Showing posts with label myth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label myth. Show all posts

Monday, 29 July 2013

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If you've just stumbled over this blog, there's lots to read for myth lovers, writers and people who are generally interested in the world of books. Please feel free to explore, but I've put some links below to get you started.  I'm locked away writing a novel right now, which involves lots of tricky ancient history research and general apply-bum-to-seat-and-get-on-with-it stuff, so I may be absent for a while. However, I'll post any interesting news and developments here as and when they happen, and for my latest thoughts on writing, you can find me over at An Awfully Big Blog Adventure on the 19th of every month. Meanwhile, have fun delving into the world of Scribble City!


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Friday, 14 December 2012

Fantabulous Fridays A-Z: Y for Yokai with Zoe Marriott



Scribble City Central's penultimate and forty-first Fantabulous Friday comes from Zoë Marriott.  You may not have come across Zoë's novels yet, in which case you are in for a real reading treat.  Shadows on the Moon is a truly original YA fantasy about shadow weaver Suzume, set in a 'secondary world' Japan, and her latest, Frostfire, made me stay up all night to finish it. The other two - The Swan Kingdom and Daughter of the Flames - are equally page-turning high fantasy. I promise you, she's a talent to watch, and, my instinct tells me, about to become the Next Really Big Thing in YA publishing.

I don't say this lightly. I read a lot of YA.  Some of it is very good, some of it is 'meh', some of it is average. Rarely is it truly excellent. Zoë's work definitely comes under the latter category, and I'm pleased to say that I have an SCC EXCLUSIVE to share with you! 

Scribble City Central has been extremely privileged to be the VERY FIRST to read a copy of Zoë's newest novel, The Night Itself, the first in The Name of the Blade trilogy. I've sworn on pain of instant excommunication not to put up any spoilers, but I can tell you that this is the most unusual take on urban fantasy I've read in years.  It's fresh, it's original, it has a cool factor of sub-zero and it's going to take the teen reading world by storm. If I'm wrong, I swear I'll eat a hat with a knife and fork in public.  Here's the little I can tell you about the plot: Mio wants a realistic weapon to wear with her Rukia anime costume to a fancy dress party - so she 'borrows' the Yamato family heirloom from the attic. The katana is an ancient sword, and by unsheathing it from its hiding place, she lets loose a terrifying evil from the past, which stalks the streets of London, killing at random. Pursued by gods and monsters from Japanese myth, Mio must learn to use the sword's mystical powers or suffer the consequences - and after the intriguingly honourable young warrior Shinobu enters her life, she learns that failure to do so might just break her heart.

I absolutely loved the way Zoë melds the life of a London teenage girl with aspects of Japanese culture - anime and manga fans will love the Kitsune fox clan - and makes it into such a smooth and credible whole.  Mio and her goth best friend Jack play off each other in a way which makes them really jump off the page, coming across to the reader as likeable, rounded and fully-formed characters - and Mio in particular has an overt bravery about her which I found extremely refreshing. Too many heroines in YA come across as tentative, unsure of themselves and just a bit inadequate in their own eyes. Mio is definitely not one of those 'always-questioning-herself' heroines – she's kickass and New Feminist, but portrayed in a sympathetic way that shows her as not 'Miss Perfect', and it makes me love her all the more to know that she does have some very human teengirl quirks and frailties.

I cared about what happened to every single one of the main protagonists - and my desire to know What Happens Next is Very Enormous.  I also loved the spark of curiosity Zoë lit in me with regard to Japanese myth.  It's not something I know a great deal about - but I'm going to investigate.  One story she refers to in the book (and I don't think she'll mind me mentioning this) is of the gods Izanagi and Izanami.  I was surprised at how many parallels there were with the mythical Greek stories of Ouranos and Gaia, and also of Persephone, Orpheus and Eurydice. Entirely fascinating for a myth geek such as myself.

Although The Night Itself isn't coming from Walker Books till July 2013, I'd urge you to put it on your wishlist right now.  Until then, and to give you an insight into some of the mythical characters in the book, here's Zoë to tell you about:

Y for Yokai
Mischievous Japanese Tricksters


ZM: The Yokai is a more or less unknown quantity for many people in the West. He or she – or even it – originates in Japan, a culture which, due to its many years of Isolationism, is still fascinatingly new and alien to most other cultures.

