Skip to main content

First Thoughts on The Elf Queen of Shannara: The Platypus Reads Part CLXXV

This post will begin a series of reflections on The Elf Queen of Shannara by Terry Brooks.  Each reflection post will follow a reading session and attempt to record my thoughts and feelings on what I have just read.  I hope that this will allow me to give greater attention to detail in reviewing the book as well as producing a record of the effects of certain passages "as read" without time for further knowledge of the plot (where possible, I did read these back in Jr. High) to interfere.  I have thus far pursued this tactic with The Elfstones of Shannara, The Wishsong of Shannara, The Scions of Shannara, and The Druid of Shannara.  The overall goals of this project are to gain insight into the process of authorial growth and hone my skills as a literary critic by studying a simple and popular set of books by a bestselling author with a long publishing history.  I claim nothing more than amateur status in either of these pursuits.


*Spoiler Material Ahead*

All you get today is Chapter 1, but there's plenty of food for thought right there.

Terry Brooks has developed an interesting habit in the Heritage Series, namely, beginning each book with a short vignette featuring a character(s) that is essential to the main characters' quest rather than begin with the main character.  He began The Scions of Shannara with Cogline, The Druid of Shannara with The King of the Silver River, and now begins The Elf Queen of Shannara with Ellenroh Elessidil.  I suppose that these scenes are meant to serve as narrative hooks that give the story an initial "punch" that will help them get through the slow establishing material that follows.  If it backfires, however, the reader is left thinking "hey, where did that cool book from the first chapter go".  The tactic seems risky.  I'd love to hear anyone else's thoughts on this especially if you've seen it done with other authors.

Given the placement and number of times the word is mentioned in the first chapter, I'm guessing that "fire" will be a significant symbol in this book.  I wonder if it's in any way meant to parallel the Bloodfire in The Elfstones of Shannara, the other book in the series that focuses on the elves.  In addition to fire, the sea should be important as well since most of this book will take place on an island.  Brooks also seems to be setting some limits to the world of the Four Lands in this series as the prior volume took us to shores of the sea in the Northeast and this volume will take us again to the shores of the sea in the Southwest.  Practically speaking, this means that the Stone King lives in New York and the elves have fled from California to Hawaii while the evil Texas (with the aid of demons) have pushed up from the south to cover all the lands between.  The rock trolls are pretty organic, and I guess that fits well for the Pacific Northwest.  But I digress...

Finally, I wonder how Brooks will develop the elves in this volume.  I think I remember this book with the most clarity from my prior reading, but I don't remember elven culture being worked out in any greater detail.  If so, that's too bad.  Terry Brooks' elves up to this point have just been humans with pointy ears, a real creative tragedy in my opinion.  Revisiting them now after his abilities as an author have grown should give him the opportunity to enrich this particular part of his created world.  We'll see if my memory is faulty. 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Platypus Reads Part XXVII

Thoughts after reading the "Iliad" to prepare a Greece unit for my students: -Hector is a jerk until he's dead. He even advocates the exposure of Achaean corpses and then has the cheek to turn around and ask Achilles to spare his. He rudely ignores Polydamas' prophecies and fights outside the gate to save his pride knowing full well what it will cost his family and city. After he's dead, he becomes a martyr for the cause. -Agamemnon has several moments of true leadership to balance out his pettiness. In this way, he's a haunting foil to Achilles: the two men are more alike than they want to acknowledge. -We see that Achilles is the better man at the funeral games of Patroclos. His lordliness, tact, and generosity there give us a window into Achilles before his fight with Agamemnon and the death of Patroclos consumed him. -Nestor is a boring, rambling, old man who's better days are far behind him, and yet every Achaean treats him with the upmo...

California's Gods: Strange Platypus(es)

We've noticed lately a strange Californian dialectical twist: there, freeways take the definite article.  In other parts of the country one speaks of I 91 or 45 North.  In California, there's The 5, The 405, The 10.  Each of these freeways has its own quirks, a personality of sorts.  They aren't just stretches of pavement but presences, creatures that necessitate the definite article by their very individuality and uniqueness.  They are the angry gods to be worked, placated, feared, for without them life in California as we know it would cease.  Perhaps that's fitting for a land whose cities are named for saints and angels.  Mary may preside over the new pueblo of our lady of the angels, but the freeways slither like gigantic serpents through the waste places, malevolent spirits not yet trampled under foot.

Seeing Beowulf Through Tolkien: The Platypus Reads Part CXCIX

After spending a few weeks wrestling with Tolkien's interpretation of Beowulf , I found myself sitting down and reading Seamus Heaney's translation of the text during a spare moment.  I came to the place where Beowulf presents Hrothgar with the hilt of the ancient sword that slew Grendel's mother.  Hrothgar looks down at the hilt with its ancient runes and carvings depicting the war between the giants and God and meditates on the fortunes of men.  In a flash of insight, I thought: this is the whole poem! Let me explain.  Tolkien believed that the genuine contribution of the Northern peoples to European culture was the theory of courage.  The Northern heroes, at their best, were men who fought for order against chaos -a battle they knew they were doomed to lose.  If they were true heroes, their souls would join the gods and aid them in the final battle against darkness and its monsters and again go down fighting, spitting in the face of the meaninglessness...