casual chat brings to life,
online comment threads.
casual chat brings to life,
online comment threads.
Gentle sun through clouds,
mixed with red glowing brake lights.
I’d prefer a train.
Split the morning watch,
keep two wild boys entertained,
to get better sleep.
The Ocean at the End of the Lane is my second foray into Neil Gaiman’s fantastical storytelling, and I am in awe once again, as I was when I read Stardust.
Gaiman has an otherworldly knack for telling modern fairytales, both as a writer and as a narrator. I listened to the audiobook version of this novel, which Gaiman himself narrates.
The Ocean at the End of the Lane is a fascinating exploration of memory, friendship, and the underpinnings of existence itself.
Told from the perspective of a jaded adult remembering a fantastical experience he had as a young boy, this story is full of wonder, fear, and anxiety about the world of grown-ups and other things as can only be seen through the eyes of a child.
The story begins when the protagonist, unnamed, goes on a drive to get away from the drudgery of a funeral he is attending.
He soon finds himself driving to the lane where he grew, where his house no longer stands, and at the old farmhouse at the end of the lane. He doesn’t quite understand why, but he seems to be drawn to this place. He speaks with the old woman over a spot of tea, then goes to sit by the pond out back, which the little girl he used to know there called an ocean. Then, the memories flood back to him.
This framework story toys with the idea of memory, why we remember the things we do and may be better off not, or remember the things we don’t when those things could change our lives, our very existence.
The Ocean at the End of the Lane is a rich story that weaves these concepts deftly in and out of the narrative, so you only ever feel like you’re hearing a fairytale, and not a lecture on childhood memory and the forgotten perceptions of adulthood.
Gaiman masterfully narrates the audiobook as well. Having listened to two of his novels on audiobook, and never having read the print copies, it’s actually difficult for me to imagine not hearing these stories told in his deliberate, inquisitive, and soothing narrative style. Other than Jonathan Keeble’s raucous delivery of The Saxon Stories, I can’t think of a narrator who so intrinsically captures the tone of the story they’re reading, let alone an author capturing their own work. Gaiman brings a level of depth to his characters, dialog, and descriptions that I might be able to conjure myself if I read the print version.
Sun crests earlier,
greeted by excited smiles.
Please go back to bed.
October has come, and gone and so has Halloween. I used to love Halloween, but I haven’t done much to celebrate it in recent years.
Our 4-year-old is now all in. He dressed as a bat this year, and he chose the 1-year-old’s costume as the Hungry, Hungry Caterpillar, which was just a top-notch suggestion.
I think I’ll have to get more into it next year.
Not quite. I finished two character outlines, made good progress on the third, and need to work on the fourth.
I definitely feel like these outlines will help me write more confidently once I return to my partial first draft for The Warden of Eveefeld: Legacy.
I just need to finish them.
Once that’s done, I might try to expand each character outline into a more detailed story outline. I’m not sure how I’ll go about that quite yet.
I’m not planning to participate in National Novel Writing Month this year. The timing just isn’t right for me, and I’d rather focus my attention on other story things.
Yes, and I came close to finishing four. I powered through two consecutive books in The Saxon Stories series. You can see a dual review of those here. Then I read The Moor’s Account by Laila Lalami, which I reviewed here. I enjoyed all three.
I’m still working through A Memory of Light, the final tome in The Wheel of Time series. I’m going at a steady pace with this one, and I’m happy with it. I’ve been reading this series for too long to sprint through the ending.
Not really, at least not to the extent I wanted. I have definitely been a little more active day to day, which is progress. But I’d still like to add in a few solid routine days each week.
Tread over old ground,
some changed or worn like gnarled roots,
I’ve finished listening to The Moor’s Account by Laila Lalami on Audible. I don’t recall where I heard about this novel or Lalami, but this has been sitting in my Audible library for at least a year, so I’m glad I finally got around to it.
This historical fiction is an alternative telling of the Narvaez expedition to La Florida in 1527, as told by Mustafa al-Zamori, a Moroccan slave of one of the Spanish captains on the expedition.
I largely enjoyedthis story. Its steady pace and focus on the characters’ relationships with each other made it easy to follow. While Lalami’s writing style is descriptive, it was not bogged down by overly detailed accounts of supplies or facts about the expedition.
Although the plot was not particularly dramatic or suspenseful, it was a stark and authentic window into the human condition during hardship. How we fracture or come together. How we forge bonds with each other through shared experiences. And how those bonds of fellowship wither under external pressures.
These questions were pondered by Mustafa throughout the story, eventually landing in a satisfying, if not especially profound manner. Mustafa was a sympathetic protagonist and narrator who, despite the mistakes of his past, was determined to carve a life for himself out of extraordinary circumstances. His self-described place as a storyteller was a perfect vehicle for the light exploration of the contradictory narratives of the expedition told by those who survived.
This story is not a revisionist history of the Narvaez expedition; it does not delve deeply enough into the historiography of Spanish imperialism for that. It is a worthy story told from a deliberate and alternative perspective, and I found that sufficient.
I’m definitely interested in Lalami’s other work having read this.
gathered in autumn’s breeze for
love, life, and bubbles.
Season one of The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power is in the books, and I, for one, am mostly pleased with how this season went. Here is my review of this show, where I will talk freely about everything that happened.
Overall, I really enjoyed this show. The car was incredible, each of the storylines was fulfilling and had something to offer. Morfydd Clark’s portrayal of Galadriel is among my favorite performances in recent memory. Clark’s smoldering rage, steadfast determination, sword and riding skills, and empathetic story perfectly encapsulated such an iconic literary character.
The Harfoot plot was endearing and ultimately paid off with our very own Gandalf-like figure. In fascinated by the power this Istar may wield in future seasons.
The friendship between Elrond and Durin was heartfelt and funny. I just wish they hadn’t discovered the massive vein of mithril or woken the Balrog so quickly.
The Numenorean plot was intriguing, but I honestly expected a little more politicking there. Elendil feels like a strong character going forward.
Arondir, Bronwyn, Theo, and the Southlanders had some cool encounters with the Orks. I’m definitely looking forward to seeing more of Adar, who was somehow a sympathetic character despite wanting to block out the sun.
And Halbrand. I didn’t want him to be Sauron, but it became too obvious not to be true. His confrontation with Galadriel in the finale was legitimately unsettling.
My main gripe with this show is the pacing. I think they could have really benefited from at least two more episodes to draw out Halbrand’s trickery with Celebrimbor. My understanding is the production schedule was disrupted by the pandemic, so here’s hoping season two can be produced and released on time.
The Rings of Power was entertaining and recaptured the magic of Peter Jackson’s trilogy while adding new characters and new lore. I think this show’s biggest achievement is how much it feels like Tolkien, like Middle Earth. That’s a testament to all the details of dialog, set design, and story that the showrunners pieced together.
I’m already looking forward to a rewatch in preparation for season two.
How did you feel about The Rings of Power?