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Lud In The Mist por Hope Mirrlees
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Lud In The Mist (1926)

por Hope Mirrlees

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The book that New York Times bestselling author Neil Gaiman considers "one of the finest [fantasy novels] in the English language." Between the mountains and the sea, between the sea and Fairyland, lay the Free State of Dorimare and its picturesque capital, Lud-in-the-Mist. No Luddite ever had any truck with fairies or Fairyland. Bad business, those fairies. The people of Dorimare had run them out generations ago--and the Duke of Dorimare along with them. Until the spring of his fiftieth year, Master Nathaniel Chanticleer, Mayor of Lud-in-the-Mist and High Seneschal of Dorimare, had lived a sleepy life with his only son, Ranulph. But as he grew, Ranulph was more and more fond of talking nonsense about golden cups, and snow-white ladies milking azure cows, and the sound of tinkling bridles at midnight. And when Ranulph was twelve, he got caught up with the fairies, and Nathaniel's life would never be the same.… (mais)
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Título:Lud In The Mist
Autores:Hope Mirrlees
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Etiquetas:Fiction, fantasy

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Lud-in-the-Mist por Hope Mirrlees (1926)

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    PhoenixFalls: Mirrlees wrote Lud-in-the-Mist in response to Dunsany's The King of Elfland's Daughter; they are two opposing takes on Fairyland and what it means to humanity, and both are brilliant.
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A strange but sweet little fantasy novel about a town in which all things Fae or even slightly impractical are taboo, and so when evidence crops up that fairy fruit is being smuggled in from the neighboring faerie land, various kinds of heck start breaking loose.
There are some beautiful turns of phrase in here, but the plot is plodding and the characters mostly flat. It's...a mixed bag. If you prize language over story, go for it, but otherwise, YMMV. ( )
  electrascaife | Dec 5, 2021 |
Right... well... i don’t know what that was. It reminded me most of the film ‘The Village’. You have this county but over the hills is where ‘they’ live. The faeries, and going there is instant death and you shouldn’t even mention them really or do anything different from what we’ve always done etc.

It gets quite Satanic at times, if satan happened to be king of the faeries. However the creepy aspects don’t last very long because there's no main character to provide any jeopardy and the closest things to main characters never feel any fear about anything so your left unsure if it was ever even meant to feel creepy at all. Its also funny in places... again not sure if it was meant to be.

Then there’s all the drugs stuff, then it feels like its going to full satanic conspiracy, then turns into a political coup, then shifts again into a murder mystery... I have no idea what i was supposed to be feeling or what the point was of any of it.

The last 40 pages or so are better... its still a bit vague but at least something was happening. The writing itself isn’t bad, there are some quite Pratchett-esque descriptions here and there.

Overall though... i just didn’t get it, i don't even know what genre('s) to put this in. A constant frustration. ( )
  wreade1872 | Nov 28, 2021 |
Great work, creating historical folk tales for a fictional world, where fairies and magic are banned and policed. This is a tale that could have been written centuries earlier, or indeed later, and yet it still could have been penned today. I appreciated the cover design of this edition Tomias Almeida that subtly reflected the story. Hope Mirrlees used her knowledge of natural history many times describing the landscapes, and her knowledge of folk tales to piece together a finely structured plot. I can understand why Neil Gaiman recommended this book. ( )
  AChild | Jun 8, 2021 |
Like many others, I sought this out based on Neil Gaiman's high praise for it. Also like many others, as I began it, I thought it had the feel of Susannah Clarke's wondrous [b: Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell|14201|Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell|Susanna Clarke|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1357027589l/14201._SY75_.jpg|3921305], which I love. Written in 1926, it perhaps skews a bit old-fashioned in style and tone - but as someone who happily reads most anything from Jane Austen on, that shouldn't trouble me, and the vaguely 17th-century-like setting allows for a deliberately archaic flavor. But somehow this just didn't work for me.

One problem was the characters. They have cute, colorful names, but rather colorless personalities - unless invested with some heavy-handed trait like red hair, bright eyes, or catchphrases ("Ho-ho-HOH!"). I was briefly interested in poor Ranulph, who sobs, screams, and goes into hysterics easily, poor child - but then runs away, vanishes into fairyland, then reappears, fully functional and happy-ever-after. Plotting is another problem - people "suddenly remember" things, other people willingly pour out terrible stories of plots and trauma to total strangers, having never talked about them before. Huh? And oh, by the way, this guy turns out to be that guy who knew all about this - fancy that! There's some pleasant world-building of history, traditions, and customs - the silent fair is rather evocative, and for some reason I loved the name of the "Debatable Hills." It just all felt rather carpentered, and not very well. Nothing felt inevitable, incidents seemed more random than organic, and then resolved by the decision to open the gates... and they all lived happily ever after.

