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Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. No current Talk conversations about this book. This is the final book in the "Arthur" trilogy. I admit that I try to read any version of the Arthurian legends that comes across my path, but I think that this is one of the better ones. Keneally-Morrison describes it in her afterword as a consolidation and lists out the impressive number and range of books she has referenced in writing it. It is as original as it can be, the original Earth based stories becoming prophecies of a far future. This third book ties up the loose ends and brings us a thrilling grail quest, a moving death of Arthur and the setting up of the "once and future king" with lots of magic, spaceships and bardery. The characters are always interesting, and there are lots of them and the writing is good. The story is very moving in places and it held my interest throughout. If you are an Arthur buff then I recommend this very highly. ( ) Lyrical passages do exist in this book but they are few and far between. The Hedge of Mist took me forever to complete because I kept falling asleep. It’s peppered with unpronounceable Gaelic names that appear to be made up by letting a cat walk across the key board. Saying that -- still the text was beautifully copy edited because I found not a single typo. I think first person was a poor choice for point of view in this 516 page tale. It was impossible for me to suspend my disbelief and think of the narrator as male. For most of the 516 pages the author told what was going on – I would have preferred to be shown. The plotting read like a video game. I’m not sure if the language was pretentious or beyond me but either way I found myself going back and rereading parts when it appeared that I had missed what had happened during the first reading. Here are a few of the lyrical passages; .As parents, our overriding instinct is to protect; but our equally compelling duty is to push our cherished chicks from the nest. I felt a short sharp flare of utterly unreasonable annoyance. Supper! Please! I wished only to go on reading all night, all next day, .that. was the only hunger I needed to feed just now. Slaying – even in battle, even for cause – is an alteration in [karma] unlike all others, for slayer and slain alike. Though it can like other alterings be lawfully made, it sets up a vibration, a resonance that will sound in the end through both. I wonder who she is really writing about here; That is often so, with figures larger than life, as I have noticed down the years. Alive, such persons are too strong and vital and, well, alive for us; they have wills and wishes of their own, they can thwart us and deny us and change on us. But dead, these folk become fair game for admirers and detractors alike unfairly to pursue with the intent of alteration. Their lives and realities are blithely ignored, so that needy admirers can bend them to their own use; or half-truths are flung out like rotting wheat, allowing envious cowardly detractors, who would never in a thousand lifetimes have enough courage to live as their victims had done, to raise crops of malice and spite. And the ones they use for these evil practices cannot defend themselves; and if those who know the truth are brave enough or angry enough to speak out against all this, they themselves are denounced, and the sham goes on. This passage on when the muse strikes was wonderful; .You will be sitting doing some chore or other, or nothing, and then coming in from nowhere will be a sort of insistent tugging that cannot be ignored, be you never so absorbed or so idle. And you will get the instrument of your craft as a lover goes to the beloved. And then – the clearest and best I can put it is that you will be .used.. Something will take you up to do its will in just the same way as you do take up your instrument. You are a means no more, to set down what needs, what wills, to take form; and which does the inestimable honor of choosing you to do it. no reviews | add a review
VOLUME THREE OF THE TALES OF ARTHUR All the glorious action, romance, chivalry and intrigue of the Arthurian court – in another world, among the stars. In 'The Hedge of Mist' Kennealy-Morrison brings all her epic themes and characters to a moving and triumphant resolution – through a Grail Quest unlike any other before it: the betrayal of the King by his own sister, the doomed fight of a loyal knight for the Queen he once loved, to the departure of Arthur and his true Companions, in grace and in glory, to the hidden refuge where they must sleep until their prophesied return, sending them all, with Taliesin's voice and harp to tell of it, into the timelessness and endlessness of a once and future tale. "In a class with Anne McCaffrey's 'Pern' novels . . . as good as the work of Julian May"FANTASY REVIEW "Kennealy expresses in loving detail the magic and wonder of celtic legend . . . highly recommended"LIBRARY JOURNAL "A highly effective combination of celtic mythology, SF and fantasy . . . absorbing . . . an imaginatively wrought and scrupulously detailed series"BOOKLIST No library descriptions found. |
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