Five Years Ago This Month: May 2014

Five years ago this month...

...I wrote about Calgary Expo. This was the last time I went to a big con, and I think my burnout has finally dissipated. Next stop, WorldCon?

...I was distracted.

I also looked up Stella Ella Ola
on Wikipedia for some reason.
It gets very specific.

R68. Mythago Wood by Robert Holdstock

Year Published: 1984
Pages: 332

First Sentence: Edward—
You must come back to the Lodge.

Mythago Wood by Robert Holdstock | Two Hectobooks

Review:
I first encountered Robert Holdstock's Mythago Wood in its novella form in the really excellent short story collection, The Secret History of Fantasy, edited by Peter S. Beagle (the man, the legend). It's the second last story in that collection. I remember very clearly sitting on my couch reading this story one day and the heater made a noise or something, and I was so startled that I almost dropped the book.

From what I can recall and based on a quick flip through my copy of the collection, the first section of the novel, called "Mythago Wood," is basically the same as the text of the novella. This is a story about Steve Huxley, who returns to his childhood home in England after fighting in the Second World War, and discovers that his older brother has become obsessed with the nearby Ryhope Wood, a forest that their father also studied for many years prior to his death. There's a run on sentence for you. The first part of the novel is mainly about the interactions between the two brothers, and each of their interactions with Ryhope Wood. This is an old growth forest that has interesting energies within it that generate myth images (mythagos) from many different eras of legend. The wood seems to actively work to keep people from entering into its furthest reaches.

This is quite an excellent book, and although I didn't recapture the level of absorption that I had on my first read, there are definitely eerie and atmospheric bits in the book that are really effective. Holdstock is really good at descriptive writing that engages all the senses, even if he sometimes leans too hard on bad smells. But he's right up there with Marilynne Robinson when it comes to leaves and water. Everything that happens in the book, despite being fantastic, feels very grounded in the world the author describes, or in other words it all feels internally consistent somehow despite the fact that it seems almost anything could happen.

My one issue, which ended up being more of a big deal than I would've liked, was with the mythago Guiwenneth. She's a mythic figure from the Bronze Age, who supplies motivation for all of the male characters in the book, and whose portrayal made me a bit uncomfortable, as being someone who just exists for the sake of said male characters. There's a very easy counterargument to this though: that's literally what all of the mythagos are. The people who enter the wood generate the mythagos from their subconscious (this probably seems spoilery but I promise you it comes up early and also this book is way more about the journey than about any specific plot points). So whatever any incarnation of Guiwenneth is, that incarnation was created by the male characters, both according to the myth and according to their own preconceptions about women. Not sure if she could be anything other than a Celtic Princess Dream Girl under those circumstances.

There are only a couple of other female characters in the book and only one of those has a speaking role. However, she's kind of awesome, and both of these two characters demonstrate how the Wood has basically ruined the human relationships of the men who explore it. I'm not sure if that should be applauded or not but whatever. It's a good book, people.

This isn't an exciting adventure fantasy novel. It's a slow burn, atmospheric and thoughtful. I recommend it to fans of House of Leaves who are also fans of Guy Gavriel Kay.

NB: This book is one of the entries on my Classics Club list! -M.R.

Current Distractions, April 2019 Edition

I'm pretty sure I always say this, but April has absolutely flown by in the most astonishing way. The beginning of the month is a blur after hosting my sister's bridal shower and I've kind of been recovering from the first week of it ever since.

Swimming
My cumulative swim distance total for the year is now up to 60km, which is very exciting. I had a bit of a setback and skipped a week at the beginning of the month, and have been feeling the effects of that break ever since, but that's just made me want to swim even more. I also have an open water swim twinkle in my eye that I'm trying to relax about until I can hop in a lake and actually go for a short swim sometime this summer.

Reading
Henderson the Rain King by Saul Bellow
Record of a Spaceborn Few by Becky Chambers
A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe
Mothers of Massive Resistance by Elizabeth Gillespie McRae
The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters
Native Son by Richard Wright

Listening
The Babysitter's Club Club (a podcast)
Some band called The Once

Watching
GLOW
The OA season 2
RuPaul's Drag Race
Not Avengers Endgame yet