Deep within the forest near the town of Fairfold there is a glass casket with a beautiful horned boy sleeping in it. Hazel and her brother Ben along with their friends and generations of Fairfolders before them have been fascinated by him and dreamt of breaking him out. This boy is very much a part of the town’s life and also brings in tourists who come to Fairfold not only to see him but also because the town is known to have a connection with the Fae. Holly Black‘s ‘The Darkest Part of the Forest’ is a dark and layered fantasy in which the modern world of today with its technology overlaps with the tricksy and beguiling world of faeries.
The people of Fairfold are on the one hand living and working regular lives, using cell phones, the internet and watching Star Trek but they also remember to carry iron or rowan wood in their pockets and wear their socks inside out. The court of the Alderking overlaps the woods near the town and a pact keeps the residents of the town of Fairfold safe-ish. Not so the tourists, who are considered fair game.
As stories go, The Darkest Part of the Forest is dark and unsettling. Pact or no pact, the Fae are uncomfortable neighbours. Either they take the form of monsters or they are out to trick the unwary for their own fun. But this is also a book which is all about changing the narrative of fairy stories that one is brought up with and for us that was the best part about it.
(Spoilers ahead for those who haven’t read it.)
In the story it is the girl, Hazel, who takes on the mantle of saviour of everyone. Like a knight she feels compelled to fight the monsters and protect those around her. She is the one who frees the sleeping prince. But neither she nor the prince choose each other in the romantic sense. Instead the prince chooses the brother who has been in love with him right from the beginning. The story tells us that the knight does not have to be a man; the boy who you have been friends with all your life can be a prince; and despite all the human fascination with faeries and their world, it can go both ways – a faery child can choose to live a human life.
It took us some time to get into the book and accept the alternate narrative but once we did we found ourselves gripped by the story and all its subtle and diverse messages.We would say it is worth reading the book just to appreciate the last paragraph. People always talk about the first sentence or the opening paragraph of books, but this book is our pick for having the best last paragraph and in fact the best last sentence.
There are many YA books that have incredible depth, well fleshed out characters and meaningful story lines. The only reason they are probably YA is because their protagonists are on the younger side (except the ones that are a few hundred years old but look young). Leigh Bardugo’s Shadow and Bone in the Grisha trilogy however does not fall into that category.
Fantasy you can sink your teeth into is always better than fantasy that is just a story. Bardugo’s book is the latter and it is not even a story told well. The point of view keeps jumping from one person to another and first person to third person, without any rhyme or reason. The world building is shaky. There are superficial aspects of Russian culture but nothing consistent. And probably very irritating to people who know or understand anything about it.
The book feels like a patch work of ideas that have worked in other books and put them together. You have the orphan who finds a best friend who then turns out to be more than a friend; the sudden discovery of considerable powers; the jealous senior during training; the cranky mentor who has the protagonist’s best interest at heart; the villain in plain sight; and the Hunger Games like moral dilemma (in this case the killing of poor animals). Apparently the only reason the series continues is so that more animals can be killed in each book to endow the protagonist with further powers. We are not going to bother with it.
It’s Infinity Wars season in the movie theatres, which is all very exciting, but it is also the season for Election Wars here in Karnataka State. As a result we have all kinds of politicians popping up claiming super powers that will transform the State to a heavenly abode and Bangalore city into Singapore, London, Dubai, Shanghai or whatever other city happens to be the flavour of the week. It little matters that Bangaloreans just want Bangalore, albeit a better version of it.
The respective parties’ posters dominating the street have gangs of their politicians in poses and pouts that put the Avengers to shame. And the much sought after infinity stones are already in their hands going by all the rings that they wear. Eat your heart out Thanos.
(The Infinity Stones, as per Marvel Cinematic Universe, were six singularities that existed before the creation of the universe and transformed into gems when the Big Bang happened. They can be used to destroy people, planets and entire systems.)
The Mind Stone – It a known fact that a politician is capable of changing his/her mind and jumping from party to party as and when felt necessary. It also helps them to mess with the public’s mind into voting for them.
The Space Stone – Since politicians are able to be all over the state while campaigning, this stone helps them bend space in order to transport themselves to rallies (with a little help from helicopters paid for by public money).
