‘Leiyatel’s Embrace’ is a warm comforter of a novel. Clive Johnson brings us a rich punch made from an ancient recipe and full of things to make us feel good. And yet, it has a kick to it which takes the reader by surprise.
The characters are from another world, but ring true in this one. Their names – Falmeard, Penolith, Nephril – have an ancient and Tolkienish feel to them and when they speak, it is in a manner which is a bottomless chasm away from our sound bite society. They fear not the adjective nor adverb, nor are they shy to say forty words when ten would have done.
Johnson’s people live in a land which he has created, with craggy mountains, broad plains, rambling castles and ancient dwellings. This land is a character in the story, but never dominates. Rather, the reader is absorbed into its many facets and feels comfortable to be part of it and its many wonderful place names. The story and its setting bring to mind ‘The Lord of The Rings,” but there are no orcs, or ents or elfs in this tale.
The plot is a long, slow simmer of an affair with a clever twist at the end which brings the reader back to where he or she started, blinking in surprise. Leiyatel and her embrace turn out to bear no relation to anything that this reader conjectured from the novel’s title and the ancient source of life’s energy and meaning turns out to have more in common with aspects of science than ancient legend. Very clever, Mr. Johnson.
‘Leiyatel’s Embrace’ is a story which can be read on several levels. As an adventure which is about a people’s response to threat and possible extinction, interwoven with the history of a fictional land and the relationships between the various characters, it works well. But there is a deeper level, open to interpretation by the reader, which is about our own situation as a human race, the challenges that we face and, especially, our ability to be able to deal with our spiritual and physical power without creating the seeds of our own destruction.
Ultimately, for all the story’s many qualities, it is Johnson’s expressive and rich prose which carries the reader along. This is a novel to be savoured rather than rushed, preferably over a cup of hot chocolate or, perhaps, some mulled wine.
I thoroughly recommend it and look forward to reading the sequel.