The Charwoman's Shadow

Rating:
Summary: Imaginative and stirring prose with a semi-predictable plot.
Review: This was my first exposure to Lord Dunsany and it was easy to see why he is revered by many fantasy authors of today. His prose is elegant and imbued with an unsurpassed love of language. From the very first page, as he describes a man walking in the setting sun of a mythical Spain, Dunsany's tale serves as allegory and dreamscape. Even now, I find myself drawn back to verses which beckon to be re-read.

My only complaint is with the ending. There is a point wherein I found myself cringing and asking myself, 'why doesn't the hero know this? It's obvious what the result will be!' and of course my prediction came to pass. However, this cookie cutter plot point was rescued by the fact that after that event, we see what becomes of the "villain" and how in his own way, he is as sympathetic a character as any we could hope to meet. To say more would give away too much.

All in all, it was a very enjoyable read and well worth a look.

Rating:
Summary: Imaginative and stirring prose with a semi-predictable plot.
Review: This was my first exposure to Lord Dunsany and it was easy to see why he is revered by many fantasy authors of today. His prose is elegant and imbued with an unsurpassed love of language. From the very first page, as he describes a man walking in the setting sun of a mythical Spain, Dunsany's tale serves as allegory and dreamscape. Even now, I find myself drawn back to verses which beckon to be re-read.

My only complaint is with the ending. There is a point wherein I found myself cringing and asking myself, 'why doesn't the hero know this? It's obvious what the result will be!' and of course my prediction came to pass. However, this cookie cutter plot point was rescued by the fact that after that event, we see what becomes of the "villain" and how in his own way, he is as sympathetic a character as any we could hope to meet. To say more would give away too much.

All in all, it was a very enjoyable read and well worth a look.

Rating:
Summary: Master of prose, unfairly burdened with the role of pioneer
Review: Those approaching Dunsany because of his reputation as a proto-fantasy writer (in the sense we now use "fantasy" to decribe a genre) are bound to be disappointed. Happily, he hails from an age before such labels solidified into something restrictive, and his intoxicating prose can be regarded as "fantastic" in its looser sense. He was also a good deal more versatile than the description "fantasy-writer" would suggest, at one point with five plays being staged concurrently on Broadway.

The reviewer who cites Dunsany's dreamy style hits closer to the mark. Dunsany is not about plot. He is all about atmosphere, and the joy of language. Here, as elsewhere, there is a heavy perfume in the air, and an admitted stream-of-consciousness at work. If details seem to appear out of nowhere, it is probably because they do. It is part of what makes Dunsany so fascinating. The reader is aware of a fecund imagination spontaneously drawing connections with every sentence. This is unfettered inspiration at work, and it is refreshing in a day when conformity (and bland prose) rules to encounter a writer so obviously delighting in his own personal muse. Yes, certain cells recur, mantra-like, simulating the rhythm of the ancient epics. It is the structure of instinct. Remember, Dunsany was an unrepentent anachronist, setting down all of his flowery, wonderful inspirations with a quill. He was also an Irishman, and as such, of an apparent genetic predisposition to unspool beautifully-crafted tales.

Comparisons to Tolkien are useless, and do a grave disservice to Dunsany's art. In Tolkien you find myth; in Dunsany, fable. His writings are not writings for children, as some have suggested (although I suspect children unspoiled by too much Gameboy would enjoy them), but rather fairy stories penned for adults. One needs have lived long enough to have experienced regret, and nostalgia, of the retreat of the fantastic from the more prosaic world of "maturity," to fully appreciate the special bittersweet qualities that inform most of Dunsany's fiction.

I haven't checked if it is still in print, but those who enjoy this work should definitely try and locate a copy of "Don Rodriguez: Chronicles of Shadow Valley," as it has much in common. In fact, I find it slightly perverse for Del Rey not to have published it first, as a knowledge of "Rodriguez" enriches one's understanding of the novel under consideration. You will learn more about the bowmen, and experience further enchantment (and romance) in Dunsany's imaginative Spain.

What's more, it may be the finer book.

Rating:
Summary: Master of prose, unfairly burdened with the role of pioneer
Review: Those approaching Dunsany because of his reputation as a proto-fantasy writer (in the sense we now use "fantasy" to decribe a genre) are bound to be disappointed. Happily, he hails from an age before such labels solidified into something restrictive, and his intoxicating prose can be regarded as "fantastic" in its looser sense. He was also a good deal more versatile than the description "fantasy-writer" would suggest, at one point with five plays being staged concurrently on Broadway.

The reviewer who cites Dunsany's dreamy style hits closer to the mark. Dunsany is not about plot. He is all about atmosphere, and the joy of language. Here, as elsewhere, there is a heavy perfume in the air, and an admitted stream-of-consciousness at work. If details seem to appear out of nowhere, it is probably because they do. It is part of what makes Dunsany so fascinating. The reader is aware of a fecund imagination spontaneously drawing connections with every sentence. This is unfettered inspiration at work, and it is refreshing in a day when conformity (and bland prose) rules to encounter a writer so obviously delighting in his own personal muse. Yes, certain cells recur, mantra-like, simulating the rhythm of the ancient epics. It is the structure of instinct. Remember, Dunsany was an unrepentent anachronist, setting down all of his flowery, wonderful inspirations with a quill. He was also an Irishman, and as such, of an apparent genetic predisposition to unspool beautifully-crafted tales.

Comparisons to Tolkien are useless, and do a grave disservice to Dunsany's art. In Tolkien you find myth; in Dunsany, fable. His writings are not writings for children, as some have suggested (although I suspect children unspoiled by too much Gameboy would enjoy them), but rather fairy stories penned for adults. One needs have lived long enough to have experienced regret, and nostalgia, of the retreat of the fantastic from the more prosaic world of "maturity," to fully appreciate the special bittersweet qualities that inform most of Dunsany's fiction.

I haven't checked if it is still in print, but those who enjoy this work should definitely try and locate a copy of "Don Rodriguez: Chronicles of Shadow Valley," as it has much in common. In fact, I find it slightly perverse for Del Rey not to have published it first, as a knowledge of "Rodriguez" enriches one's understanding of the novel under consideration. You will learn more about the bowmen, and experience further enchantment (and romance) in Dunsany's imaginative Spain.

What's more, it may be the finer book.

Rating:
Summary: Classic book, but not that good
Review: You should read this book- but not because it has a good plot, or because the characters are interesting- but because it is a classic and the author has a gift for language. Reading it is like eating some stale bread filled with treats- it is painful to endure, but the morsels inside make it bearable.

The plot is basically- lame, lame, lame. The characters do not rise much above the plot. The magnificent thing about this book is that it was written before most other modern fantasy works- and it set the stage for them. Thus, it is worth reading to see how it influenced the genre. The author also has a clever wit and a gift for language. However, many of the scenes seem simply poorly thought out- which seems impossible because others have a deep intracacy. It is almost as if he were writing down a tale he was saying aloud- and in which he was forgetting certain bits and overemphasizing others.

However, with all that said- you should read the book. It disappoints me, but is fascinating at the same time. The culture of the 20's must have been unbearable to live in, if the book is any reflection whatsoever of the time period.

It isn't a very long story, so it isn't really a waste of time even if you don't like it. It is like taking medicine- your responsibility to be a complete fantasy reader.