Published 1985
I bought this book thinking I knew what to expect. A year or two ago I read an article which discussed it, along with Elidor
by Alan Garner (one of my favourite books growing up), as examples of
British myths retold with a contemporary setting. I can't find the
article now, but I remember it left me with an impression of a
re-telling, based on the Scottish ballads of Tam Lin and Thomas the
Rhymer), that was as gritty as Garner's treatment of the Mabinogion. I
was interested, but there was no sense of urgency about reading it,
particularly since I couldn't find a copy for sale in the UK. The Once Upon a Time II Challenge,
though, spurred me to search again and, this time, patience was
rewarded and I found an affordable copy which was soon winging its way
across the Atlantic (I can't imagine why it's so hard to get here).
And
boy, was patience ever rewarded! Now, I readily admit to being an easy
target (my second son was named for Tam Lin – a dangerous move, I
realise in retrospect, you shouldn't dangle a tempting treat under Queen
Mab's nose like that, and I once considered buying a dreadful house in
Earlston simply because the town was the birthplace of Thomas the
Rhymer) but I have found a book to enjoy re-reading for years to come.
Nineteen-year-old Polly is reading a book of modern fairy stories when she begins to recall echoes of a set of memories about the childhood friend who gave her books of folktales and myths. How have the memories of this person, and the events of her childhood, been suppressed? She sets out to retrace these events, gradually recalling her meeting with Tom Lynn at a funeral, the beginnings of their friendship, and their joint creation of the heroes Tan Coul and his assistant, Hero, whose adventures come true, after a fashion, for Polly and Tom.
Early
in the book I found myself intrigued by the way in which the lives of
Polly and Tom were being gradually interwoven by the author, in parallel
to the way in which they weave their tales, often at a distance. The
reader is caught up almost as the third strand of the plait, much in the
way that the interaction between storyteller and listener was an
intrinsic part of the telling of ballads. Like Polly, we can see that
some of the characters are not necessarily what they seem, but can only
guess at their reality based on their words and actions and, as her
memories begin to unfold, it is as if we share the experience through
the process of reading them. We have embarked, with Polly, on a journey
of rediscovery, which will lead to a riddle to solve; and like Janet, in
the ballad, all her resolve and tenacity will be tested.
Hemlock
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