It was here, when the world outside lost all its secrets and seemed to unfold around her, flat and unending, every surprise and wonder ironed out of it, here in the maze of rooms that she could find mystery again and rejuvenate her own sense of wonder.
Tamson House - a sprawling manor in the old part of Ottawa, home to siblings Sara and Jamie and to their oddball collection of guests – is reminding me of “Little, Big” by John Crowley. Tamson House is large and weird and apparently can open doors to alternate realities, woodland places where creatures from ancient myths still roam freely, while outside its walls the ordinary life of a big city goes on without a clue. Sara and Jamie own an antiquities boutique and have welcomed to their house people living on the fringe of conventional social life : musicians, painters, ex-bikers, ex-drug addicts, drifters and dreamers. It’s a peaceful, rewarding, friendly atmosphere, but a powerful magical storm is getting ready to assault the walls of Tamson House.
It all starts with Sara discovering a curious medicine-bag among the old dusty crates in the storage of her antique shop. Celtic scrollwork meets Native American shaman gadgets and pretty soon Sara and the rest of her friends are involved in mysteries that go back across the Atlantic and across several centuries, all the way to the shores of Ireland where a famous bard named Taliesin is banished from the court of a local king for challenging his druids to a music contest.
Sara’s storyline is interweaved with several others, both in Ottawa and in a parallel forest universe, where the same Celtic and Native American mythologies meet and mix, sometimes peacefully, sometimes in open conflict. Kieran, an ex-convict and traditional Irish music player, comes back to Ottawa after receiving subliminal mental messages from his mentor in magic, a secretive druid who is also wanted by the Mounties (RCMP) and by a ruthless businessman.
The premise this far reads more like a setup for a romantic comedy with cute magicks thrown in, but the author manages to get a grip on the story and to avoid the easy traps of popular entertainment. Most of the time ...
In a way, I’m glad “Moonheart” is not my first foray into the catalogue of Charles de Lint, because the story is very much an early effort of what will develop into a beautiful and captivating personal style for the author. All the elements that previously attracted me to his worlds of wonder are present here, but the plot moves unevenly from one concept to another, the characters lack subtlety, dialogue is occasionally cringeworthy. Everything points out more to enthusiasm in the concept than to skill or careful planning, to a searching for that unique voice of the gifted storyteller who has something good to say about how he views the world around him. While the actual style of narration jumps around from police investigation, conspiracy theories, contemporary supernatural thriller, horror slashfest, romance, new age music and mythology brought to life, the overall picture is vintage de Lint in the rough, with true pearls scattered through the text.
I will start showing some examples with Kieran, the young man who reluctantly embraces a legacy of magic in his life:
It was a gritty view, from the underbelly of life, and he already had a foot half in it. Then he saw himself going straight – nine-to-five job, drifting in a morass of boredom from which there was no escape because the mortgage payments had to be made, content to be one of the many drones in a secure world that held no surprises.
Quotes like this make it very easy to date the novel to the late 80’s or early 90’s and to the whole New Age shebang of Enya, Loreena McKennitt, Stonehenge solstice events and scented candles.[ there’s also the fact that everybody’s smoking like a chimney stack, mostly self-rolled cigs] It also explains the appeal of the fashion to artists and yuppies and people of higher education who need to find an alternative to a world that no longer holds any surprises in it, who need that sense of wonder back in their ordinary lives.
Following the Way was a responsibility, not only to himself, but to the harmony he strove to create in his relationship with the world.
Also from Kieran, trying to explain to a friend his decision to follow the teaching of an old druid. Maybe the man is bogus, but that doesn’t automatically make his teachings worthless. Especially when this Tom Hengyr claims that money and power are not the secret key to a worthy life.
It was people that made a place, he decided.
Also a quote from Kieran, but it helps me transition to Tamson House, to Sara and Jamie and the rest of their crew. Charles de Lint, even from this early start, shows us that the secret to a good story is not so much in the plot, as it is in the characters, in their development and in the way they interact with the outside world.
Remember the quiet wonders. The world has more need of them than it has for warriors.
Maybe Neil Gaiman or Patricia McKillip rate higher in my alternative fantasy top list, but for his passion in advocating a less standard grimdark offering in the genre, I am willing to cut Charles de Lint some slack, especially for such an early effort, and put an extra star at the top of my review.
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As usual, the author mentions both in the text and in the afterword the musical influences that inspired him, the local friendly, multicultural environment that allows him to tap into the rich mythologies on both continents in order to bring his fantasy scenes to life. Taliesin with his famous harp, Sara with her classic guitar, de Lint with his favorite bands humming in the background – it’s all part of the same ageless story. The provided lists and names are worth checking out.
The harmony between player and instrument – that was the key to unlock the primary magic. Magic that stayed in my music and shaped my life. There is no other feeling like it.