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596 pages, Hardcover
First published August 20, 2015
Imagine a landscape. Bathed in sunshine, sweet-smelling from the gentle shower that fell overnight then stopped as dawn broke. A dense grove of holm oak stands at the foot of a hill, damp with the drops of soft-sounding water which leave the ground moist but firm underfoot.The opening lines, limpid and lovely. Perhaps a bit over the top, too self-consciously poetical? Indeed, and that is the point. A few pages later, we get a middle-aged scholar, Henry Lytten, reading his fantasy to a group of other amateur novelists in an Oxford pub much as his friends Tolkien and CS Lewis used to do. "Bit of Ovid in there," one of them remarks, and indeed he is right; the holm oak gives it away, that tree that seems a staple of classical landscapes but you don't encounter anywhere else. Lytten, with a thorough classical education, is recreating the Arcadia of Greek and Roman pastoral, that ideal world populated by amorous shepherds and shepherdesses, where the occasional visit by a demigod or nymph wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary. Professionally, Lytten is an expert in Sir Philip Sidney, whose own Arcadia was the prose equivalent of Ovid for the Elizabethans. He is also a lover of Shakespeare, who created many Arcadias of his own; later parts of the story so closely recreate the scenes in the Forest of Arden from As You Like It that the novel might easily qualify as one of the retellings in the Hogarth Shakespeare series.
This was the main holiday gift to myself in 2015 and am only getting around to it in Autumn 2016, without the safety of the app. (An affectation too far, methinks). I shall keep my own records as I work through....
Et in Arcadia ego - Nicholas Poussin, 1637-38
Looks like lightening!
Sir Philip Sidney penned a book entiled Arcadia but it was never finished.
Glorious storytelling which combines nigh-on every fairytale and childhood fiction from the past 100 year or so. But the base literature here is rather low, Pears did not confuddle us with his own pen, he merely latched on to those masters who came before, so whilst I totally enjoyed this story, Pears failed to impress on his own account.