The Wandering Fire by Guy Gavriel Kay

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The Wandering Fire by Guy Gavriel Kay


My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Sequel to The Summer Tree. More epic fantasy. It's the middle of a trilogy, so the evil becomes eviler and everyone maneuvers for the coming war.

Okay, I finally put my finger on something here.

What could he do though? What was in him to deny what had been laid down? These were dark times, maybe the very darkest times of all. He had been marked. His legs would walk even if his heart and courage stayed behind. It was better, he knew, to have the heart and soul go too, to make the offering run deeper and go true.

That's a really difficult idea of agency, right there. These books are all about people acting out pieces of stories – arthurian, most prominently – and how patterns repeat and how sometimes they break. And that's something you can only look at straight on in epic fantasy, you know? Where it's literally a question of being the vessel moved through a course by various wild magics. And that's awkward for me, psychologically, and also complicated on a narrative level, because you still have to maintain . . . tension. Uncertainty. Strain on the fabric. Internal character friction that isn't just 'woe is me, I am chosen by the gods.'

Which Kay does. Very much so. But in ways that make me go hmm because they are about the edged difficulty of choosing to be doing – choosing to be sacrificing – when you already have to be. Does that make sense?

Um. I liked the book, I should maybe mention?

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Comments

[readerjane]

I'll be interested to see what you think; whether their purpose in the structure works out the way you suspect.

Tigana, Arbonne and Sarantine were all firmly land-locked in their fantasy worlds, so there wasn't any divide between that and our world to be bridged.

I think, when I started reading The Summer Tree, that I subconsciously expected the divide to feel like Narnia. But ST's our-world environment is much closer to our contemporary one than world-war England. In a way, both the English and the Narnian environments were fantasy to me. Maybe that contributed to smoothing the awkward edge between them.