I admire Neil Gaiman very much - as a person, a supporter of libraries and other laudable causes, and as a writer (sometimes: I loved [b: Coraline|17061|Coraline|Neil Gaiman|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1493497435l/17061._SY75_.jpg|2834844], [b: The Ocean at the End of the Lane |15783514|The Ocean at the End of the Lane|Neil Gaiman|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1497098563l/15783514._SY75_.jpg|21500681], and [b: The Graveyard Book|2213661|The Graveyard Book|Neil Gaiman|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1531295292l/2213661._SY75_.jpg|2219449]...others, not so much). But somehow his enthusiasms for other writers (like [a: Diana Wynne Jones|4260|Diana Wynne Jones|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1597798776p2/4260.jpg] - and I am a thorough-going dog person!) often don't chime with mine. This is one of those times. ( )
  JulieStielstra | May 17, 2021 |
Hatte mehr - oder anderes - von dem Buch erwartet. Man muss wohl bedenken, dass es von 1926 stammt, also aus einer Zeit vor der gängigen Fantasy-Literatur. Als Vorfahre von Autoren wie zB. Neil Gaiman (Stardust) aber unbedingt lesenswert. ( )
  MrKillick-Read | Apr 4, 2021 |
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The psychologist C. J. Jung maintained that the true purpose of middle age was the integration of all the varying, and sometimes unacknowledged, aspects of our personalities. Perhaps this accounts for the unusual protagonist of Hope Mirrlees’s Lud-in-the-Mist (1925), one of the most admired fantasy novels of the 20th century — and one that is clearly intended for adults. Mirrlees’s book explores the need to embrace what we fear, to come to terms with what Jung called the shadow, those sweet and dark impulses that our public selves ignore or repress. There are no elven blades or cursed rings here; no epic battles either, and the novel’s hero resembles the aged Bilbo Baggins more than the charismatic, sword-wielding Aragorn.
 
Neil Gaiman once said in conversation that Lud-in-the-Mist "deals with the central matter of fantasy -- the reconciliation of the fantastic and the mundane." Which, perhaps, comes as close to the heart of the question as anybody's going to get.

To learn more, you'll simply have to read the book.
adicionada por elenchus | editarinfinity plus, Michael Swanwick (Jan 1, 2000)
 
The book is a curio, meandering between broad comedy, suspense, murder mystery and adventure, veering from moments of slapstick to moving scenes of pathos. Like all good magic tricks, the charm of the book lies in the craft of its glamour and sleight of hand. While it has its fair share of lo! and behold!, the simplicity of the writing conceals exquisite turns of phrase and an underlying intensity that can burst unexpectedly upon the reader. Nevertheless, it is hard to deny the book's weaknesses. Mirrlees' plotting is episodic, and the overwhelming feeling at the end is deflation that the long-promised fireworks of the final confrontation in Faerie should take place offstage. But by this point, it's clear that Lud-in-the-Mist is not all it seems: what at first appears to be a hotchpotch novel reveals itself as a carefully-considered - if not executed - allegory about the nature of 'fantasy'.
 

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The Sirens stand, as it would seem, to the ancient and the modern, for the impulses in life as yet immoralised, impervious longings, ecstasies, whether of love or art, or philosophy, magical voices calling to a man from his "Land of Heart's Desire," and to which if he hearken it may be that he will return no more--voices, too, which, whether a man sail by or stay to hearken, still sing on.

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The free state of Dorimare was a very small country, but, seeing that it was bounded on the south by the sea and on the north and east by mountains, while its centre consisted of a rich plain, watered by two rivers, a considerable variety of scenery and vegetation was to be found within its borders.
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Lud-in-the-Mist had all the things that make an old town pleasant. It had an ancient Guild Hall, built of mellow golden bricks and covered with ivy and, when the sun shone on it, it looked like a rotten apricot; it had a harbour in which rode vessels with white and red and tawny sails; it had flat brick houses - not the mere carapace of human beings, but ancient living creatures, renewing and modifying themselves with each generation under their changeless antique roofs.
[I]ndeed, it is never saf to classify the souls of one's neighbours; one is apt, in the long run, to be proved a fool. You should regard each meeting with a friend as a sitting he is unwittingly giving you for a portrait -- a portrait that, probably, when you or he die, will still be unfinished. [3]
There were whole chests, too, filled with pieces of silk, embroidered or painted with curious scenes. Who has not wondered in what mysterious forests our ancestors discovered the models for the beasts and birds upon their tapestries; and on what planet were enacted the scenes they have portrayed? It in in vain that the dead fingers have stitched beneath them -- and we can picture the mocking smile with which these crafty cozeners of posterity accompanied the action -- the words February, or Hawking, or Harvest, having us believe that they are but illustrations for the activities proper to the different months. We know better. These are not the normal activities of mortal men. What kind of beings peopled the earth four or five centuries ago, what strange lore they had acquired, and what were their sinister doings, we shall never know. Our ancestors keep their secret well. [4]
[A] very ingenious and learned jurist, had drawn in one of his treatises a curious parallel between fairy things and the law. The men of the revolution, he said, had substituted law for fairy fruit. But whereas only the reigning Duke and his priests had been allowed to partake of the fruit [in the pagan days], the law was given freely to rich and poor alike. Again, fairy was delusion, so was the law. At any rate, it was a sort of magic, moulding reality into any shape it chose. But, whereas fairy magic and delusion were for the cozening and robbing of man, the magic of the law was to his intention and for his welfare. [13]
Reason I know, is only a drug, and, as such, its effects are never permanent. But, like the juice of the poppy, it often gives a temporary relief. [Endymion Leer, 49]
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The book that New York Times bestselling author Neil Gaiman considers "one of the finest [fantasy novels] in the English language." Between the mountains and the sea, between the sea and Fairyland, lay the Free State of Dorimare and its picturesque capital, Lud-in-the-Mist. No Luddite ever had any truck with fairies or Fairyland. Bad business, those fairies. The people of Dorimare had run them out generations ago--and the Duke of Dorimare along with them. Until the spring of his fiftieth year, Master Nathaniel Chanticleer, Mayor of Lud-in-the-Mist and High Seneschal of Dorimare, had lived a sleepy life with his only son, Ranulph. But as he grew, Ranulph was more and more fond of talking nonsense about golden cups, and snow-white ladies milking azure cows, and the sound of tinkling bridles at midnight. And when Ranulph was twelve, he got caught up with the fairies, and Nathaniel's life would never be the same.

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