Readercon notes and book review: Lud-in-the-Mist

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Probably most of you who would want to read Lud-In-The-Mist already have and are like "Wait what, Rachel just read Lud-In-The-Mist for the first time? Seriously?" But just in case, here's a review. Before I start, though:

• Readercon is July 9-12 in Burlington, MA; you should totally come if you're into speculative fiction or talking about books. (I actually read speculative fiction because of Readercon, rather than vice versa.)
• I'll be giving a talk called "When The World Ends, And Nobody Notices" that will focus on nineweaving 's Cloud & Ashes and Chris Adrian's The Children's Hospital. You should all come! Also, if you have any suggestions for other books that might fit the theme, let me know. My pre-Readercon reading list is only like four books right now, I can handle more? Maybe?
• I may also be doing other things; I'll keep you all posted.
• I read two other books over the weekend and hope to get to at least short reviews over the next week or two.

Anyway, Lud-In-The-Mist, by Hope Mirlees, first published in 1926. The edition I bought off of Amazon was terrible; titles of books were marked like _this_ as if the whole thing were a printout of a Usenet conversation, there was no front or back matter at all, the image on the front was pixellated, the font was bad, and I couldn't even find the name of a publisher. And by page twenty or so, I didn't care. All of my experience in the fantasy genre has been post-Tolkien and generally derivative; I found that most fantasies I read (this was way back in high school) offered me less than Lord of the Rings without offering me much that was new. Reading Cloud & Ashes, I felt that some of the things there had just sprung up out of whole cloth, that Greer had woven them out of nothing and created an entirely new mythscape. Well, she has, but she had some guiding lights I didn't know about. :) One of them must have been Hope Mirrlees.

A brief plot synopsis: Lud-in-the-Mist is a city in the fictional nation of Dorimare, which has a rich history but is currently very wrapped up in Law and Order after disposing of a despotic Duke a couple centuries ago. Over a series of hills is Fairyland, which may be the land of the dead and may be a fairy kingdom and may just be another country. However, Fairyland and all things fairy are considered taboo, and unspoken in law or polite company. There's a lot of focus on law and bureaucratic process for a fantasy; it fits perfectly, though, as the main character is the Mayor of Lud-In-The-Mist and enjoys spending time with the old boys' club drinking wines and talking about legal precedent. I'm used to fantasies having Kings and Queens and Lords and Ladies; this novel has an upper class, for sure, but the society is decidedly modern in a number of ways. It's refreshing.

Over the course of the book, an increasing number of children start to become delirious, accusedly under the influence of Fairyand and its nefarious fruit. The Mayor takes it upon himself to ferret out the source of this corruption, and his task becomes increasingly urgent as the victims grow in number and intensity. Here, the book turns almost into a detective story, wrapped around attempting to re-prosecute a court case that was tried many years ago and find the facts in order to bring a fair trial. I think this is awesome --- I'm not a big mystery reader either but I do like puzzles, and watching the Mayor work through the puzzles was enjoyable. The puzzles themselves vary between the fantastic and the dry investigative; the world and the people in it feel real and feel, for the most part, like bit players rather than The Mighty Protagonists. This is excellent, and what is called for here.

Near the end of the book, things slip way into the fantastic, and Mirrlees handles the writing with aplomb. I almost understood what was going on, which was exactly right; I almost had a visual picture but it kept slipping and sliding like a series of overlaid tiles and putting one thing in another's place. A whole book written in this way would, honestly, probably drive me insane. (I'm sure some people would love it.) But after so much matter-of-fact, it was a refreshing if frightening contrast, and worthy of the Fairyland hype that the people of Dorimare had been building up for centuries. I don't want to spoil too much about this book; it's a relatively easy read and well worth the investment. If you'd been sort of missing the disreality of fantasy but couldn't get into the things that people handed you when you asked for fantasy, give this a shot. Then sit back for a bit and wonder what the world would be like if everyone and their dog had emulated Mirrlees instead of Tolkien... 

Someone really needs to do a nice reprinting of this book, if they haven't already.

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[jonquil.livejournal.com]

Hi! ::waves:: I was just saying you'd approve Eddison -- you do, don't you? I seem to remember talking happily about him with you and Elizabeth, these many years gone.