*** 4.35 ***
A buddy read with the Fantasy Buddy Read Group, because we love Kay's storytelling!
"...“He wanted to achieve something of surpassing beauty that would last. A creation that would mean that he--the mosaic worker Caius Crispus of Varena--had been born, and lived a life, and had come to understand a portion of the nature of the world, of what ran through and beneath the deeds of women and men in their souls and in the beauty and the pain of their short living beneath the sun.” ..."
I grew up with stories of the Golden Age of Byzantium. Not hard to do, when we still have churches and mosaics left on the Balkans as legacy of that time. Reading Sailing to Sarantium reminded me of those histories and it is exactly as the author intended. Sarantium is the Fantasy representation of that most glorious and opulent of times in Constantinople, when gold was heavy in the coffers and gems were mixed with the colored glass chips adorning the walls and window panes of the houses of G-d. Not to be outshined by the divinity, those rich and powerful enough adorned their own households in similar lavish fashion, proving to lesser beings how close they are to the Almighty and how the poor are insignificant compared to them. This is a tactic employed by the self-aggrandizing power-mongers since beginning of time, but it does seem like Empires, when reaching their highs and are on the verge of reaching that edge, after which follows a demise, tend to find most reasons for building magnificent monuments to their rains, statues of their heroes, and art proclaiming their G-ds... Loudly and very expensively!!!
"..."O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity."..."
--- Sailing to Byzantium, by W. B. Yeats
The homage G. G. Kay pays to Yeats is obvious, but also does the great poet justice. Just as in the short poem, so in this first part of a duology we are given beautiful prose and the reflection on loss, mortality, and what is left behind after we are gone... What is a legacy and how your role in everyday life directly effects the meaning of the concept. Is it enough to be remembered by your loved-ones, or by a country, or by a civilization? What is the best way to make our mark and do we need a monument to ourselves other than what we do with our lives? Is flesh of your flesh the only way to continue who you are, not just the material of which you are made? And this is just the legacy part. The grief and loss of your beloved spouse and children, are they enough for the ones left behind to attempt to stop time and refuse all joy that might follow? Does a happy moment after their death dishonor them? Or having love for someone new make the love you felt for them less or cheapen its value?
"..."But what did one own if life, if love, could be taken away to darkness? Was it all not just ... a loan, a leasehold, transitory as candles?"..."
The story, in the tradition of GGK's world-building and storytelling, is about a talented Artisan, who is a well respected mosaic creator. Caius Crispus of Varena is on his way to Sarantium under a false name and with a contract to craft a mosaic for the newest basilica (equivalent of Haghia Sofia), just build by the current Emperor Valerius and the Empress, who have no hairs and feel the pressure of newer, emerging powers bubbling in the political swamp around them. Faced with their mortality and well versed in the ways of toppling powerful figures, Valerius and his wife are looking for their rode to immortality. On the road from the Western seat of the Empire, Crispin has some very moving experiences with one of the Old G-ds and a very spiritual revelation when looking at a representation of the One G-d of his fate... A very knowledgeable GR friend of mine was very good to tell me that such reactions to art have a name - hyperkulturemia! See, we always learn something new:)
"...“Amazing, when you thought about it: how quickly-made decisions became the life you lived.” ..."
Crispin is quickly immersed in the politics and intrigues of the high echelons and just as quickly his life becomes imperiled. However, amid loss, danger and supernatural beings, he also struggles with staying true to the memory of his perished wife, since he seems surrounded by some extraordinary women, gifted not only with good looks and high station, but intellect and whit, and see him almost as a challenge as to which one of them would get him to surrender... I love the way GGK describes art, atmosphere and women! I don't think I could grow tired of his veneration of all three. This is why, and the political intrigue, of course, I am looking forward to reading the conclusion to this marvelous series:) I know not all enjoy his writing style, but it fits my reading preferences juuuust right:)
Now I wish you all Happy Reading and may you Always find what you Need in the pages of a Good Book!!!