birthday, Terry Brooks! Let there be much rejoicing!

Dragon Dave 

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Steven Brust: The Power of Agyar


Steven Brust begins his novel Agyar with a Prologue written by someone to their lover.  No names are given, nor are sexes indicated. He then introduces us to John Agyar, a man who has drifted into a midwestern college town, learns that a professor's house is currently unoccupied, and takes up residence there.  Upon finding an old typewriter in the study, John (who prefers to go by Jack) takes to writing a diary of the time he spends there.  Thus, we glimpse the events of his days through his eyes.  These largely concern his interactions with the three women in his life, and a ghost named Jim who also inhabits the professor's house.

At first glance, Jack doesn't seem like a very nice man.  He drops in on a college girl named Jill at his convenience, and when he discovers that she's seeing another guy, he orders her to cut off the relationship. When she deigns to argue, he forces himself on her until, overwhelmed, she agrees to his demands.  After one such evening, he leaves her in her bedroom, and takes her roommate Susan out for a drink.  She may opt for alcohol, or perhaps a light snack, but Jack sticks with coffee.

While Jack seems intent on dominating Jill physically and psychologically, it's Susan who intrigues him.  He's enthralled by her conversation, and electrified by her presence.  Susan is not put off by the air of mystery that surrounds Jack, and grows equally attracted to him.  After sharing a few conversations with her, the two embark on a physical and loving relationship.  But remember, I said there are three women in Jack's life.

His ghost friend Jim doesn't understand Jack's relationship with Laura, who appears to have drawn the drifter to this college town.  All he knows is what Jack tells him: that Laura is intent upon destroying him.  At first Jack seems nonchalant about this, but as he grows closer to Susan, he decides to investigate newspaper accounts of murders and missing persons in the area, in case Laura should attempt to frame him for a particular crime.  He also sends Laura a message, and when she meets with him, he pleads his case with her.  But Laura remains resolute: she will destroy him.  Jack has no say in the matter.

Having read the reviews on Amazon (which were nearly all positive, with over half assigning the book five stars), I detected no single trigger event that allowed the readers to place the events of the book in their proper context.  So perhaps the revelation comes about solely as a result of seeing the world through Jack's eyes.  Early on, I certainly felt on the outside, as if I were peering through a dust-coated window into the professor's darkened house, attempting to divine the meaning behind Jack's words and actions.  I would put the book down between readings, and wonder what I was missing.  

After one such such reading, I set the book down, and thought about what I had read.  Invisible hands reached out to wipe the dusty windows clear, and the lights in the professor's house shone bright.  Suddenly, I understood why Jack relied on Jill, and why he dominated her every action.  I knew why Jack only drank black coffee, and why the aroma of Susan's food made him slightly nauseous.  I realized why Jack could perceive and interact with a ghost, why he chose to inhabit an empty house, and why he had been drawn by this woman intent on destroying him. 

(Spoiler Alert!)

For Jack was a vampire, and Laura, the woman who had created him, no longer had any use for him.  

Jack never chose to be the type of person he has become: Laura made that choice for him. Nor does Jack feel any malice for Jill: he merely uses her to get what he needs to survive.  Nevertheless, his relationship with Susan changes him, and he becomes a kinder, more generous person.  In a lot of ways, he reminds me of Vlad Taltos, Brust's popular assassin turned wanderer, who can't help but sink his teeth into a mystery, and always flies to the aid of his friends.  

The novel also reminds me of another of Brust's creations, his novel The Sun, the Moon, and the Stars, in which the protagonist is changed by the scene he paints.  In Agyar, it is not Jack who paints an evocative image, but Jill.  And because her painting touches him so deeply, he instantly releases her.  For just like a great story, sometimes an image speaks to us so strongly that we are changed merely from having gazed upon it.  It reaches inside us, and corrects something that we did not realize needed to be adjusted.  It heals us, and allows us to begin again, this time seeing the world in a more complete way.

That is the power of fiction, and of art.  That is the power of Agyar.

Dragon Dave

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The Sun, the Moon, & the Stars

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Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Jane Johnson’s Wild Road


In Jane Johnson’s novel, The Secret Country, her characters travel between Earth and Eidolon along wild roads, invisible doorways that can only sensed by those receptive to magic.  As I read her story, this reminded me of another novel I had read, one also involving talking cats.  As she delves into folklore and mythic characters, such as centaurs, satyrs, and dryads (I’m excluding dragons from that list because dragons are real), I wondered if she had borrowed the concept of the wild roads from some of the same sources. 

