A thrilling continuation of Lee's tantalizing Flat Earth series, bathed in the mystique of arcane, alien beasts, some of whom transform, reincarnate, and undermine the quibbling societies of men and women, often meandering through Baroque corridors of luscious imagery, and resolving into dreamlike sequences of innovative exploration. This third volume is a short but eventful collection of molten tales, linked by principle personas, most notably Chuz, the bisected ominous Prince of Madness. Here is described the birth of Azhrarn's kin, who will take center stage in the next, longer novel in the series.
These breathtaking books are medieval in the sense that The Book of the New Sun and The Dying Earth series are ancient - but whether they take place in the future, past, or outside of time shouldn't trouble you, since the emotional resonance of their scenes are immediate. They manage to conjure a relatable fear of the dark and untouched wildernesses both within and outside our mortal frames. Peopled by eccentric demonic presences, these classics will pull the wool over your eyes, obscuring reality for the few days it takes you to finish them.
Tanith Lee is mistress of myth, fable, and dark fantasy, and already my third or fourth favorite author of all time. In my estimation, her work offers everything I desire from fiction: vibrant characters, dark humor, elegant settings, escape from the everyday grind, poetic musings, emotional depth, confliction, growth, searing memorable fever dreams, exotic and erotic allure without slipping into pandering immaturity, uncontained exuberance and confidence in a vision of the world. While I admire all of these qualities she is by no means a flawless wordsmith. Many of her similes merely sound surprising, rather than make actual sense. I fear that some few dozen of her novels will pale in comparison to her great works. Another plus is the sheer grandiose scope of her projects, the millions and millions of words she committed to print. Like with Jack Vance, I doubt I'll ever make it through her complete works, but thus far I have gained a sense of her aesthetic and could not be more intrigued. Her weakness appears to be an aimless whimsy, wandering from one idea to the next without focused storytelling. But this unpredictable habit leads to many happy discoveries and almost guarantees an interesting turn of phrase in every paragraph. Her pen seems guided by spirits, passing fancies, or channeled, outside of her control, as if she were a disembodied eye, recording the consistent miracles of a parallel universe.
This book's many biblical and mythic undertones will remind readers of timeless stories, while offering unique twists on archetypes, that inspired awe in me in several cases.
My hands-down favorite portion of the book was the convoluted contraption of the sorcerer to absorb the rays of the passing solar bud, disturbingly sabotaged by his wayward henchman. This section displayed a masterful combination of fabulous world building and character transformation, raising questions about the nature and structure of her universe, the fates and forebodings of central characters, and the potential for perfect reversals of fundamental personalities. Her ideas often resolve into such clarity that they assume a cinematic mobility in my mind, forever burning themselves into memory. Once consigned to the past, landscapes of the imagination feel as real as lived experience.