The Wicked Day

As the book begins we have jumped back at least 10 years to the Orkney Islands and the small-holding where Mordred, Arthur’s illegitimate incestuous son is being raised in secret. As reward for their care the couple have the 10-year-old ripped from their home and they murdered that same night. The witch Queen Morgause had repaired to this remote Orkney stronghold after the death of her husband Lot--interesting symbolism there--with her three sons with number four still in her womb. Life in this palace is languid and unstructured but the restraints are definitely there. For Mordred integrating himself into this filial hierarchy is no mean feat. This tale is narrated by a third party.

Book 3 of the trilogy is the better of the lot but book 4 is by far the easiest read. About a quarter of the way through Book 4 the summons to Camelot which comes near the end of Book 3 catches up with the storyline here. Morgause’ sons remain intemperate and undisciplined to their doom. Mordred’s fate haunts both he and Arthur. If the results were not so deadly one could term these plot twists a comedy of errors.

The Last Enchantment Merlin "Trilogy"

As billed this continues to be the Merlin Trilogy told from the point of view of Merlin and most often in the first person. Arthurian Legend this may be but this series is about Merlin. Whether or not one believes in magic these books take its existence for granted. This is more fantasy than historical fiction or legend.

The Hollow Hills

Book two of the original trilogy follows directly upon the action in book one making it truly part 2 of a continuing storyline. Save that the setting is Wales and involves a character named Merlin Emrys and a King named Uther this historical romance bears little resemblance to any other Arthurian Legend I’ve ever read. The broad strokes are there but this series seems a prehistory as regards Arthur and attempts to elaborate on the particulars concerning Arthur’s conception and birth, a topic in the past shrouded in mystery in any book or movie I’ve encountered. It also attempts to explain the details of Merlin’s birth and childhood to a greater degree than I’ve seen before even in the recent 5-season TV Series Merlin.

As The Hollow Hills begins Merlin is wounded, exhausted, servantless, and ostracized. At least he gets to keep his head and the cave he has retired to in the past. The book ends with Arthur triumphantly declared king but even on the night of his triumph the seeds of his demise are planted by deceit.

The Crystal Cave

Historical Fiction can play loose with the facts even when the record is reasonably clear but in dealing with the stuff of myth such as Arthurian Legend, the scope for interpretation seems to be limitless. Many including the present writer prefer to treat on Merlin and his Druidic background. Merlin and even Uther seem to considered better fodder for fiction than the self-righteous Arthur and his idealistic utopian but ultimately flawed and failing Camelot.  Whether or not he possessed magical abilities the man was better educated than the majority of men of his age including his noble lords and mystical character is often assigned to that which is not understood. This author seems to see his prophesy as an epileptic aura.

The Alchemist

The shepherd boy at the centre of this tale is impossibly naive but possesses the flexibility of youth. The book is an easy read filled with liberal doses of New Age Philosophy.

Saints of the Shadow Bible

Book nineteen of the Rebus series of mysteries sees John back at work full time though now junior in rank to his former apprentice. Personally I retired permanently the first day I was entitled even though it was the middle of a pay period and caused the bean counters grief--I cried crocodile tears for them. In Canada the Bill of Rights makes it a crime to discriminate due to age so compulsory retirement is a no no unless incompetence can be shown. Rebus retired at the mandatory age of 60 but hired back on when that age was raised. Not much has changed in his life though in this book ancient skeletons long hidden in closets seem to be rattling their bones. Internal affairs are investigating a 30-year-old case. The storyline weaves the usual tangled web, the difference being that retired ex-cops are in the radar. Rebus obviously has no life outside work save for booze and his records. At home he plays vinyl. The Scottish vote for Devolution figures in the plot so the book is quite current.

Standing in Another Man's Grave

Ian Rankin, as popular crime fiction writers before him, failed to make Rebus’ retirement stick so he’s come out of retirement to work cold cases. As Rebus novels go this one is rather long. Rebus remains a chain-smoking alcoholic who prefers to work alone and keep his own counsel. In other words he doesn’t play well with others. The book is very readable being up to Rankin’s usual high standards. It is unrepentantly set in Scotland and uses Scottish place names, dialect, and customs along with the usual police jargon. This being Great Britain the head of police is the Chief Constable for example. Bacon and eggs is a fry-up. Many colloquialisms will leave readers on our side of the pond scratching our heads.

