I read Blood of Elves by Andrzej Sapkowski (trans. Danusia Stok) because for the last month and a half instead of doing anything remotely productive like reading or writing reviews here, I’ve been writing fanfiction for Netflix’s The Witcher. For COVID-19 reasons.
Quick Note: I hope that all of you reading this are doing well and able to take the necessary measures to be safe. I know some of you will be essential workers. I hope that your employees are ensuring your safety by providing you with the proper PPE and that you’re doing a lot of self-care. For those of us who are quarantined and either working from home or (in my case) just kind of trying to hang in there, my thoughts are with you as well.
I’ve heard a lot of mixed things about Sapkowski’s series but frankly I really enjoyed this. I appreciated that the male figures aren’t just a bunch of stoic heroes but have feelings and concerns. There was a sense of humor that I also wasn’t expecting because in my admittedly limited experience in reading Fantasy, that isn’t usually a thing. I’m invested in the characters and looking forward to reading on in the series.
I’ve been planning on starting a book club since I was in undergrad and am so proud to announce that this year I finally jumped in and started one! I tried googling to find advice about how to run a book club but didn’t find much that was helpful so I ended up making something that has worked so far for us. Each month, going in alphabetical order, someone gets to choose the genre for the month and then everyone can submit choices of novels for us to read in that genre. We then vote for the book we want to read and whichever one wins, we read. The only set rule is that the books have to be no more than 300 pages to accommodate people’s schedules. It’s an imperfect system but we’re seven months in and it’s going ok! The genre for our first book club was Fantasy and the book we ended up reading was The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro.
This was the second of Ishiguro’s works I’ve read, having been introduced to him in undergrad when we read The Remains of the Day. This is a very different novel, however, and I think I ended up liking this one better than the other.
Though it is genuinely a fantasy novel it is not the typical dragons and swords book that comes to mind (though both a dragon and swords are in this novel). It is set post-Arthurian Britain and the main characters in the novel are Axl and Beatrice, an elderly couple who find themselves losing their memories at an alarming rate and choose to try and go in search of their son who they can hardly remember and have been filling in the gaps with their own projected desires or beliefs. There is a mist that has spread throughout Britain complicating matters and we follow the couple as they journey to find answers and companions on their quest including a former Knight for King Arthur and a boy determined to find and save his mother.
This book left me feeling deeply, deeply, sad. But not in a bad way. In a reflective way that sort of feels good in its own strange, aching way. I related to Axl a great deal and his quest to make everything be ok and fight hard to refuse change. The novel also brings into question what being a hero is and who you can trust, including yourself, in times of chaos. I enjoyed the choice Ishiguro made to have the main characters be elderly because so often, especially in fantasy, the protagonists are in their prime and at the start of their journey, looking forward more than they look back.
Not everyone was affected by The Buried Giant in the same way I was though it still caused a good conversation and everyone took something away from it.