The Writer’s Map: An Atlas of Imaginary Lands, edited by Huw Lewis-Jones (2018). I saw a glowing review of this new book and promptly ordered it. It didn’t live up to the hype, but it’s fine. It’s a slightly oversized book that is full of reproductions of maps, both real maps from long-ago days and modern maps of fantastic places like Oz and Middle Earth. The illustrations are pretty cool. The book also contains lots of short essays by “a team of distinguished writers and illustrators” about how wonderful and inspirational maps are. I found the essays pretty forgettable, although I did like the one about Dungeons & Dragons by Lev Grossman.
The Mountain of Kept Memory, by Rachel Neumeier (2016). My cousin Rachel has written another winning fantasy novel. This one centers on a brother and sister, Gulien and Oressa Madalin. They are the children of Osir Madalin, the remote and ruthless king of Carastind. But the kingdom is beset by enemies, and it seems that Osir has lost the support of the Kieba—a mysterious sorceress who lives in a mountain far to the east and who formerly aided Carastind in times of need. Osir seems disinclined to try to heal the rift, so Gulien and Oressa—who are young adults but sheltered and inexperienced in the ways of the world—take it upon themselves to seek the Kieba’s aid. This is an exciting tale, and Neumeier keeps the reader guessing about some of the main characters’ true intentions and agendas. Highly recommended for lovers of fantasy and magic!
Moana (B). First we have a short–a cute little story that dramatizes the battle between an office drudge’s fearful brain on the one hand and his excitable heart and stomach on the other. It’s kind of like a radically shortened and simplified Inside Out. The main feature is set in a Polynesian South Seas-type milieu. Moana is the high-spirited daughter of an island chief, and she thrills to her grandmother’s ancient stories of Maui, a trickster demigod who stole a gemstone from an island goddess, only to lose it in a battle with a lava demon. Could the tales be true? Lo! The Ocean itself brings the gemstone to Moana, and she must go on a quest to find Maui (voice of Dwayne Johnson, San Andreas) and force him to return the gemstone to its rightful place, lest a looming wave of darkness overwhelm her people. I give Moana high marks for beautiful visuals, enjoyable musical numbers in the early going, and an appealing heroine. The adventure plot is a little pedestrian, so I wouldn’t put this movie in the same category as first-tier Disney like Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, or Zootopia. Nevertheless, it’s a solid, family-friendly effort.
Mistborn, by Brandon Sanderson (2006). A friend recommended this fantasy novel to me, and I liked it. This fantasy world is a dismal place. Ash frequently rains from the sky, most people are serfs or slaves, and there’s a nasty Lord Ruler who has tyrannized the realm for like 1,000 years. But a few people still dare to plot his overthrow, and a resourceful young female thief named Vin gets pulled into their seemingly suicidal circle. The system of magic in this world is pretty complicated, and I didn’t really try to follow it all that closely. Only a relatively few people have magical powers, and to access them they have to ingest and “burn” various metals to achieve the particular metals’ magical effects. (One of the main magical effects these people can pull off is to manipulate metal a lot like Magneto from X-Men.) Anyway, I enjoyed it even without trying to remember what all the different metals can do. Apparently it is the first book in a substantial series, but it also works as a stand-alone tale.
The Name of the Wind, by Patrick Rothfuss (2007). A friend of mine from way back put me on the trail of this hefty (662 pages) fantasy novel. And it’s just the first in a series! I thought it was quite good. Dark forces seem to be stirring out in the wilderness near some remote village, and humble innkeeper Kote seems to have some unusual insight into what is going on. Turns out that Kote is more than a humble innkeeper, and then the great bulk of the novel turns into a big flashback as Kote relates the story of his life to a visiting scribe. So the book is mainly the story of Kote’s childhood and adolescence, and his early training as an “arcanist.” It’s a pretty gritty tale in places, but I didn’t think it ever crossed the line into cruelty for cruelty’s sake. And some might think Kote is just a little too precocious and brilliant to be believable, but Rothfuss makes sure he has a few character flaws to balance him out.
The Buried Giant, by Kazuo Ishiguro (2015). I loved Ishiguro’s last novel, 2005’s Never Let Me Go. It haunted me for days. Then ten years slipped by, and then he finally published this new novel about a strange, magical England shortly after the departure of the Romans and the reign of King Arthur. I wasn’t too sure about it, based on the reviews, but I couldn’t resist. It’s a weird tale, and it’s not in the same league as Never Let Me Go, but it is not without its merits. A strange fog seems to lie over olde England, making people forget most or all of the past. An elderly couple, Axl and Beatrice, decide to leave their little village and visit their son, whom they have not seen in many years. It’s a dangerous quest, and they aren’t sure where their son is or even why he left. They have adventures involving ogres, knights, and a mysterious dragon. It’s a melancholy tale of memory, forgetfulness, and loss. I kind of liked it. But Never Let Me Go is way better.
The Honorable Barbarian, by L. Sprague de Camp (1989). I thought that fantasy writer L. Sprague de Camp (1907–2000) wrote back in the 40’s and 50’s, so I was surprised to see that this yellowing paperback from the used-book store bore a 1989 copyright. Apparently it was one of the last books he wrote. I got a kick out of it. It’s about a young man named Kerin, who has to flee his home rather precipitously and who proceeds to get himself into all sorts of dungeons-and-dragonsy adventures. de Camp plainly has fun creating different cultures and political systems for Kerin to have to deal with. Of course, it’s not great literature; the characters are two-dimensional, and they are off-puttingly casual about rape. But if you can overlook that, it’s a breezy read and a good yarn.