The Mammoth Book of Fantasy (Cont.): The Platypus Reads Part CXXI
Pixel Pixies by Charles de Lint
I have to confess that I've been interested in reading a little Charles de Lint ever since I saw John Howe's impressive covers in "Myth and Magic." Of course, seeing a John Howe cover can make me want to pick up just about any book. I made that mistake a while back with David Gemmel's "Legend." Now I remember not to judge a book by its cover. That said, I am pleased to report that in the case of Charles de Lint the picture matched the writing. I haven't gotten as much delight out of any of the other stories in the collection as I have out of "Pixel Pixies."
Enough gushing, let me summarize. "Pixel Pixies" tells the story of Bookstore owner Holly Rue and her resident Hobgoblin Dick. Holly doesn't know Dick exists, but he helps keep her shop in order every night so long as he has free range of the books. This nice little relationship is threatened when a gaggle of pixies begin running a muck on the store computer. Their mischief is initially checked by the quick thinking of an artsy customer, but at night the pixies break out of the computer and begin wrecking havoc all over town. Dick is able to save his mistress from being enchanted by the pixies, but is powerless to keep them from wrecking the shop. Seeing the devastation, Holly gives her mysterious customer a call. She arrives and promptly calls forth Dick, much to Holly's surprise. Dick in turn reveals that the customer is a high born member of a faerie court. Together, the three unlikely protagonists contrive a way to lure the pixies back to the store and then trap them in the computer. Having been discovered, Dick contemplates relocating, but in the end decides to stay.
"Pixel Pixies" is the sort of piece that makes you want to rush off to the computer and start writing yourself. That, or grab a group of friends and start a "Scions" campaign. It delights in subcreation, that filling in of the spandrels that God has purposely left in the universe so that his creatures can imitate their creator. Seeing that de Lint may (I don't know for sure) bat from the neo-pagan side of things maybe he'd begrudge me that remark but I hope he'd allow it, if only for Tolkien's sake. I mean it when I say "filling in the spandrels," because that is what de Lint has done: imagine a complete faerie world that fits nicely into the empty space of our own. As nice as a hob in his hole.
Well, there's only one review today as "The Moon Pearl," by A. Merritt has turned out to be rather long. As soon as it's finished, you can expect a review here. Best wishes all!
I have to confess that I've been interested in reading a little Charles de Lint ever since I saw John Howe's impressive covers in "Myth and Magic." Of course, seeing a John Howe cover can make me want to pick up just about any book. I made that mistake a while back with David Gemmel's "Legend." Now I remember not to judge a book by its cover. That said, I am pleased to report that in the case of Charles de Lint the picture matched the writing. I haven't gotten as much delight out of any of the other stories in the collection as I have out of "Pixel Pixies."
Enough gushing, let me summarize. "Pixel Pixies" tells the story of Bookstore owner Holly Rue and her resident Hobgoblin Dick. Holly doesn't know Dick exists, but he helps keep her shop in order every night so long as he has free range of the books. This nice little relationship is threatened when a gaggle of pixies begin running a muck on the store computer. Their mischief is initially checked by the quick thinking of an artsy customer, but at night the pixies break out of the computer and begin wrecking havoc all over town. Dick is able to save his mistress from being enchanted by the pixies, but is powerless to keep them from wrecking the shop. Seeing the devastation, Holly gives her mysterious customer a call. She arrives and promptly calls forth Dick, much to Holly's surprise. Dick in turn reveals that the customer is a high born member of a faerie court. Together, the three unlikely protagonists contrive a way to lure the pixies back to the store and then trap them in the computer. Having been discovered, Dick contemplates relocating, but in the end decides to stay.
"Pixel Pixies" is the sort of piece that makes you want to rush off to the computer and start writing yourself. That, or grab a group of friends and start a "Scions" campaign. It delights in subcreation, that filling in of the spandrels that God has purposely left in the universe so that his creatures can imitate their creator. Seeing that de Lint may (I don't know for sure) bat from the neo-pagan side of things maybe he'd begrudge me that remark but I hope he'd allow it, if only for Tolkien's sake. I mean it when I say "filling in the spandrels," because that is what de Lint has done: imagine a complete faerie world that fits nicely into the empty space of our own. As nice as a hob in his hole.
Well, there's only one review today as "The Moon Pearl," by A. Merritt has turned out to be rather long. As soon as it's finished, you can expect a review here. Best wishes all!
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