adventures in dysthymia

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Fantasy Continuum

Just for the halibut, I made up a little infographic-y thing about my fantasy novels.


Saturday, October 14, 2017

By the Tracks, a poem

By the Tracks

Whether the trains were moving east or west
did not matter; they woke me in the night,
there in her house by the tracks. The rent was low

and that was good enough. That and the pool

where we sometimes skinny-dipped.
East or west — or was it north and south?

Let me orient myself here. Yes, east and west,
parallel to Highway 84, there on the outskirts
of Thomasville. It’s been a dozen years

and memories are a patchwork now, bits sewn
together to make a new picture every time.
When they woke me and I could not sleep again

I wrote and sometimes it was good
and sometimes I threw the pages out, come morning.
She moved on and I moved on, but the trains,

I suspect, still pass by each night and wake
whoever lives in the guesthouse by the tracks
where rent was cheap. And there was a pool.

Stephen Brooke ©2017

Addendum, Mon Oct 16: a couple days later, I saw various changes needed to be made - most of what I post here is early draft and often sees revision

By the Tracks

Whether the trains were moving east or west
did not matter; they woke me in the night,
there in her house by the tracks. The rent was low
and that was good enough. That and the pool

where we sometimes skinny-dipped.
East or west — or was it north and south?
Let me orient myself here. Yes, east and west,
parallel to Highway 84, right on the outskirts

of Thomasville. It’s been a dozen years
and memories are a patchwork now, bits sewn
together to make a new picture every time.
A rumble in the dark; it would pass

as all things are said to do and maybe
that is so. When I could not sleep again,
I wrote and sometimes it was good
and sometimes I threw the pages out, come morning.

She moved on and I moved on, but the trains,
I suspect, still pass by each night and wake
whoever lives in the guesthouse by the tracks
where rent was cheap. And there was a pool.

Stephen Brooke ©2017

Thursday, October 12, 2017

An Extra Novel

After claiming I was not going to insert another novel between the projected second and third books of the Mora Trilogy, I am going ahead and doing just that. This will follow the recently published ARROWS OF HEAVEN and almost certainly be titled WOMAN OF THE SKY.

So does the fantasy trilogy become a tetralogy (or quartet or quadrilogy or whatever term one prefers)? No. I recognized that the original third novel, WARRIOR OF THE MOON, is the start of a new sequence. The action takes place a decade and an half later than the end of these Mora books, and features the son of our protagonist in the original Malvern Trilogy, which the Mora Trilogy follows. There might or might not be more novels following it; we’ll have to see about that.

Am I working on WOMAN? Well, I’m making notes and plotting and outlining and all of that. I may start on the narrative or I may let that wait while I finish some other projects. I am supposed to be busy with my third Cully Beach contemporary crime novel (to be titled SMOKE). And I might even try having a life one of these days! :)

Monday, October 02, 2017

High and Low

I do not write ‘low fantasy.’ That is, fantasy that is set in more-or-less our ‘real’ world, into which fantasy elements intrude (which is something a bit different from ‘magic realism,’ which is actually surrealism, not fantasy). The familiar tales of werewolves or vampires are part of the long tradition of low fantasy.

On the other hand, Tolkien wrote high fantasy. The stories are set in their own world, with its own rules. The popular ‘Game of Thrones’ series is, as well. Both high and low fantasy have long traditions and, not surprisingly, the border between them is sometimes blurred.

Roger Zelazny’s ‘Amber’ novels are an example of essentially high fantasy that impinges on our own world in a low fantasy manner. In that the underlying cosmology of the Amber ‘universe’ (of which our own universe is only one among a possibly infinite number of variations) is fully realized, it has to go into the high fantasy category.

The bulk of my own fantasies follow a rather similar pattern. The Malvern tales start in our own world, amid familiar events, but enters another realm with different rules. Somewhat different, anyway. This world of ours is always a part of the larger ‘infiniverse.’ Whether I will ever actually set a tale here is questionable — and I’m not sure whether that would be high or low fantasy!

I honestly have a problem with the basic premise of much low fantasy – that there are hidden things in our own world, magical beings or what have you. It bends logic and science. Fantasy must be believable. Alternative worlds with their own logical sets of rules allow that desirable ‘suspension of disbelief’ we need. I take care never to break those rules, once I have created them.

This does not mean everything is thoroughly explained (though I, the author, might know the reasons for things). Nor would the characters necessarily be knowledgeable of why things work as they do — ‘magic’ might be largely an empirical science. But it is an integral part of their world, an alternate world to this one.

The basic premise of the whole world of my fantasies (and they are all interrelated) is that, among the infinite possible worlds, magic is easier in some than in others. Why the differences exist is somewhat explained here and there in the novels; no need to get into it here in any detail, but it is largely about how closed off one world is from the others (ours being very much so). This is part of the basic design of each universe — with infinite possible worlds, some will be so and some won’t. Or, more properly, an infinite number will be and an infinite number won’t.

So I have an extremely large canvas on which to paint my high fantasies. Will I ever bring any of it back to our own world? I suppose it is possible — and of course I have jotted down ideas from time to time. There is something to be said for bringing the familiar into ones stories, for creating a connection to our own mundane lives. I have only done that so far in the aforementioned Malvern books but there is no reason not to explore it — if, someday, I find a reason.