Continuing with these adventures, and having a great time. Fafhrd, the northern barbarian prone to flights of poetry and spirituality, and the Gray Mouser, the wily city-dwelling rogue with an acquisitive mind and a tendency toward extravagance, continue to galavant about and, well, honestly, piss a lot of people off.
Yeah, that seems to be a theme this time. It probably was in the last book as well, but my girlfriend and i really noticed it here (I've been reading these aloud to her during our evening recreations, which definitely adds to the good time). Wizards, prophets, racketeers, women -- it's not that our two friends have become unlikeable; they just are always getting into pickles, jams and fixes of all sorts and can't help themselves.
the last story in swords in the mist is really long, so there aren't many of them in here. it gives me great pleasure to say a little something about all of them.
"The Cloud of hate":
Short and sweet is this one, full of atmosphere. It's a mysterious little bit of darkness that prepares for what's to come. It fits in with Leiber's idea that a whole lot of people doing a whole lot of something together can create something tangible, good or bad. Here, it's something really bad: a disembodied force of malevolence and hatred that gathers disciples/slaves to itself and has them murder the people who aren't hateful enough to feed its needs. It's rather easily dispatched in the end, but I like this story a lot, mostly because of how Leiber describes the different denizens of Lankhmar, including Fafhrd and the mouser, reacting to this hate-fogg and its attempts to get into their minds. The reasons it isn't at all successful with Fafhrd and the mouser brought a grin to my fface.
"lean Times in Lankhmar":
I've re-read this story several times, independently of the other Fafhrd and mouser works, because it's always been one of my favourites. Why? Because it's bloody hilarious, tha'ts why. In the end, too, it contains one of the greatest distillations of truth about these two: they really do need each other. I love how this one starts out with the two of them not really being "buddies" any longer, having fallen out over something really stupid that neither of them can really remember, but might as well be something as dumb as the correct speling of Fafhrd's name. This is just so true to life. This paticular book as a whole is full of insights, in my view, about how men in particular tend to think about themselves, each other, women, and the environment they have to contend with. Yeah, it's not always nice; there is room to argue "...but we're not all like...", but if you've spent enough time among certain male types, or are one of them yourself, a lot of this stuff will chime a familiar chord with you, make no mistake. Anyway, "Lean Times...." features a great character: a racketeer of religions named Pulg, whom I really wish we had seen more of later, because he's awesome. Also, Mouser's plan to wrest fafhrd from the clutches of religion? Get him drunk! Oh the drinking. I haven't mentioned this before, but there is a lot of drinking in these books. It may strike you as pathological, in fact. Those who know a litlle about leiber may recognise this as a thing with him. The man had a lot of trouble with alcoholism and sometimes this is reflected in his characters. But look: I think here it really is harmless fun, and the image of Fafhrd thrashing around Lankhmar, shaved bald, naked, and with a bed strapped to his back, bellowing "WHERE IS THE JUG?!?!?!" is priceless. So Fafhrd ultimately needs Mouser to keep him from turning into a religious nut; Mouser needss Fafhrd to prevent him from becoming a greedy S.O.B. Nice.
"Their Mistress, The Sea":
you can tell some o these linking pieces were written later, so that all these could be compiled into book form. Most of them detail a lengthy passage of time in miniature, without dialogue and putting forward some interesting ideas or notions for the reader to ponder about character, setting and the like. After the last story, fafhrd and Mouser are on the run from Lankhmar once again, with a cask full of brandy they (at first) dare not touch, a couple of bad tempers, and their nutty old friend Ourph the mingol. I'm kind of glad the intimations of rape don't come from our heroes, and the offending old Mingol is put ashore as soon as possible. I know the sexual politics of these stories can be a bit dicey at times, but in general I thik they're good-natured. In this case it's maybe a bit too much, as mouser and Fafhrd just kind of shrug of the Mingol's intentions as the harmless whims of a silly old men, and the women in question, it's suggested, might even be ok with the idea. Well, all I can say is that I think it's still in the best interests of a modern reader to bear with this kind of stuff from time to time and accept that if you Get to know Leiber through his writing and understand that his intentions are always good. Now, the sea finally manages to lull and calm our heroes, and the tale leads right into ...
