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Fantasyscapes 2: At the Crossroads

Fantasyscapes 2: At the Crossroads

bgtolkien
Middle Earth

Let’s take a walk.

I like to move when I think; exercise clears the mind and after all that time in the swamp, I think anyone would be grateful for a chance to stretch their legs.  We’re taking this show, as the man says, on the road.

I thought this was going to turn out a lot easier than it has.  Fantasy, after all, is a genre all about journeys, both in the one simply walking into Mordor sense and the journey, comma, hero’s sense.  The road leads ever onward, and one thing I’ve discovered in a gradual but gradually increasing pace and desperation, roads don’t get as much love as I expected, and I think that’s really unfortunate.

Road plays synecdoche for journey; for travel and conflict and development, and it does this so often that it’s harder to find roads that are characters in their own right than I thought, even though they share a lot of characteristics in common.

The Dark Tower
The Dark Tower

Roads are complex creatures, or, at least, they are more complex than they seem at first.  They come from a place and they go to a place and, in between, they pass through a lot of other places, and though that comes off as obvious to the point of being foolish to just say, it’s the basis for what makes as road something special.

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Fantasyscapes 1: The Bog Blog

Fantasyscapes 1: The Bog Blog

blackbogstenchThere’s a good chance we haven’t met.

My name is Erik, I tell stories, but today, I am not telling you a story, exactly.   Today, and heaven willing, the next little while, I will be more like a travel agent.  A very bad travel agent, probably, since I’ve got no notion to listen to your vacation plans; I’ve got a list of locations we’re going to visit, and not a single one is the kind of thing that conjures to mind restful vacation.

The mighty editrix of this fine establishment has called on me to take you places, and she assures me that you folks have sort of peculiar tastes, and that the places I show you are places you’ll enjoy going, and probably, places a lot of you have already been.

So let’s put that to the test and go straight for the swamps.  I love swamps.  I own a pair of tall boots for tramping about in them.  Swamp is half of my heritage (the other half being Yankee), and it was the call of the swamp and the bog that netted me in the first place.

Fantasy belongs to and in the swamp.

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