The novel in question was The Wild Road by Gabriel King.  A little research revealed that Johnson wrote this novel (under a pseudonym) with M. John Harrison back in the 1990s.  So the Eidolon Chronicles follow a trail she blazed earlier in her career, one that paved her way for later adventures. 

Interior Illustration by Adam Stower
(who has also written his own books).

Jane Johnson has spent her life following her own wild road.  As a fan of J.R.R. Tolkien, she earned a masters degree in Scandinavian studies, concentrating on those old Icelandic sagas that Tolkien loved.  She then went to work for George Allen and Unwin, Tolkien’s publisher.  Within a short time there, she became responsible for all Tolkien-related books, as well as overseeing many popular authors, including Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Arthur C. Clarke, and George R. R. Martin.  (The latter author's Fantasy novels in the Song of Fire and Ice sequence have been compared to Tolkien's, and adapted into the HBO “Game of Thrones” TV series).  Her love of Tolkien also took her to New Zealand, where she served as an advisor on Peter Jackson's The Lord of the Rings films.  (She is featured on the extended-edition DVDs).  Additionally, she wrote visual companions to the films, using the pseudonym Jude Fisher.

As if all that's not enough, Johnson's wild road extends beyond her love for J.R.R. Tolkien.  During a research trip to Morocco in 2005, a near-fatal climbing incident caused her to reevaluate her life.  So she gave up her life in London, and moved to that North African country, where she married a Berber tribesman.  She now splits her time between his village in the Anti-Atlas Mountains, and a town in her native Cornwall.  In addition to telecommuting in her duties as Fiction Publishing Director for HarperCollins, she still writes and publishes her own fiction.  Her most recent titles include adult historical novel The Sultan’s Wife, and Gold Seekers, the fifth installment in her children’s Eidolon series. 

In Fiction, would-be heroes travel along wild roads on fabulous adventures.  Jane Johnson walks those wild roads herself.  Thankfully, she then records her journeys, so that we can accompany her.

Dragon Dave

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Jane Johnson on the Power of a Name


One interesting aspect of Jane Johnson’s novel, The Secret Country, was how she built upon the power of a person’s name. The ancients believed strongly in the significance of names.  Consider two examples from the Biblical book of Genesis.  When God made a covenant with Abram, he renamed him Abraham.  Later, when his grandson Jacob wins his all-night wrestling match, God renames him Israel, and Jacob/Israel then marks their wrestling-spot with the name Peniel.  All ancient religions, myths, folklore, customs taught the importance of names.  This emphasis stretches beyond the past to infuse contemporary society, and will doubtless prove important in our future. 

As writers are particularly smart people, they recognize this, and thus devote significant time to naming their important places and characters.  But rarely does a name’s power factor significantly in the plot.  In The Secret Country, however, Ben Arnold learns how important names can be.  Remember the talking cat he rescues from Mr. Dodd’s Pet Emporium?  After numerous attempts to prove himself, the cat finally relents and gives him his full name: Ignatius Sorvo Coromandel.  

Illustration by Adam Stower

However, he drives home to Ben the importance of not speaking it flippantly.  And when their paths diverge, the cat –who prefers to be called Iggy—tells him, “I own your true name, Benjamin Christopher Arnold.  I can call you any time.”  The same, of course, applies to the cat.  If Ben calls him by his full name, even if they are many miles apart, the cat will know, and he must hurry to Ben’s aid.  So the cat warns him to use his name cautiously, for he can only summon him three times.

Later, when Ben meets the dragon, he is short on time, and wants to convince it that he has only the best intentions.  So he introduces himself by his full name.  The dragon says, “Well, that’s brave of you, giving your true name to a dragon.  The dragon, who prefers to be called Zark, proves to be easier to convince than Iggy, and tells Ben his full name is Xarkandushak.  While Ben cares for the dragon as best he can, he is still a twelve year old boy, and the importance of names, as well as the magic of Eidolon, is new to him.  Unfortunately, he utters Zark’s full name in Mr. Dodd’s hearing.  Mr. Dodd has gained power in Eidolon by learning the full name of many of its citizens, and has used that power to enslave them, or capture them and sell them in our world.  This lapse gives Mr. Dodd the power to command Zark, and forces Ben to voluntarily submit to his authority for a time, until he can summon others to his aid.  Thus, Ben learns the importance of people’s names.

