The Folk of the Air

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Summary: Folk of the Air
Review: Beagle seems to me to be a wise-guy author in the same way that racehorses sometimes are wise-guy horses. Those who know, or think they know, insist that every race is gonna be a winner. Or that the author is really the greatest unsung genius in the history of specfic.

The horses don't always win, and I could continue the analogy, but it's probably clear.

Folk of the Air is a competent urban fantasy. (Probably more like a 3 1/2 than a 3, really.) To me, its best feature was the well-characterized portrayal of an SCA-like organization. Sentence-level writing is smooth with a "transparent" style. There's little in the characterization, plot or concepts that I can point to and say "this is flawed". (Except for the idea that a sword could *cut* armor. I don't think so, but then, I'm not in the SCA.)

But the book didn't seem to have much emotional impact. I kept waiting for the big thing to happen, the moment of drama, the resolution of the "SCA" theme, and though battles and duels of wizardry do take place... it comes off a little flat to me, a little indecisive, as if the author doesn't really, on some level, believe in his own material.

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Summary: Brilliant Failures, Part I
Review: Beagle's least-esteemed novel does not deserve much of the critical spleen that has been vented in its direction. To be certain, the novel falls down in a variety of ways, and it is not nearly as coherent or simply apprehensible a book as his The Last Unicorn or A Fine and Private Place (not that either of those books is all that facile, either).

Many reviewers savaged The Folk of the Air when it was first published, failing to see what is, or should be, obvious: the novel is a more interesting failure than most conventional successes. I have read many novels, both in and out of the fantasy genre, that cleave more closely to most people's expectations for "a good read," but I almost never feel compelled to reread them. Folk of the Air, on the other hand, is a tattered vade mecum that I want to loan to everyone I know (but dread losing for fear of never being able to return to its more sublime and wrenching characters and scenes).

What is the book about? I'll eschew banal summarization: Folk of the Air is about the joy and the danger of wearing masks and playing roles; about the vital part fantasy itself plays in all our lives; and about the melancholy that accompanies growing older, when the masks begin to crumble, the roles to seem shopworn, and the fantasy to pall.

And yet, Beagle suggests, to cast aside the irrational pleasures of role-play and magic-making is as tragic as clinging too fervently to them. We rightly fear being trapped underneath our disguises, he implies, but need them all the same.

The beauties of loss, of unrecoverable time, of regret, and of the noble, desperate denial of all of the above, permeate the novel. If you ever outgrew an imaginary friend, a Dungeons & Dragons adventure, or a madcap lover, Folk of the Air will resonate with the deep, painful places where you store your most cherished, vanished memories.

Please don't imagine that the novel is lachrymose or gloomy; Joe Farrell is at once hangdog and breezy, and Beagle's inimitable wit leavens the proceedings nicely. Of special note are Farrell's reactions to several of his "stupid" jobs, which must be read to be believed.

The supporting characters, from Ben Kassoy to Julie Tanikawa to poor, deadly Aiffe, are all well-drawn and compelling. And Beagle's language is as superb as ever: an exquisite tapestry of metaphor, precise diction, and wistful irony.

The ending is a dreadful mess, but that didn't stop Neuromancer from being a smash, now did it? (If you feel that you understand it perfectly, please don't mail me your insights. I agree with the sentiment expressed in Beagle's short story "Julie's Unicorn": perfect expression and understanding of an artistic subject can be a terrible prison. I can live with ambiguity.)

Folk of the Air is sadly out of print as of this writing; make it your personal quest to track a copy down. Save your newfound treasure for a beautiful autumn weekend; it's worth waiting until that most lovely and longing of seasons to start your journey to the Avicenna of myth and memory with Farrell and company.

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Summary: Folk of the Air
Review: Folk of the Air is a fantasy that I grew to love after two readings. Like all Beagle's novels, this one creates a world that is at once fantastic and humdrum, incredible and believable in a mixture that only a master like Peter S. Beagle can concoct.

The characters in this story have Beagle's trademark stamp of realism about them; you feel you know these people like your own family. How does Beagle do it? He manages to weave the petty details of day to day living into his stories in such a manner as to make his worlds come alive. The people seem too real for fiction, even though you know that the marvelous magic of this world is, sadly, all too missing from ours.

Anyone who has met the Society for Creative Anachronism will instantly recognize the behavior they encounter in this story; against the backdrop of medieval jousting tournament reenactments we meet a goddess, a man who can channel a Viking, and a talented young witch who gets dangerously involved with an evil spirit.

I can highly recommend this book and may some intelligent publisher pick it up and give it the distribution it deserves, that new generations of readers can discover Beagle's magic anew.

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Summary: Deserves to be reprinted
Review: Folk of the Air is a fantasy that I grew to love after two readings. Like all Beagle's novels, this one creates a world that is at once fantastic and humdrum, incredible and believable in a mixture that only a master like Peter S. Beagle can concoct.

The characters in this story have Beagle's trademark stamp of realism about them; you feel you know these people like your own family. How does Beagle do it? He manages to weave the petty details of day to day living into his stories in such a manner as to make his worlds come alive. The people seem too real for fiction, even though you know that the marvelous magic of this world is, sadly, all too missing from ours.

Anyone who has met the Society for Creative Anachronism will instantly recognize the behavior they encounter in this story; against the backdrop of medieval jousting tournament reenactments we meet a goddess, a man who can channel a Viking, and a talented young witch who gets dangerously involved with an evil spirit.

I can highly recommend this book and may some intelligent publisher pick it up and give it the distribution it deserves, that new generations of readers can discover Beagle's magic anew.

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Summary: Fantasy both funny and serious
Review: This book is unmistakably written in Peter S. Beagle's style. It starts out with Joe Farrell returning to Avicenna, California, a town he has not seen in ten years. He has picked up a hitchhiker who tries to rob him. His method for escaping without surrendering his money or his life is the first hysterical thing about this book. All the characters in this book alternate from funny to serious (or, in the case of the second major character, Sia, from odd to odder). The things that are revealed in the book lead naturally to an ending that, as in The Last Unicorn, seems to solve nothing but is nevertheless a satisfactory ending. I'm hoping to find and read A Fine and Private Place soon, and anything else he has written. There are only two things wrong with this book: once you read it, you have read one more thing that Peter S. Beagle has written; and it's too short.