Maybe I'm just not looking in the right places, but it seems harder and harder to find standalone Fantasy novels. Everyone seems into trilogies (especially if you're writing YA) and long series. I get it. Why spend all that time world-building for just one novel? But, even so, sometimes I don't want to invest in a long saga or three-parter. I just want a great Fantasy read. And with The Little Country, I found one. Not too long, but meaty and very satisfying. No new languages to learn or worlds to get to know, but also full of magic and wonder and somehow presenting the known world in a way that feels fresh and unusual. My husband's ancient copy of this book has numerous endorsements on the jacket from luminaries ranging from Andre Norton to Robert Jordan, and I agree with them all.
My complaints were fairly minor. The biggest is the character of Lena Grant. I just found her entirely too convenient. Nothing about her seemed authentic. She's at first portrayed as a total stereotypical rich society girl. Then, with very little time and interaction, she's suddenly in love with a male protagonist and rethinking all her ways. She flat out rapes said male protagonist, and though she later apologizes, it's like she's just apologizing for being a jerk. The entire incident has no real gravity, nor does her own subsequent rape by another character seem to have any serious impact on her. Without giving anything away, I'll just say that there is sort of an explanation as to why she doesn't blame her rapist for his actions, but still, she just brushes it off like it's nothing. Pretty much everything about her bothered me and if she'd been more integral to the plot it might have undermined my appreciation for the story, but as it is, I'm just taking away some "points" for it. My second biggest complaint is likewise not an important character and I can't say too much about her without spoiling things, but let's say this: Connie is also a total stereotype/cliche, and she likewise had a pretty sudden change of heart with very little to prompt it, making her turnabout also feel too contrived and neat. She could have just disappeared after playing her role and that would have been fine.
Overall, though, I really liked this story. Just a wonderful, classic fairytale. Everything I like best about Charles de Lint is at work here--weaving myth and legend with religion and reality, philosophical insights, challenging mainstream views with "what ifs," beautiful prose, gorgeous authentic-feeling landscapes. And extra bonuses: sociopath villains, ceremonial magicians, and super geeking out about books and music. It was especially interesting to read this on the heels of my journey through his Newford books, where the mythology is heavily influenced by Native American spirituality, whereas this one is set in a tiny village in Cornwall. If you're looking for a good standalone (urban--not "high") fantasy read, don't miss this one! (And if you have others to recommend to me, please do!)