A recent study discussed in The New Yorker suggests that people may invest more readily in the stocks of companies with simpler, and more easily pronounceable names.  Women with more unisex or masculine-sounding names may climb to higher rungs on the corporate ladder than ones with clearly feminine names.  Voters tend to elect political candidates with simple, easy-to-say names.  But this doesn’t mean that people with more complex or difficult-to-pronounce names cannot succeed.  As the article notes, the name Barack Obama didn’t initially roll off people’s tongues.  But my favorite person’s name comes from Jane Johnson.  At one point, Ben meets a selkie, a person who lives as a seal in water but a Human on land.  She goes by the name Silver, but that is just her nickname, what she prefers to be called.  Her true name is She Who Swims the Silver Path of the Moon, daughter of He Who Hangs Around on the Great South Rock to Attract Females.  I’m sure you’ll agree: that’s one powerful name!

Dragon Dave

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Monday, September 2, 2013

Jane Johnson on Responsibility & Heroes




Warning: This post discusses the setup, and a few key ingredients of an enjoyable novel.  Some might call them spoilers, but I think of them as teasers.  Why not read my post, then read the novel, and decide for yourself?

In Jane Johnson’s novel The Secret Country, Ben Arnold seems like a normal twelve-year-old boy.  He’s not an acclaimed hero or a seasoned adventurer.  He's certainly never traveled far from the English village of Bixbury, where he lives with his father, mother, and two sisters.  This is not to say that he doesn’t have good instincts, or for that matter, good taste in entertainment.  For example, he fills his days playing with Daleks and Incredible Hulk action figures, and he reads noteworthy comics and graphic novels, such as The Sandman by Neil Gaiman. 

Ben may seem ordinary, but like most of us, he has a dream.  Each day he walks past the local pet store, and peers into the window, hoping against hope that Mr. Dodd has not yet sold his advertised “Rare Mongolian Fighting Fish.”  Ben’s father may earn a meager salary as a reporter for the local newspaper, but he’s agreed to pay Ben additional allowance in return for extra chores.  Ben’s mother also encourages his dream, agreeing that he can keep a fish tank in the house.  “Looking after other creatures teaches us responsibility,” she tells him.  Finally, the great day comes when Ben accumulates sufficient money for his purchase, and he hurries off to Mr. Dodd’s Pet Emporium. 

Ben’s heart leaps when he sees his beloved fish are still there.  He gets in line, and hopes that none of the other customers snap them up before he can.  He can only think of bringing them home, where his awful uncle Aleister and his father are setting up his cousin Cynthia’s former fish tank.  Unlike Ben, she never learned to care properly for her fish.  But then, her fish were even more aggressive than Mongolian fighting fish.  For she used to keep Piranhas, and one by one, the number of fish in her tank lessened, until the final one also vanished.  (No one, not even Cynthia, has offered Ben a satisfactory explanation as to how the final piranha ate itself). 

When something catches Ben’s jacket, he notices that a cat has reached through its cage, and captured the fabric in its claws.  As Ben tries to free himself, the cat informs him, in no uncertain terms, “There’s no way you’re leaving this shop without me, sonny.”  Not only does a talking cat seem unreal, and thus hard to take seriously, but also Ben is unwilling to readily relinquish his dream.  After all, he's worked hard, and saved for a long time, to purchase those fish.  So the cat asserts that the fish aren’t really rare, they aren’t exotic, and they don’t fight.  He reasons, begs, and pleads with Ben, until he finally convinces the boy to purchase him instead. 

When Ben decides to trade in his dream of “Rare Mongolian Fighting Fish,” Mr. Dodd doesn’t seem keen on selling him the cat.  This seems odd, as the cat looks exceedingly ordinary, and no one, apart from Ben, appears to notice that it can talk.  But Ben overcomes Mr. Dodd’s objections and purchases it.  Then comes the difficult part: to explain to everyone at home why he purchased a cat instead of the fish.

In proximity to his new talking cat, everything changes in Ben’s life.  He sees a TV news report of a unicorn that gallops through Lords Cricket Grounds, interrupting a test match.  He picks up an injured dragonfly, only to discover that it’s a wood sprite.  And later, when his awful uncle Aleister takes him, his sister Ellie, and his wife and daughter along to meet with a rich client, Ben discovers a dragon in her backyard.  (The woman is upset that the advertised “Garden Incinerator” is sickly, and not performing as promised). 

