Showing posts with label Arthurian Legend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Arthurian Legend. Show all posts

Friday, August 6, 2010

The Extraordinary Adventures of Alfred Kropp (Alfred Kropp, #1)The Extraordinary Adventures of Alfred Kropp by Rick Yancey

My rating: 2 of 5 stars


This story (which according to Goodreads is the first in a series) is about an ordinary boy who has accepted his ordinary-ness, but is actually a hero waiting to, I don't know, burst out of his awkward shell. As with most archetypal heroes, Alfred grows up away from his parents; his mother died before he was a teenager and he never knew his father. He lives with his uncle at the beginning of the story, an uncle who's opportunistic nature is what sends Alfred on his journey.

I usually love stories that follow the archetype of the hero journey, and I usually love Arthurian legend, but this updating of Arthur's story didn't really draw me in. I'm still trying to figure out what it was that didn't make me jump up and down and go yay! like I do with most Arthurian stories. I'd prefer The Squire's Tale or Here Lies Arthur, or my favorite, The Mists of Avalon any day.

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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Here Lies Arthur by Phillip Reeve

This is my response to Here Lies Arthur by Phillip Reeve. Enjoy.

You hear the bard sing tale of my youth and exploits

He told of my play, not deeds

So I return to finish my song

The headless man in reeds.


We return to my story in the midst of battle

As we should far away of Arthur’s men

A rapid chase through wood and pine

With one who destroyed home and killed kin.


He showed and stole a woman

While through the woods he fled

And by some luck of god or goddess

His horse attacked and fell


He got back up and drew his blade

A short and pointed lance

I saw and lowered my shield

But not in time to thwart his glance


Through flesh and bone to flesh and bone

To my steed my leg was stuck

Then both went crashing to the ground

Goddess curse my luck.


I screamed and whimpered like a girl

Pounds of flesh pressed into my flank

Two comrades pulled me from the carcass

And carried me back to town on a plank


In my brother’s house I was kept

Surrounded by he, his woman and babes

And I cried more than the youngest one

When Myrridin said I’d be lame


The wound itself was deep and red

The bones within were shattered

Medwrat said, while holding my head

That god would make me better


Arthur’s wife was there too, Gwenhwyfar

Barely seen in the corner

My cause she took and had me moved

To heal better in her care


Anger seeped from my pores

That I didn’t die that night

What use to Arthur is a man

Who cannot stand and fight?


All the women sent to tend to me

I sent them all away

Even the one I took in a raid

Who came and wept all day


Those who saw me were few

My attitude made them flee

My brother, only would see me after

The only I could stand to see


What he didn’t know was I envied him

Riding with Arthur to war

Confined to this room alone

In bed, an awful bore


Console me, yes, he tried to do

With stories of the past

I’d be up and running by fall of leaf

Sometimes I thought him an ass


But somewhere within his words gave me strength

As did the stories he told

At midsummer I tried walking

Not strong enough on my own


A staff I gave all my weight

Each step filled with pain

But not halfway ‘cross the terrace

I had fallen and was crying again


Gwenhwyfar tried encouragement

Then she held me when I cried

I relaxed there, she stroked my hair

Then something stirred inside


She sent for wine and barley cakes

Then sent her girl away

Over this we spoke of future

And made plans for me to stay


She said, “Bedwyr, you’ll be my champion

When Arthur’s men are gone

When they all ride off to wars

And leave us all alone”


I was excited by this prospect

Being useful once more

But more excited for other things to come

What Gwenhyfar had in store


She told me of a sacred place

Where spring water ran too hot

Where reeds and weeds had overgrown

The bath that time forgot


I was to meet her there

The temple at the heart

There we expressed our love

Never to be torn apart


There’s a heightened sense of something I missed

Being with Gwenhyfar

It’s not the love we share together

But maybe danger, maybe fear


But every morning tending the horses

I think of the moments we share

The touch of her hands, the feel of her skin

The silkyness of her hair


But sooner or later Arthur must return

And what to come of us then?