The Reality Stone – It enables the politicians to manipulate reality in order for it to seem as if they have accomplished everything promised in their manifestos. And once again mess with the public’s perception.
The Time Stone – Works in multiples of five (the term of an elected official) and condenses the entire five years into the two months running up to the elections when the politicians suddenly reappear and appear to be working.
The Power Stone – The most important of them all as far as the politicians go. It helps them gather all power unto themselves to destroy the entire state/country while at the same time lining their pockets.
The last one is the Soul Stone – The only one that makes no sense to politicians seeing as they are seriously deficient in this regard.
The sky was hazy with the noonday heat, the sun at its scorchingest while the road in front was throwing up surreal mirages laden with water and palm trees. The lone kite in the sky was wheeling around looking for something to eat. As were the parched and hungry travellers. The AC in the car had no effect at all and the glare outside the window was relentlessly unending with no relief for the eyes.
Sounds like a desert road doesn’t it? Except someway away from the road were the crop fields of the lush Cauvery delta. But the Bangalore-Chennai highway in the summer is a road out of hell, without a single tree to be seen anywhere by its side.
In a place like India, where the summers are long, the word ‘hot’ is an understatement and the sun rains down fire, the mere quality of the road is insufficient to make a journey comfortable. You need trees! Trees to line the road and provide the cool green relief, not just for the eyes but to simply cut the heat hitting and bouncing off the concrete and tarmac. O for the simple joys of veering off the road during a long journey and taking a break. Of being able do the traditional Indian thing of enjoying a coffee from a flask (yes, even in the heat) and some crispy snacks. Of parking under the cool shade of a peepal or tamarind tree and eating the popular summer travel lunch of a heap of curd rice and a piece of raw mango pickle. Instead we find that even the restaurants along the way that double up as rest areas are proud to be tree free. They see no need to provide their patrons with trees to park their vehicles under or a tree lined path to reach the restaurant from the parking lot. Just a whole bunch of ineffective ACs, running on maximum, which everyone is supposed to be satisfied with.
Someone told us that international standards do not permit planting of trees along the highway. But that is frankly ridiculous because the trees don’t have to be planted bang on the road itself. Besides, international standards are decided by people sitting in northern countries where the occasional appearance of the sun is watery at best. We want Sher Shah Suri back. He apparently had more sense and foresight in the 16th Century to not only construct the Grand Trunk Road across northern India but also to line the road with trees for the comfort of travellers.
Leaving aside supposed international standards, the Indian government has, at least on paper, decided to give us trees by mandating that 1% of the total highway cost should be set aside for planting trees in a planned manner along the roads. So now instead of beautiful trees lining the highway, the money is most likely, beautifully lining someone’s pocket or mattress. And that is the only thing that trees are considered good for these days – to provide the paper for printing money.
It’s rare that a second book in a trilogy not only manages to stand on its own but is in fact, far better than the first book. The Girl in the Tower (Winternight Trilogy) by Katherine Arden came as a pleasant surprise. We had read and reviewed the first book, The Bear and the Nightingale, last year. Though interesting because it was so different, we had not found it riveting. But the second book was gripping and fascinating in equal measures and we found we couldn’t to put it down and became resentful when forced to.
The setting of the tale in Russia and much of it in Moscow, during a period we don’t know much about, makes the book an intriguing read. In medieval times Rus was a vassal state of the Khans in Sarai and the story is set some years after the death of Genghis Khan. Culturally Rus was more influenced by the east rather than the west, which possibly explains the system of enclosing noble women in terems and not allowing them out in public. There was also considerable conflict between the old traditions and Christianity. Arden has added fascinating little details such as the different looks that people wear in different seasons; in winter they were wan and thin as opposed to the fuller cheeks of summer. And the descriptions of the bathing houses where people would sweat in hot steam and then jump into freezing cold water. As a result of these details, the book reads like a mix of fantasy and history.
