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A buddy read with the Kay Squad @ FBR, because sometimes we need something to feed the soul!!!
I am not going to beat around the bush. I have been melancholy. Many reasons, mostly Real Life is a B@#$h, and I have been struggling with reading anything. However, you know that moment while you are reading something and your soul gets heavier at first, then starts pulsing with life again and you realize you are reading something remarkable? This is what happened toward the end of this duology. I wanted to cry, but I also felt awakened to life and was reminded of all the beauty and wonder that surrounds us, if only we allow ourselves to see it. Yes, there is plenty of ugly and hard and horrid around us as well, but it only gives us the opportunity to appreciate the miracle and Majesty of the "thing", the power, the omnipresent "something" which gives breath to us all, gives color, form and sound to nature, and gives us the ability to perceive it!
"...“The great events of an age appear, to those living through them, as backdrops only to the vastly more compelling dramas of their own lives, and how could it be otherwise?
In this same way, many of the men and women there in the Hippodrome (and some who were not, but later claimed to have been) would cling to one private image or another of what transpired. They might be entirely different things, varying moments, for each of us has strings within the soul, and we are played upon in different ways, like instruments, and how could it be otherwise?”..."
Growing up I had many interests, many loves and quite a few passions. Among those were music, dance, theater and art. Even better if I could have them in any combination - a glutton of beauty and sensory input. I often ditched school to go to a play, an art exhibition or the Circus, which was my private self-indulgence. I was like a drug addict, only my drug was the way human artists, each in their medium, funneled their artistry down my gullet, never enough and always amazing! I had learned how to appreciate not only the works which showed greatness or the promise of it, but also those works which struggled to be more than they were, the ones which talent had passed by and only ambition kept together, those which had scarcely anything to do with art, but showed parts of the makeup of their creators nonetheless. Every line, note, tone, syllable, hue, shape, or resonance, each symbol a key to another mystery. Needless to say, I got kicked out of school and had to finish as a private student, while as much as I personally tried to enter into the teachings of all those beloved artistic disciplines, I was never good enough in my own eyes to get anything but frustration to go with my understanding of the divinity in the spark of all natural talents.
Relying on his own vast and supple talent, Guy Gavriel Kay tells us a story of political intrigue at the second century of greatness in a city and world based on Byzantium in the 5th or 6th centuries. Sarantium, a city of power, the seat of the Emperor of the East, the place where the contemporary greats go to unleash their talents, be it as chariot racers, as soldiers, as politicians, as dancers, actors, prostitutes, doctors or artisans. This is where Crispin, our main protagonist and very gifted mosaicist, is working on the dome of the biggest hose of worship ever created. It is the crowning jewel of the rain of Emperor Valentine II, his legacy, since he and his beloved wife, the exquisite ex-dancer Aliana had no children or other hairs... The two of them are overwhelmingly smart and savvy in court intrigue, elevating it to art of machinations. Crispin, with his obvious likability and openness of manner wins them and many other influential people over, getting himself tangled up in their games of power. No matter how many times he made the point that he is only an "artisan", the red-headed mosaicist was instrumental in the faith of the emerging new powers in the region.
With the winds of Fate blowing in from different directions, the job Crispin is charged with changes and loses its initial purpose, to which Crispin was so devoted. With riots and wars waiting in the not-so-far-away-distance, priorities change and the value of beauty always seem to diminish when survival becomes a primary concern. GGK is brilliant in the way he parcels the story in perfect bites, creating a mosaic of words, each small piece important to the whole, but each insignificant compared to the overall image. He gives us the little pieces, we know them, develop attachments to them, learn of their vulnerabilities and strengths through actions and situations, not through info-dumps or bogging down by endless angst or over-description. Each character has its destiny, its prominence in the sea of others just by being unique, having its small role to play with its adventures or daily grind. And if any one of them was in a different place at a different time, moved one this way than that, made a slightly divergent choice, the end result would be completely altered. There are no useless pieces in this artistic creation.
"...“The room seemed laden and layered with intricacies of past and present and what was to come. Nuances coiling and spreading like incense, subtle and insistent.”..."
This author speaks to me, he reaches into my soul and pulls on my heartstrings with virtuosity I have rarely encountered. But just as all art, it speaks to all of us in various ways and I cannot say that he is for everyone. I know some of my friends did not enjoy this book as much as I, but this is the beauty of Life - our diversity not only in form, but in mind and soul. The conclusion of this series was breathtakingly moving for me for so many reasons, I would have to write a tome just to count the ways:) But the main way the author triumphs is in the ability to show us how to see and feel the beauty of artistic creativity and the innate human talents. He venerates the things which makes us profoundly singular in the world we live in. ... Once again, I warned you I have been melancholy:). This book did not make me happy, it just gave me back the wonder of wanting to keep on living and loving and appreciating all that we are given in this to fragile, to fleeting, but utterly precious Life!!! Thank you, GGK!
I wish you all Happy Reading and may you always find what you Need in the pages of a Good Book!!!