So at long last our heat wave has broken. We sweltered under a tremendous heat wave for the past week, and during June and July had many days where it was very hot and humid. There is such a cool breeze coming through the window tonight that I might have to shut the window soon......all this to say, I can sit comfortably at the computer for the first time since I wrote my last post. In that space of time, I read Boneland by Alan Garner, and have some thoughts on reading it.
In this particular case, Susan is still gone. Colin doesn't even remember her, except that as the novel unfolds, we realize everything he is doing is to try to find her again. A lot of ancient British myth is lived through in this novel, as Colin struggles to remember what happened before he was 13. It's a painful book in some ways, for he is considered troubled, with asperger's, as well as brilliant in his field, which is astrophysics. How he helps himself is brilliant and sad at the same time. The mind is capable of so much, but when faced with the loss of a sibling and no real answers, how does the soul cope? Mystery has a cost, a price to be paid. It is Boneland's success that Colin is recognizable as an adult from the child he was in the earlier novels, and that what has happened to him is believable.
This story of how he tries to heal himself is beautiful and true. The language is the language of myth, rooted in his landscape and folktales as the earlier books were. I love how he blends daily life with the myth, as we see the progression in Colin. I love this bit on questions and answers:
" (Meg) : 'But are you saying there's no final answer?'
" 'I hope there isn't,' said Colin. 'I'm for uncertainty. As soon as you think you know, you're done for. You don't listen and you don't hear. If you're certain of anything, you shut the door on the possibility of revelation, of discovery. You can think. You can believe. But you can't, you mustn't, "know". There's the real entropy.' "
He's right. I read that sentence, paragraph, and I stopped, and realized it is true. For so many things in this world. When we know, when we think we know - when I think I know - I stop listening. "I don't know" can be the start of so many wonderful adventures......
and so when it comes down to it, we have to go down the path. We have to know where the trail leads, we have to know what that key in Bluebeard's house opens, we have to be kind to the Beast. Fairy tales are true because in our souls we already know them, somehow. Read Boneland and see how the myth of a place, the setting of stone and tree and sun and moon, gets into your skin, and becomes a part of how you think and relate to the world around you. That's where myth begins.
Boneland isn't an easy book to read, but it's a true telling of what comes after. It's fascinating, too. Highly recommended.