[Since I’m
teaching the Intro
to Sci Fi/Fantasy class this semester, for my annual
Valentine’s series I wanted to focus on fantasy authors & stories I’ve
loved. Leading up to a weekend post on an emerging community who deserve more
love!]
On watching my
older son read a childhood favorite series of mine.
Eight and a half
years ago, I
wrote a post inspired by my delighted discovery that Lloyd Alexander,
author of many of my childhood favorite books including the Chronicles
of Prydain series, was born outside of Philadelphia (rather than in Wales
as I had always thought, given the Welsh-inspired side
to the Prydain books in particular). Obviously Alexander could be from the Moon
and his books would still be the same wonderful contributors to my childhood
love of all things fantastic (and more than a little mischievous), but it’s nonetheless
very cool for this AmericanStudier to know that Alexander was bringing these
old European myths and legends to a late 20th century American
context, a la Shadow and Wednesday and company in Neil
Gaiman’s American Gods. The
detail made me feel that much more connected to Alexander, and that much more
excited to start sharing his books with the boys when they got old enough.
I think I read
them Time Cat (1963) at some point in our
early days with chapter books, but it clearly didn’t make too much of an
impression (not for any fault with the book, just don’t think we were quite
ready for it); so it was really a couple years ago when I truly got to share
Alexander with them for the first time. My older son had just finished his last
Rick Riordan book (until the next
one came out in late 2019, anyway—man that dude writes fast!), and I got
him the first Prydain Chronicle, The Book of Three (1964), from the
library. The boys are open to most everything, but certainly they have read
books that didn’t quite work, or at least didn’t grab them enough that they
would feel a need to continue with that series or author. So needless to say
I’ve was beyond thrilled that he seems to have enjoyed Prydain as much as I did—he
tore through all five books, and was doing the thing where he asks me to mute
commercials when we’re watching playoff football games so he can read literally
every possible second (his father used to read a book while walking down the
halls at school, so I know the feeling quite well).
For whatever
reason he’s not a big fan of talking to me too much about the books he reads (I
think he thinks of me as an English Professor and that I’m asking as a kind of
homework or the like), but I managed to get a couple thoughts out of him when
he had finished the series (with his explicit permission to include them as
part of this blog post). He said that he could tell by the language that they
weren’t written recently, although we talked about how that was a choice even
in the 1960s and an attempt to make the books feel more like classic myths or
legends. And he said that he really loved the characters, that despite that
archaic language they didn’t feel like they were part of an old story but like
he could imagine interacting with them in his own life (a paraphrase but
definitely the gist of his thoughts). I think (without making this into,
y’know, literary analysis homework or anything) that he has hit the nail on the
head in terms of the combination that makes Alexander’s series so perennially
engaging: a legendary story and style that satisfies our human need for myths, wedded
to deeply human and relatable characters that can draw in any audience, young
or old. Sounds like some good goals for any YA and fantasy series to me!
Next loving
tomorrow,
Ben
PS. What do you
think? Favorite fantasy authors or stories you’d share?
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