In the story, Vasya, who is now grown up, decides that traveling holds more appeal than joining a convent or getting married. Disguised as a boy and along with her faithful nightingale/horse Solovey, she sets out to discover the world. But while rescuing girls kidnapped by bandits she gets caught up with court of the Grand Prince of Moscow whose adviser is her brother Sasha and she travels to Moscow with them. She is also reunited with her sister in Moscow and ends up battling supernatural forces once again. To some extent her relationship to Morozko the winter king is shaping up and we particularly liked the fact that she insists on standing her ground even with him and is herself unhappy about not knowing where precisely he figures in her life. But we have a feeling there is more to come.
Compared to the earlier book, this story is much more gripping mainly because Vasya can be more free and has Solovey to back her up. We are still wondering what the connection is in old Russian folklore between horses and birds. The glossary does not clarify this point but is otherwise an integral part of the book, we read it with as much relish as we did the story. Arden’s writing has matured since the last book with the story flowing a lot better in this one. And we definitely cheered when we found out that the third book is out in August this year. Not much of a wait.
Apparently there is something called the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. It is a whole lot of non bio degradable plastic that has converged, due to ocean currents, somewhere in the Pacific. And apparently it’s twice the size of France. Who is believing it?
Apparently plastic micro particles can be found even in the Antarctic and are being eaten by fish who are in turn being eaten by people, who are now more susceptible to cancer, motor neurone diseases and a whole host of neurological problems including Alzheimer’s. Who is believing this?
Apparently the petrochemical industry intensely lobbies against banning plastics or developing alternatives to it. As they also very strongly lobby against solar power which despite being around for sometime now, hasn’t see any reduction in the set up cost which would have encouraged people to switch. Just another conspiracy theory.
Apparently the chemical industry also lobbies and pooh-poohs the idea of organic farming and ensures the wide spread use of chemical pesticides which result in most people now being allergic to their staple foods like wheat. And rice allergies are also on the rise. The dairy cattle consume feed which has been sprayed with chemicals which leads to increase in lactose intolerance. Just another conspiracy theory.
Apparently global warming is a conspiracy theory cooked up by mad and under qualified scientists who want to destabilise the fossil fuel industry and the plastic manufacturers.
But hey, the world is fine. Its rivers and oceans are not polluted, its soil is not contaminated and forests have not been ripped up. Those who say so are people who are luddites and want to come in the way of progress and development. Have you noticed how fanatical they can be? But the main thing is that no one believes them. Humans in order to be humans need to come out of the caves. Sustainability is for idiots, the more plastics and the more fossil fuels, the better.
The title of this post is a line in the book “Strange the Dreamer” by Laini Taylor which she uses to describe one of the characters. But one could also use it to describe the book itself where blue is the colour constantly on the minds of all the characters and sets the tone of the story. If the style of writing could be described in colours, Taylor’s is definitely the blue of a spring sky, fresh and clear but leaving the reader with a constant sense that storm clouds are just around the corner.
Beyond that, we really don’t know what to say because Strange the Dreamer left us, not speechless which is too mild a term, but instead we would say – gobsmacked. Taylor’s writing grabs hold of your mind and literally messes with it. Long after the book was over we couldn’t stop thinking about it. Almost as if it was stalking us. Normally readers feel they can’t let go of a good book but in this case the book refuses to let go of the reader.
Strange the Dreamer is one of those rare books where the writing style and storytelling are almost two different entities running in parallel. There is really not much we can say about the story without giving too much away. Lazlo Strange goes from being an orphan dreaming about the mythical city of Weep, to junior librarian obsessed with Weep and learning everything he can about it and then finds himself traveling to Weep in the capacity of storyteller and secretary to the Godslayer. The mysteries abound. What god did the Godslayer slay? What happened to the original name of Weep to make it disappear from everyone’s minds? And why was the city cut off from the rest of the world for two hundred years?
This is a fantasy novel but it is the writing which creates real magic. Taylor’s style is lyrical and poetic and we found the book slow going because we absolutely had to keep going back and re reading paragraphs and sentences – “Swans swam past like elegant ships, and the village was all pastel with patches of blue shadow. The sky was the colour of the blush on peaches, and insect language whirred in the sweet meadow grass.”
If we were recommending one book for the year, and yes we know we are only a quarter of the way through, if you haven’t read it already, it absolutely has to be this one. Even if you are not a fantasy reader. Or, perhaps, since it is a duology, you could wait until the second book, The Muse of Nightmares, which is expected to be out in October this year.