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463 pages, Hardcover
First published August 12, 2009
The moment stretched on, like a path into a realm of incomprehensible madness.The narrative begins with the children of two prominent Aetherial families meeting. Mostly we follow Rosie Fox, a middle child, as she falls quite desperately in love with one son of the Wilders and becomes bitter enemies with the other. What kickstarts this enmity is Sam's theft of a crystal heart from Rosie, and a cool coincidence is that I have such a crystal heart given to me when I was a teen. The Gates that allow passage to the deeper Aetherial realms slam closed, and they grow up trying to forget about the Otherworld. Trying to be human. The characters struggle with each other as much as with their nature; the older Wilder boy Sam becomes something of a violent, abrasive troublemaker and eventually leaves the darkness of Stonegate Manor to travel, the younger Jon, angelically beautiful and irresistible, grows close to Rosie’s younger brother Lucas. Unsavoury family secrets soon come to light, the tension between the Foxes and the Wilders grows. I’m making this sound like a drama between two clans in conflict, and that’s what Elfland is partly about. And then something horrible happens, altering everything.
This was Dumannios, she realized. It was the writhing horror that lay under the skin of reality, in the subconscious.It can’t hurt me, she thought, but couldn’t convince herself. Reality and the gentle Dusklands had been flayed off, leaving the raw ugliness of nightmares to break through, there inside Oakholme, which had always been safe.Warrington’s cosmology is initially confusing and slightly messy, she gives the impression that she’s figuring it out as she writes. Not a bad thing, since when is Faerie supposed to be neat or fully explainable? She captures the sense of the surreal, the inherent instability, a feeling of hanging between dreams and nightmare visions. Her characters are just as messy and many layered, they exist not as archetypes, but well-realised people with contradictions and inner conflict. Rosie is frequently tripped up by this and for a time she actively tries to stuff herself in a neat box. In Elfland this never works, not for the reader and certainly not for the characters. Someone you’ve been led to believe is sinister will have a sympathetic side. Someone you’d least expect will become a sort of chosen one. The guy you’ve finally figured out is the villain will make a conscious decision to change. And one whom you’ve thought to be harmless will be anything but, while the seeming psycho will prove himself to be strong in character and in spirit. Everyone can grow, in whichever small way, if only they make the choice to be more, to take a leap of faith. The mere notion of reaching for the unseen and the transcendent redeems.
"You have so many masks; an ordinary one, a glamorous one, an animal one… one mask under another, but who knows what’s really underneath?"