"When the Sea-King's Away":
This one feels like a sailor's opium dream. I've never been on a sea voyage of any kind (only sailed on lake Ontario a few times), but this reminds me of tales of the strange mirages and fancies men at sea supposedly used to experience after a long duration of travel under the sun and stars, with huge expanses of water stretching as far as the eye can see, and craggy, desolate shores oly occasionally breaking the monotony. Maybe "monotony" isn't really the right word, though, for it seems this is exactly what's needed to mend the bonds between our two travellers. But what's this? Fafhrd getting a whim about girls under the sea waiting for their attention? Uh-oh. Of course he would. I can almost hear Mouser's sigh of annoyance in my head right now. The crazy thing is that Fafhrd seems to be right! But to get to their errant sea-maidens, the twosome are going to have to battle undead mariners and a huge octopus bearing eight swords!!! And then there'll be the Sea-King's wrath to contend with after they've proved themselves and shared in satiety with these mermaid brides. Did it all really happen? I dunno! What do you think?
"The Wrong Branch":
probably the most interesting linking piece of all of them, and a little longer than most. It would almost be inconsequential except for the awesome revelation for Fafhrd and mouser fans. Yes, this little story basically opens up everything, and tells that there are actually possibilities for hundreds more adventures, in just as many worlds, dimensions, times and places. Now I'm going to say that comic book/television/movie/whatever "universes" have been built on a lot less than this, and you can argue with me if you want, but where are all the fafhrd and mouser fan-fiction writers? Leiber is basically opening the door for you all here and saying, "c'mon, have at it, give it your best shot!" For a fan, this is pretty cool.
"The Adept's Gambit":
The longest Fafhrd and Mouser story yet, and, I think, one of the first written, and it's a really strange one. Suddenly we are thrust into a place where all the names and geography should be familiar to historically minded persons. We're not in Lankhmar anymore, or even the constructed world off nehwon, but in ... late-period Phoenicia? Yes, this story takes place in the world we know, probably around 300 BC I would guess, or a little earlier. Alright, I'm not quite sure about the history; honestly Leiber just seems to be throwing names, personages and peoples at you left and right, and it seems a bit willy-nilly, but I think he's largely got the cosmopolitan and diverse nature of the eastern Mediterranean regions and Fertile Crescent right here. I'm no expert though, and I decided that despite the sometimes awkward need to name everything (the philosopher from jerusalem met up with the Greek gambler and they both fought over a Carthaginian girl wearing a tyrean dress ... it's a bit like that), I was just going to roll with it. And I think for a number of reasons, this tale turns out to be rather rich and rewarding. It's interesting, too, because a lot of fantasy literature ends up reading a bit like this anyway, with authors insisting on giving names to places and things and getting sometimes very pedantic about them, as if it's all somehow real. So I wonder if in fact leiber was taking the piss a bit here. It feels in the opening two chapters especially that something has taken over Leiber's mind; maybe it's the booze? The results are hilarious and weird in the extreme. At times i was almost reminded of Gogol, of all people, and some of his tales set in Ukraine. Things eventually do level out and we get a rolling, leisurely tale full of aforementioned character-type insights and lots and lots of double entendres. If double entendres just make you wince and groan, you might not like it. I couldn't stop tittering, though, and then feeling like a slightly naughty twelve-year-old. We also get an awesome "story within the story", which could be a great horror tale in its own right, and it's told from a female perspective! We get to spend time with ningauble of the Seven Eyes, one of the wizard patrons introduced in the previous book (Swords Against Death), and he's an uter delight. The ending, too, has got to be one of the best, and suggests our heroes will soon be returning to Lankhmar after their incalculable sojourn in our, and possibly other (?), worlds. Great stuff.
You can tell that leiber put a lot of heart into these stories. I find them inescapable, charming, witty, sometimes uproariously funny. The horror elements push my buttons, too. You should read this, if it sounds at all appealing. There's still some great stuff to come, and I think as an over-all package Swords in the Mist turns out to be one of the best in the series. Next: Swords and Wizardry, and I can't wait.