Harvey was a musician that left his life of chaos and confusion for the simple ways of a wanderer. On the road he searched for signs that would point him to lost directions but instead he falls in love with a stranger from a stranger world, finds an ancient being that shows him paths to power, stumbles into a war between gods and goddesses, becomes a pawn in the struggles between secret societies, and perhaps most surprisingly finds his direction and then, well then, nothing was simple anymore.
Hobson pens a remarkable story in Himdag. The story flows so well, it's almost lyrical, which works for this story. I like Harvey, the main character, and the paths and journey he takes. There are obstacles he finds, as he's looking for that simple life, finding that life is never simple. He's looking to find himself, as well as create a new life, but the journey becomes more powerful. This is the first book of Hobson's that I've read, and it is definitely a real page-turner. Hobson has a great writing style that brings the reader right into the story, the adventurous journey of his characters. I look forward to reading more by this author.
Steven Hobson's Himdag has affected me as only one other book I have read has done. That was Robert Persig's Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.
Himdag tells an engaging story that provides a supernatural explanation to unify cultural cosmologies that have endured over eons. It is a hopeful and provocative story. An allegory of the human condition. But it was not so much the story that captivated me, it was the telling of it.
Hobson writes in a poetic style that does for prose what e. e. cummings did for verse. The traditional rules of punctuation are thrown aside. Hobson writes in a foreign language I had never encountered or even imagined, but one that I quickly discovered was my native tongue.
Like being adrift in a raft on quickening rapids, the reader has to concede to the current and let it ebb and flow as it will. The reader who resists these currents might feel queasy, but for me the ride was thrilling and the reward was to discover reading could be sheer pleasure.
The transformative nature of this work might speak more to where I am in my life, just as Persig's debut novel did decades ago. But for me, reading Himdag was a triumphant experience, and I thank Steven Hobson for revealing such an unsettling new literary form to me.