As each new day passes, Ben’s eyes are opened to magical aspects of this world that he had not previously guessed existed.   He learns that this magic has seeped into his world from a realm called Eidolon, where extinct animals such as dinosaurs and sabre-tooth tigers exist alongside fantastic creatures like centaurs and goblins.  Through removing these animals and selling them in our world, Mr. Dodd and Uncle Aleister are robbing Eidolon of its the magical essence, and condemning these marvelous creatures to drastically shortened lives during which they will grow weaker and sicker until they eventually waste away. 

In Mr. Dodd’s Pet Emporium, Ben could have freed himself from the cat.  He could have refused to acknowledge a talking cat, consider its arguments, or feel sympathy for it.  Instead, Ben allows his preconceptions about the world to be overturned.  He meets each new day with a willingness to battle his fears and misgivings, and works hard to do right by each new animal (or creature) he meets.  In so doing, he learns the responsibility his mother promised, and becomes the type of hero we all yearn to be.

Dragon Dave

Monday, August 5, 2013

Another Way To Train Your Dragon




If you’ve seen the animated film, “How to Train Your Dragon,” then you know it pays be kind to dragons, to befriend them, and of course, give them yummy fish to eat.  If you want to ride them, it also pays to think up innovative designs for saddles and other flight-gear.  But if your community frowns on befriending dragons, you may have to radically alter their traditional views before they will accept such activities.


Cressida Cowell’s novel How To Train Your Dragon, book one of an ongoing series, presents a similar, but decidedly different dilemma for the protagonist Hiccup.  He and his peers (such as Clueless, Dogsbreath, Fishlegs, and Snotlout) wish to become full members of the Hairy Hooligan tribe.  So the ten boys climb up Wild Dragon Cliff, sneak into a Dragon Nursery, and steal young dragons to train.  When his friend Fishlegs disrupts a pile of sleeping dragons, Hiccup flees the cave like everyone else.  But he takes pity on Fishlegs, gives him the dragon he stole, and braves the waking dragons to rush back inside and get another.


Hiccup finds himself ill suited to be the son of the chief, and therefore the heir to leadership of his community.  The other boys don’t respect him, and he’s no good at yelling, which is the method recommended by Professor Yobbish in his short book on the subject (also entitled How To Train Your Dragon).  So he does something radical, something frowned on by his tribe’s tradition and culture: he learns the dragon language and talks to his young dragon.  He treats it like a treasured pet, and does his best to earn its respect. 

In Cressida’s world, dragons are selfish, and will only obey their masters if they are forced to.  Hence the preferred training method of yelling.  They are used primarily for hunting, as with birds and dogs.  No one attempts to train dragons big enough to ride, as they’d simply roll their eyes at you, and then gobble you up.  But Hiccup’s dragon is particularly unimpressive, no larger than a bird, and as it has no teeth, he has named it Toothless.  


Talking to Toothless involves breaking a taboo, and initially his training method doesn’t bear fruit.  On Thor’sday Thursday, after months of training, Toothless starts a fight with the other young dragons.  This forces Hiccup’s father, and the elders, to exile all the boys.  But when an immense dragon rises from centuries of hibernation under the ocean, it rapidly becomes clear that the traditional method of dealing with dragons--yelling at them--will prove ineffective in this case.  Thankfully, Hiccup has a radical alternative to offer, and he finds his father and the elders amenable to reconsidering their status, if only he and the boys can successfully banish the large dragon.


Cressida Cowell lavishes her story with humor, and enlivens the pages with illustrations.  While I love the animated film, I also enjoyed the novel: for me, the two rest comfortably side-by-side as vastly different, yet thematically similar stories.  Others, such as my niece in Texas, disagree.  She pronounced the movie “Okay,” but wished the filmmakers had stuck more closely to Cowell’s original vision.  Why not give the novel a try, and decide for yourself where you stand on the subject? 

Then again, if you’ve just crawled out of a cave, are still groggy from centuries of hibernation, and love dragon stories, why not try reading Cowell’s novel first, and then see the movie?  Then you can tell me which version you prefer.  I’d certainly enjoy hearing your opinion.  But please, no yelling.

I'm not that kind of dragon.

Dragon Dave