Yokai do not take any one form. In fact, they’re a whole class of mythical beings ranging from benevolent spirits who help humans, to mischievous trickster figures, to downright malevolent creatures who murder anyone that might cross their path. The word simply means ‘phantom’ or ‘apparition’.
But don’t run away with the idea that Yokai are ghosts! Although some of them are created from humans who have gone through extreme suffering, such as the Yuki-Onna, a female snow spirit thought to appear when a woman dies of exposure, others are embodiments of nature, like the Oni, a kind of ogre-ish creature tied to a certain geographical feature in the landscape, such as a mountain. Some Yokai are ‘spirit animals’ or ‘obake’ - normal cats, badgers, raccoons or snakes who undergo a magical transformation or simply live to such a great age that they gain the ability to shapeshift. There is a whole subclass of Yokai called Tsukumogami: everyday items like paper lanterns, tea kettles or even straw sandals which come to life when they reach a hundred years old!

The thing each Yokai has in common is the possession of a spirit or a soul of its own. These are not mindless creatures. Their actions, powers and habits may seem incomprehensible to humans, but there is usually a detailed back-story to their existence, and they are all very much alive, even when someone or something has had to die to call them into existence.
A selection of Japanese Yokai

In many ways, the teeming diversity of Yokai is the Japanese counterpart of the broad category of Western ‘fairies’, which includes selkies, brownies, elves, weres, haunts, gnomes, glims and the Sidhe or Fair Folk. But most of us have seen a dozen different incarnations of a werewolf, fairy or elf in books, on TV, and in the cinema. Few of us have even heard of the majority of Yokai. There’s a truly magical sense of the unknown about them, and a lot of space for writers and readers to exercise their imagination!

I think my fascination with Yokai dates back to a story I read in a Reader’s Digest anthology of fairytales and folklore when I was about ten. There were many Western stories in the book, but it also included the tale of a Kitsune – an immortal fox spirit – who fell in love with a mortal man, and eventually turned to a pillar of stone in her heartbreak when he chose a human wife over her. Such a melancholy story was unusual in a book of stories for children, and it appealed to me greatly.
Yokai came into my own work in quite a surprising way – not as part of the setting in one of my high or secondary world fantasies, but as the inspiration for my very first urban fantasy, and my first trilogy. I’d always wanted to write a fantasy set in this world. After the great explosion in young adult paranormal romance and urban fantasy over the past couple of years, a lot of urban-fantasy-ish ideas were starting to develop in the back of my head; tropes that I was interested in subverting, characters that I wanted to turn on their heads, plots that I wanted to explore. But I needed a mythology, and by that point I was sick of vampires, elves, werewolves, fairies, angels and every other staple of the genre.

Then one day a friend of mine quoted the Robert Graves poem ‘The Bedpost’ to me. It’s about a legendary warrior who is trapped in the form of a wooden post until a pitying maiden should set him free. In the poem the maiden in question isn’t interested and the warrior remains trapped. Instantly I felt the need to write a different, more satisfying ending to this story. But my warrior wouldn’t be trapped in a bed post. He’d be imprisoned somewhere a bit more interesting… like in a sword. A Japanese katana, in fact. And my mythology would be the folklore of Japan, and my creatures – my heroine’s enemies and allies – would be the fascinating Yokai.

In writing about many different kinds of Yokai for The Night Itself – Book One of The Name of the Blade trilogy - I’ve tried to honour the spirit of their intricate origin stories, and the fact that each of them has complex motives and agendas. But because these creatures are roaming the streets of 21st century Britain, it also felt right to give them a little twist.

A Kitsune Fox spirit

One of my favourite Yokai is still the Kitsune. It seemed logical that London, a city which is known for its urban fox population, would have a distinct clan of urban Kitsune all its own. These foxes are as cunning and clever as their Japanese cousins, but they’re a lot less friendly to the humans who poison and shoot them than the Kitsune of folklore. They dress in the latest fashions and venture out to watch movies or shop, but they can still turn into foxes at will and shoot lightning from their tails when provoked. And their lack of concrete gender – the myths say that they can take any kind of human form they wish, whether it’s as a beautiful young woman or an ancient old man – would give even modern day teenagers pause.

You can find Yokai in all their forms roaming through Hayao Miyazaki’s astonishing animated films. If you want more detailed information, a copy of The Great Yokai Encyclopedia by Richard Freeman will show you how neatly and precisely the Japanese categorize these seemingly chaotic creatures.


SCC: Thank you so much, Zoë. I do love the fact that TNI was sparked off by a Robert Graves poem - I think the old master of mythology would love that.  The Yokai are fascinating, and I look forward to finding out more about them, as I'm sure do many of my readers.

Next Week: Caroline Lawrence, author of The Roman Mysteries, explores Z for Zephyros in the last of the series

Monday, 3 December 2012

#TwitterFiction Festival: 100 Greek Myths in 100 Tweets (The Full Story 61-80)



Part 4 of my myth tweet epic...The Death of Heracles to Odysseus's call-up to the Trojan War

Wife duped by covetous centaur! Doubting Deianeira destroys hubby Heracles! Dead hero rises to Olympus! Hera in fuming fury 
Heracles' second wife, Deianeira is tricked by the evil dying centaur, Nessus, into taking a vial of his 'magic blood', which he says will show her if her husband is ever unfaithful. When Deianeira thinks she has cause to doubt Heracles' fidelity, she dips his robe into the blood, which is deadly poisonous, although she doesn't know this. Heracles dies in agony, but is taken up to Olympus by Zeus, to live there with the gods.  Hera throws a tantrum, but Zeus is immovable on the subject.