Though he has never had interest in her

And we both are naught but men


So I ask “what will we do when Arthur comes home?”

And Gwenhwyfar says he may not

That he may be cut down as Valerius once was

And left in the battlefield to rot


I say that Arthur cannot be killed

Warriors like him never can

Not long as he carries Caliburn

He is Britannia’s safest man


We go around in circles

Predicting Arthur’s demise

Suggesting Cei take his place

His rule would be more wise


I told her I’d kill Arthur

Then she’d be mine to wed

We both knew I could barely stand

And that Arthur’d have my head


I told her that I’d treasure her

The way Arthur never did

I never saw her as an aged woman

Though we’d never have a kid


The last night in the darkness

A small voice called out “Lady?”

A girl appeared with startling news

That Arthur was back already


The girl made plans to save us

But it already was too late

We just stared, holding each other

Already sealing our fate


Arthur came in and bellowed

His voice echoed from the stone

Though I knew he was my kinsman

I knew I wouldn’t go home


Lightning flared on Caliburn

Arthur’s sacred blade

And from the hatred flash in his eye

His hand would not be stayed


My head was left in sacred spring

My lady’s shift was sprayed with red

Warrior, lover, champion, now

All I am is dead


You heard my story of youth and play

And now one of my deeds

Now I leave having told my story

The headless man in reeds.


Thursday, May 28, 2009

The Squire's Tale (Part 2)

The third question (yes, I realize I skipped the second) asks about our impressions of the novel from a patriarchal standpoint. And my response is as follows:
If we consider patriarchal to be where "women are seen as passive and 'simple' creatures who need men to protect them" (see previous post),
then Morris's THE SQUIRE'S TALE is not patriarchal.

Consider the women of the novel individually: the Very Ugly Woman (Lady Lorie), Morgan, Lady Alisoun, Lady Ettard, Nimue, and Morgause.

Lady Lorie—She is the catalyst that truly begins Sir Gawain’s quest. By guiding the hart and hound through the feast at Camelot, and challenging
Sir Gawain verbally, it is her appearance (in the physical location) that is the initiating event in the cycle of the hero’s journey. She
reappears at the end to challenge Gawain once again, allowing him to prove himself. At no point do we see her as passive and solely in need
of rescue.

Morgan—When Morgan le Fay first appears in THE SQUIRE’S TALE, she appears to Terence as a serpent. As an archetype, the serpent is
representative of evil, most often associated with an allusion to Genesis and the snake that tempted Eve. We find out from Sir Marhault
that Morgan is a temptress, being the woman who encouraged Marhault to boast about his abilities, which ended up getting him cursed. To Gawain,
she appears to offer guidance, which Gawain has been forewarned to heed.

Lady Alisoun—This female character is nicknamed “The Bloodthirsty,” which is an interesting way to introduce a character of the female sex.
Where she might be the first of the three to be considered particularly dainty, it turns out that Lady Alisoun has a penchant for the grotesque
and becomes bored when Gawain won’t indulge her appetites. It seems that Alisoun doesn’t need a man to save her, but she does need one to keep
her in dead bodies, whether it be of others, or of the knights she’s with, themselves.

Lady Ettard—She runs a castle, which probably rules over a portion of the land, without a man to sit behind. She and Pelleas have a symbiotic
relationship: he needs to be insulted by the woman he loves, and she needs to be the one in control. Not characteristic of a damsel in distress.

Nimue—She is the Lady of the Lake. The Lady of the Lake, in some legends, is the person who granted Arthur the sword Excalibur. In THE
SQUIRE’S TALE, is the messenger who tells Gawain he’s not yet finished with Pelleas and Ettard, and one who almost botches the reparation of
that relatioship. Legend has it that Nimue is the character that the Merlin was in love with, and she sealed him in a cave. While this is not
explicitly said, familiarity with the legend lends itself to that inference given the statement made by Kai that "[Merlin] announced one
day that he’d done here, and he was off to take his rest. He walked out of the gates and met a lady—a faery beauty if I know anything—on a white
horse. They rode away together" (Morris, 1998, 192).

