fairy path

HRcollageA side effect of reading (and teaching) fairy tales: things encountered on the forest path seem just a little less ordinary…

 

true names

In Susan Cooper’s The Dark is Rising, young Will Stanton is warned against revealing his true name, as it can be used to conjure against him by the enemy.

Sound familiar? The Eragon and Earthsea series get a lot of mileage from the discovery and use of true names. In the Harry Potter books they call Voldemort “You-Know-Who” to avoid inadvertently attracting his attention. Without any research we can trace this well-worn fantasy trope back at least as far as Rumpelstiltskin, wherein the gold-spinning troll will relinquish the Queen’s firstborn child only if she can guess his name.

Christenings and other infant naming ceremonies still radiate the aura of our old beliefs in the sacred power of names. Now that I’m realizing how important names are in my sons’ favorite books, I sort of wish we’d bestowed them with secret names, as well as their legal ones. Maybe carved a rune-tablet or medallion to present to each of them at puberty’s onset, some solemn avowal of their special destiny in the world.

I suppose we could always invent such things retrospectively. Solicit their creative input, or–oooh!–have them keep their true name even from their parents, and show only the symbols they choose to represent it.  How romantic is that??

I smell another rainy-Saturday craft session in the works…

excited!

Soon, very soon (pant, pant):. . .A Game of Thrones is coming to TV!

click to watch the HBO teaser!

I read a lot of fantasy in high school, but never very diligently.  I’d get halfway through a book and lose interest–too much world-building, not enough kissing.  Or I’d begin a series and switch after a couple of volumes.  The hardcore fantasy buffs who were my go-to source for these reading lists (I was going to say these were a group of nerdy boys, but they weren’t a group; they were pretty isolated from each other as well as everyone else) were shocked and dismayed by my fickleness and flagrant author-hopping.

But to George R. R. Martin I have been faithful from Page One.  Those who know his work will appreciate just how faithful this is: there must be at least 3000 pages in the Song of Fire and Ice series.  For most of Summer-Fall 2009 I lived in Westeros with the sad-fated Starks and stormborn Targaryens and made only brief visits home.

I highly recommend losing yourself in these books before you watch the show.  They’re not just for fans of the genre.  They’re for anyone who loves good writing, cataclysmic plotting, earthmoving passion, and a generous salting of supernatural spookery.