Book Review: Saving the Faerie Prince

 Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales, by Heather Fawcett (Del Rey)

I’m an unabashed fan of Heather Fawcett’s “Emily Wilde” series. Falling loosely in the genre of “Victorian lady scholar-adventurer” tales, these stories combine the best of the intrepid, self-reliant heroine who falls in love despite her better judgment with a passion for academic inquiry and a penchant for getting into trouble. Emily Wilde is a professor of dryadology, that is, the study of all things Fae, which in this world are real if often misunderstood and hidden. In previous adventures, she butted heads with fellow scholar, dashing and mercurial Wendell Bambleby, who turned out to be a Faerie prince in exile.  Discovering Wendell’s identity wasn’t enough, however. Emily found herself called upon to rescue him from poisoning by his evil stepmother and then to help restore him to his magical realm. Now she’s finally agreed to his marriage proposal despite all the folkloric warnings about how inconstant and lethal the courtly faw can be. She doesn’t know if she can truly trust him to remain himself once he’s back on the throne. But she trusts her own heart and the truths that underlie the stories whose study is her life’s work. None of this has prepared her for Wendell’s kingdom or the role she must soon play as its queen. As transcendently beautiful as this realm is, darkness stirs in the form of the stepmother’s parting revenge. The only way to save the realm and its people is for Wendell to sacrifice himself—which Emily refuses to consider as an option. Wendell may have other ideas.

This third volume in the series is every bit as captivating as the earlier ones, but it seemed to me that the characters were deeper and more complex, their inner conflicts more finely drawn. The questions have shifted from “Will he/won’t he?” and “Will she/won’t she?” to “What will he give to save his world and how will she save him from his better nature?” As before, the answer lies in the depths of folklore, the resonant truths that make these stories told again and again over generations. Those depths speak as powerfully to modern readers of Fawcett’s books as they do to the folk inhabiting them.

Truly a joy to read and savor.

 

Happy New Year: 2019 Intentions, Goals, and Wishes

I'm not big on resolutions, New Year's or otherwise. More often than not, all they do is set me up to fail or put me in competition with others, and who needs that? However, I do see a great deal of value in taking some time to clarify where I'm going in my life, if it's where I want to be going, and what I'd like to see different.

Years (as in, decades) ago, a friend suggested making a list of goals instead of resolutions, and to break them down into 1-year, 5-year, 10-year, and lifetime goals. I did that for quite a while, and I still have the notebook I kept them in. It's fascinating to look back at what I thought I wanted, 30 years ago -- what I have achieved, what I no longer want, and what is no longer possible.

Along the way, I realized that some of these things were within my power to achieve, but others were not. I might long for them, but I could not bring them about, or not entirely by my own efforts. For instance, finishing a novel or studying Hebrew are things I can choose to do, but my children being happy, however much I might desire to see that come about, is not something I myself can create. These things are wishes, not goals. Of course, many things are both. On my list is to write a work of enduring value -- I can write the best stories that are in me, but how they are received and how they endure the test of time is another matter entirely. I have no say over that.

For 2007, the year I turned 60:

1 year goals:

Finish (a specific book I was working on)

Transfer family videos to DVD

Celebrate becoming a crone

5 year goals:

Keep writing good stuff

10 years/lifetime:

Be active and happy

Do something activist and outrageous

As I wrote down goals and wishes, year after year, I found that they changed in other ways. The specifics tended to be resolved or discarded, but things emerged that were more general and had more to do with quality and spirit than measurable achievements. An example -- writing something that would speak to people long after I'm gone as opposed to selling a novel or selling a particular novel -- shows this change. The farther out in time the goals/wishes, the less they resembled "resolutions." I've started to think of them as intentions instead.

Yet, the universe does not cooperate with our best intentions. I can wish for and intend to have a year that is one way but get presented with situations and challenges I had no way of anticipating and end up with something quite different, marvelous or heart-breaking. Part of the shift from resolutions to intentions is the introduction of flexibility, of a suppleness of response to whatever life brings. Life is not limited by my imagination (or my fears). It is an adventure, not a fixed syllabus.

For 2019, the year I turned 72, my intentions are:

1 year intentions:

Write well most days

Exercise well most days

Make music most days

Let the people I love know how precious they are to me

5 years/10 years/lifetime:

Keep writing good stuff

Live a happy life

Be of service to others

My wishes are:

A more compassionate world

A return to political sanity

Hope for the devastation of global warming

Saving the most vulnerable people from poverty and climate change

Now I am 77 and as we enter the treacherous waters of 2025, not much has changed. For me, this affirms a true discernment of how I wish to live my life.

Photo by Cleo Sanda (1962-2012), may her memory be for a blessing.