Morgause—She is a controlling woman, sending her husband off to war against Arthur only to be killed. She is known as “The Enchantress,”
whose sole purpose is to unseat all of the kings and princes and take over rule of the land.

All of the women in THE SQUIRE’S TALE are neither passive nor simple in the parts they play in the story. Indeed, many of the women seem to have
their own agenda to fulfill and see about using the other characters to do so. By the definition given, I cannot support the idea that this
particular story is patriarchal or masochistic in nature. Because the main characters are male and the story follows the exploits of these men
is not enough reason to give it that label.

Morris, G. (1998). THE SQUIRE'S TALE. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company.

The Squire's Tale (Part 1)

The discussion prompt asked for our favorite character in Gerald Morris's The Squire's Tale. Here is my response.

As much as Morgaine, or Morgan le Fay, is usually my favorite character when it comes to Arthurian Legend, in THE SQUIRE'S TALE, my favorite is
Terence. It is Terence's extreme loyalty to the character with whom he finds himself bound, that draws my attention to him. An admirable
quality in any friend.

Terence shows his loyalty through his actions. When Gawain asks the boy to be his squire, "Terence [looks] hesitantly at the hermit" (Morris,
1998, p. 11), reluctant to leave Trevisant, the man who raised him, alone to fend for himself without a memory. And it isn't without tears
that Terence leaves Trevisant behind.

Terence's loyalty to Gawain is shown in deeds throughout the novel, the first of which is professing the story of Sir Hartubris's defeat to
Arthur, though Gawain had no intention of doing so. As soon as Terence spoke, "he immediately knew he had made a terrible social error...and
Terence realized that none of the other squires in the room had spoken a word" (Morris, 1998, p. 32). But his motive for speaking was noble: to
help Gawain become a knight of the Round Table.

Terence's confidence in his ability to be open with Sir Gawain is further example of Terence's loyalty. To be bold enough to say to
Gawain, "No, milord...I think we should go that way," (Morris, 1998, p.154), shows not only the nature of the relationship between knight and
squire, but also that Terence would not let Gawain head off in the wrong direction.

Finally, Terence shows his loyalty to Gawain once Terence has completed his own quest--that of finding the identity of his parents. Robin,
Terence's guide, offers Terence a place in the Other World on behalf of Terence's father, Ganscotter. When Robin indicates that Terence must go
alone, leaving Gawain behind, Terence chooses to stay with Gawain and return to Camelot.

It is not easy to find loyal friends--so many people have their own agendas that cause manipulation, or a relationship that is less than
symbiotic. With Terence, his own agenda isn't secondary, but his loyalty to his friends takes precedence.
Morris, G. (1998). The Squire's Tale. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company.

ENGL 363 and Summer Plans

The Squire's Tale by is the first of the novels I've read for my ENGL 363 course. First step on my way to an endorsement in Library Science.

What I'll try to do this summer (or at least for the first five weeks) is post here the responses I post to questions raised in my class. Additionally, I'll give comments on some of the things my classmates (no names, of course) discuss that I didn't previously think of.

Before I begin, however, I want to talk a little about novel. The Squire's Tale is the first in a series by the same name by Gerald Morris. This particular installment follows Terence, Sir Gawain's squire, on his adventurous search for his identity. Did I mention that I love Arthurian Legend?

Much like many stories based on legend, The Squire's Tale fits the archetype of the hero journey. It's common knowledge around here that I absolutely love the hero journey. It's a way of making a story make sense to those who need it laid out in a set of labels. I believe I began my discussion of the hero journey last summer when my Book Buddy suggested I read the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series (the fifth of which I'll be talking about here in the near future).

So hooray! for the hero journey, and off we go.