The Grass is Singing

I suppose it’s my own fault for not starting one book and sticking with it. This books starts with a rambling report of a murder on the veld then jumps to the story of a young lady and her rise to independence as an office worker. Until it dawned on me I was reading about the murder victim I was wondering, was I reading the same book. So, the book begins at the end and then backtracks to show us how we got there. Many of the books I’ve read lately jump from the present to the recent past, and then to the distant past passing back and forth in a stream of consciousness that often leaves the casual reader guessing where he is and when. Forgive me for wishing for a book that finds a starting point and works its way to a conclusion in consecutive order.

A successful office manager who enjoys social life and culture marries a failed farmer who is the butt of his neighbour’s jokes. Never having had to manage black workers she fails to grasp the relationship between she as employer and her native houseboys. Her parsimonious nature makes her a mean-spirited employer and her houseboys sullen stand-offish employees. She cannot keep a houseboy more than a month at a time. Her two-room home with attached kitchen has corrugated steel roof, white-washed walls, and animal-skin-covered hand-poured brick floors and lacks a ceiling. Located in a natural bowl it bakes hot and dusty in the dry veld. The husband whom she married after only meeting him twice cannot provide her with the luxuries to which she’s been accustomed and she proves to be a frigid sexual partner. The scene is set for dissatisfaction and unhappiness.

This is a couple headed for tragedy. The husband is wedded to his land and will do whatever is necessary to protect his farm. A successful year would give him the opportunity to make improvements to his home and the land. The wife dreams only of making good so they can get off the land she has come to despise. The fact that she is a better manager than her husband is no consolation but her relations with their black workers in the field and at home go only from bad to worse. The adjoining landowner is cynically awaiting his neighbour’s inevitable failure so he can use his land to pasture his cattle. Since the entire plot is given away in the initial chapter these can hardly be termed spoilers. The book is about the tragic descent of this couple into madness. It also documents a dark time in British Colonial History in the land then called Rhodesia.

Black laborers work only when their white boss is present to direct them and see that they are on the job. Otherwise they remain in their compound and get drunk on local brew. When the husband gets ill the farm is neglected. His wife has become so detached she allowed her chickens to die of lack of food and water. Mary’s failure to properly handle her black workers constitutes a threat to the order of things. It was considered dangerous to give ‘the Blacks’ ideas, that Blacks were in any sense equal to whites.

Farmer Boy

Being Wilder’s story of the childhood of her husband. Two things strike me in reading the opening chapters. The idea of the husky older farmboys beating up on the city-soft schoolmaster. And a renewed appreciation for the time-saving modern conveniences we take for granted today. For example, to have clothing one first raised the sheep and sheared them in spring after washing the wool on their backs. The wool was dyed  with locally obtained mordants after being carded into skeins which were then spun into yarn. The yarn was woven on a loom into cloth. A pattern of the appropriate style and size was laid on the cloth and it was cut and finally sewn into the appropriate clothing. Imagine a mother’s consternation at the speed at which a growing boy outgrew her hard work. Mittens, socks, scarves, sweaters, and such were hand knitted by lamplight in front of winter fires. Even hard-hewn lumbermen knit and darned their own socks. This was done by lamplight with no radio or TV to act as diversion. My grandmothers would have so laboured. This family is obviously extremely successful with resources probably not the norm, for example, in Laura Ingalls’ household.

No qualms here about child labour. If there is important work to be done on the farm there is no question about a child of nine staying home from school to work in the fields. So it was in my own Father’s day. Children were expected to earn their keep by doing chores morning and evening. Sunday might be a day of rest but the animals still had to be fed, cleaned out, and the cows milked twice a day every day without fail. And twenty-first century children accustomed to today’s permissive norms take note, a child was expected to be seen and not heard at all times including the dinner table, even fidgeting was forbidden. And discipline was iron.

The book is written from the point of view of the youngest child in a family of six. He chafes at being told he’s too young as do most babies of the family but he also idealizes his older brother and father and his boasts that theirs is the best anywhere get rather tiresome. This is not a Hardy Boys Adventure but as an artifact of its time it is priceless. In Canadian Literature Susannah Moodie and Catherine Parr Traill covered much the same territory but as spoiled upper class immigrants they did so in a most disparaging manner.