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One of my all-time favourite fantasy cycles is the Chronicles of Thomas Covenant by Stephen Donaldson. They were the first adult fantasy books I ever read other than the classics such as Tolkien. My grandfather sent me a copy of the first book in paperback when I was living in France, “You’ll like this. The cover says it all…”
Well, if it did, I have to say, I didn’t fancy it. Bear in mind the fantasy genre hadn’t come my way back then and flicking through the first chapters the style didn’t appeal, the hero was an anti-hero and even commits unspeakable acts. I didn’t care for the way the opening chapters were written and honestly, the only reason I persevered was because I had already read my way through all the English language books in the local library. Reading in French wasn’t quite as relaxing and engaged areas of the brain other than the imagination.
Then, within the pages, I met the central character of the story... and it wasn’t hero or heroine, it was the Land. I was hooked. The plot deepened and it became more than a living landscape that sang to me of my own roots and the moors of home. It became a story of the awakening of beauty in a soul to whom it had been lost, it was the opening to love and trust in a place of darkness.
“Something there is in beauty
which grows in the soul of the beholder
like a flower:
fragile --
for many are the blights which may waste
the beauty
for the beholder --
and imperishable --
for the beauty may die,
or the world may die,
but the soul in which the flower grows
survives.”
Stephen R. Donaldson
There have been many books that have made me laugh and cry… but I think few have touched such a deep place with such intimacy. Yet it is just a story… something unreal, made-up… and still, somehow the leper’s journey into his own inner darkness leads to light.
I couldn’t wait for the second series…and my horror when I found the land wasted was real. Again I had to persevere. No longer because there were things I did not like, but , as Covenant says, “This you have to understand. There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken.” And this time he wasn’t alone... there was a woman with him, Linden Avery… a doctor. And she too was broken, feeling the hurt of the Land through her physician’s senses in every pore.
I suppose you could read the books as just stories. Like most people I suspect, I don’t read that way. Imagination paints pictures into which I step and live the story with the characters and see the parallels between their stories and challenges and my own, played out in full view or hidden in symbolism within the tale. Fantasy became a firm favourite because of this depth.
“Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It's a way of understanding it.”
Lloyd Alexander
As a reader, Linden was a challenge. You couldn’t like her. She was uncomfortable, damaged, withdrawn from her own reality by hiding within the utter professionalism of the hyper-reality of medicine. There is a moment when the story breaks through her barriers and a litany commences in her mind, “You never loved me anyway.” I won’t spoil the story by telling you why, but it rose from the deep past, a child’s cry in a woman’s mind that defined the reality she believed in for herself and which built a barrier she dare not cross for fear of what the truth might really be… and for fear of finding that pain once again… fresh in memory and anew in her current situation.
It has been this phrase that has been playing through my mind the past few days as I have pondered the way in which we perceive reality; how we unconsciously… often helplessly… allow the past to layer veil after veil upon the truth of who we are and the lives we live. We construct barriers of logic and reason, and walls equally secure, if not thicker, of fantasy and emotion behind which we can hide. The rose coloured veils are perhaps the hardest to rend because they destroy our illusions of self and make us question who we are, who we think we are and why we prefer to live in the illusion rather than face the reality in the mirror. I think it is a question we must all face at some point in our lives when we begin to seek to understand rather than simply move through life day by day.
"The heart cherishes secrets not worth the telling"
Stephen R. Donaldson
Near the end of the second trilogy of the Chronicles, there is a moment of utter transcendence, which left me gasping at its beauty the first time I read it. It illustrated the power hidden, latent, within each of us to shape our lives and futures. It showed what can be achieved by the human heart that is truly open to love and learns the meaning of that much overused word ‘unconditional’. In letting go of past belief and allowing the veils of self-imposed illusion to be rent we can find a freedom to act, to live and to be in truth, accepting the sometimes inevitable hurts of life as part of the process, but knowing, quite simply, that beyond them lies a path to freedom and joy.
"Despair and bitterness are not the only songs in the world"
Stephen R. Donaldson
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