shewhomust: (puffin)
I started my reading for the Diana Wynne Jones conference with A Sudden Wild Magic: it had been mentioned at the earlier gathering in Newcastle as her book for adults, and I hadn't been able to place it. The subject matter - a group of women on a mission to disrupt a celibate male society - may justify that 'adult' descriptor, but there's a broadness to the humour which I initially found quite off-putting, and even when I adjusted to that, I didn't feel that I was reading something more grown-up than say, Hexwood, published the following year. Maybe that's why the two had become tangled in my mind. But when I took A Sudden Wild Magic from the shelf, I also dislodged Minor Arcana: one of the stories in this collection was described in the author's introduction as "one of the first adult stories I wrote", so I decided to take the hint and stay with that theme.

That story is The True State of Affairs, and it is quite unlike A Sudden Wild Magic. It is also quite unlike anything else in Minor Arcana. The Sage of Theare is a fun time paradox, featuring Chrestomanci, and a bunch of gods (if you wanted to consider DWJ's treatment of gods, this would be a useful data point). The pleasure of The Master is in the way the tale unfolds, which I wouldn't want to spoiler even if I had anything else to say about it. File The Girl who loved the Sun also under classicism, the Metamorphoses considered from the other side of the glass. Dragon Reserve, Home Eight is SF with dragons, and an interesting family structure - but also the standard fantasy trope of the outlawed talent. What the Cat told me is an equally familiar set-up, the wicked magician, his apprentice and the cat, but this time the cat gets to tell the story. nad and Dan adn Quaffy is widely anthologised; it always reminds me of Only You Can Save Mankind, which it pre-dates. I don't think that the short story is DWJ's medium, but none of these is less than entertaining.

And then there's The True State of Affairs, which is something else again. )
shewhomust: (puffin)
And so, at last, to the point of this re-reading - to the reason, that is, why I chose to re-read these particular books by Diana Wynne Jones, rather than one of my favourites. I had been thinking of The Crown of Dalemark as enjoyable enough, but unnecessary, closing off the land of Dalemark, tidying up its loose ends - only they weren't loose ends, they were open ends, which is different. I'd found it confusing, too, leaving me with a sense that things didn't quite match my recollections - but that my memories of the earlier books weren't clear enough to be sure why, or even whether I was just misremembering. (Looking now at my book diary for 1993, this discomfort was balanced by several things I had liked, including that very neatness, that sense of completion which in retrospect grated on me. Do I contradict myself? Very well...)

Cut for long and rambling )

I remain, then, as ambivalent about The Crown of Dalemark as I was the first time round, though not necessarily for the same reasons. And yet, if it isn't Diana Wynne Jones at her very best, it is still a big absorbing book full of magical pleasures. All of this thinking is retrospective; while I was reading it I was just enjoying the ride, the journey through a landscape, the green uplands haunted by the traces of its own past, but also by Maewen's knowledge of its future. This was wonderful - and with the curious extra twist that I had only recently read Jo Walton's wonderful Among Others, and the fairy-haunted industrial ruins of her Welsh landscape overlay Dalemark in my mind's eye (there was a plot echo, too, which I won't spoiler by discussing here)
shewhomust: (puffin)
The Spellcoats, as I was saying, is something else again. Where the first two books work as a diptych, taking place simultaneously, enlarging and reflecting each other, this unlikely sequel - well, spoiler. I suppose, although if we're going to be purist about this, even printing the word Dalemark on the cover is a spoiler )

I had forgotten how very good The Spellcoats is. Much as I love Drowned Ammet, this feels like a step up to another level. It also feels perfect of itself: it isn't harmed by its insertion in the Dalemark sequence, but it gives more than it gains from the association.
shewhomust: (puffin)
Reading Cart and Cwidder purely at the level of the story, I was glad that I had started my Dalemark reread with Drowned Ammet: I had witnessed the unlucky landfall of the Northerners in Holand, and watched what happened to them, before hearing about it at second hand; and I knew something of life in the South, so I knew that Moril's dreams of freedom in the North did have some contact with reality. This is perverse, because while the two books weren't necessarily written to be read the other way round, that's the way their first readers must have read them, as they were published. I can only conclude that despite the two year (and two book) gap between them, the two books must have developed together in the author's mind, and I wonder how far that is true of the Quartet as a whole: The Spellcoats follows after the same interval, but there is then a long gap before The Crown of Dalemark. Well, time for that sort of question when I've read those books.

Turning to Cart and Cwidder, I certainly felt that I was reading a much earlier book, one that lacks the dash and inventiveness of Drowned Ammet. I don't want to describe it as 'pedestrian', given the believability and liveliness of the characters, individually and in their interactions with each other, and how much fun it is; but that's the word that lurks at the tip of my tongue. The narrative thread of the journey homeward from enemy territory, the mysterious passenger (and initially disliked), the object of power whose use the hero must master in order to save the day - the use Diana Wynne Jones makes of these is all her own, but the structure itself holds few surprises. Necessarily so, because Moril's yearning to live the life of the heroes of legend is counterpointed with the reader's awareness that his life is the stuff our our fictions, even before it's never too late for a spoiler cut )
shewhomust: (puffin)
Unlike the people whose memories of Diana Wynne Jones I've been reading since the weekend, I have no personal connection with her. I never met her, and her books didn't change my life (by the time Wilkin's Tooth was published, I was already in my 20s). But for almost 40 years I've been following her, reading and re-reading, loving some of the books more than others and never less than enjoying them (well, I was a bit baffled by Changeover, which I found in Newcastle Library while trawling the adult shelves in the hope that A Tale of Time City might have ended up there - but I think that's fair enough). I'm going to miss her. Luckily, the books are still here, and she is immensely re-readable. And I have been promising myself a re-reading of the Dalemark Quartet for a very long time - quite possibly since I first read The Crown of Dalemark, which would make it not a re-reading but a first reading of the quartet as a whole.

Such things are inevitably spoilerish. Pass the cut at your own risk )

And it's late, but if I go to bed now there might just be time for a chapter of Cart and Cwidder.

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