Snake Giants attack Gods! Chaos on Olympus! Shrewd scheme from hero Heracles saves doomed deities! Even hateful Hera happy
The reason Zeus needs Heracles on Olympus is that a prophecy has been made, saying that he will save the gods from disaster.  This proves true, when Heracles puts together a plan to defeat the terrible Snake Giants, who are attacking the deities (and winning). In the end, even Hera has to admit that he had done a good job, and gave him her daughter, Hebe, for a wife.  Heracles ended up as Gatekeeper to Olympus.


Sexist row over athlete Atalanta! Gutsy huntress WILL run with men, declares loyal lover Meleager! Teen's spear proves point 
Meleager arranges for a team of heroes to come and hunt the Calydonian Boar with him, but one of the hunters, Ancaeus, refuses to hunt with Atalanta, because she is female.  Meleager, who likes the young huntress, stands up for her and tells Ancaeus to go home if he doesn't like the decision.  Atalanta proves her point by drawing first blood from the boar with her arrow, and the boar eventually dies by Meleager's spear.


'Outrun me or die!' Bride in deadly dare! Melanion addles Atalanta with smart-alec apple drop! Speedy sprint scoops spouse 
Atalanta makes her father promise that any man who wishes to marry her must either beat her in a running race or die.  Melanion, who has fallen in love with her, doesn't want to die like the other princes who have lost her challenge, so he prays to Aphrodite. Aphrodite gives him three golden apples, telling him to drop one every time Atalanta tries to pass him in the race. Atalanta is successfully distracted, and Melanion wins both the race and the girl.

Princesses vs Muses! 'We simply sound sweeter' warble regal 9! Muses not amused! Shrill squawks from new royal magpie girls 
The nine daughters of King Pierus challenged the Muses to a song contest, saying that their voices were sweeter.  As soon as they began to sing, the Muses turned them into nine squawking magpies.

Death-defying Admetus does deal with tipsy Fates!  Alcestis thwarts Tartarus king in swap sacrifice! Hades 'not happy'
The Fates could not be bribed, but in the case of Admetus, they got drunk and promised Apollo that his friend should never die as long as he could find someone to got to Tartarus for him when the time came. Alcestis, Admetus's faithful wife, offered to go in his stead, and, although Hades was not happy about it, he was so impressed with her devotion that he sent her back to be with her husband on earth.

First Ever Murder! Ixion takes rap for fiery pit slaying! Killer pays price on flaming sky wheel! 'Justice served!' say gods
Ixion, the world's first murderer, slew his own father-in-law by deliberately tipping him into a pit full of fire, where he died. Zeus ordered Hermes to punish Ixion by tying him to a fiery wheel and rolling him around the sky.

Orpheus in romantic rescue! Makes epic error, looks back at Eurydice! Lovers torn apart in Tartarus tragedy! Heartbreaker Hermes 'uncaring' 
Orpheus, the world's best musician, was determined to rescue his dead lover, Eurydice, from the Underworld. Hades agreed to let her go on condition that Orpheus didn't once look back on the journey to see that she was following him.  He failed, and Eurydice was dragged back to Hades' realm by Hermes, who ignored both lovers' pitiful cries.

Helpful healer Asclepius courts wrath of Zeus! Banned Gorgon blood aids rogue resurrection bid! Death by lightning forecast 
Asclepius, taught to be a great healer by the centaur Chiron, starts to raise people from the dead with the help of a jar of Gorgon's blood. This makes Hades and the Fates angry, and Asclepius has to promise Zeus that he won't use it again. But Asclepius can't resist the pleas of a man whose son has just died, and resurrects him. Zeus then kills the healer with a lightning bolt.

Wedding woe of Peleus & Thetis! Goddess friction flares over Apple of Discord! Athene/Hera/Aphrodite in calamitous catfight
Eris, goddess of Discord has not been invited to the wedding of Peleus and Thetis, so decides to cause trouble. She rolls a golden apple marked 'To the Fairest' towards Hera, Aphrodite and Athene, who then quarrel as to which of them it is meant for.


Mum's ankle blunder seals baby Achilles' fate! Mortal heel 'will trip him up' predicts prophet. Tearful Thetis flees to sea 
Nereid Thetis is determined to make her latest son, Achilles, immortal.  She hangs him over a sacred fire, holding onto one ankle. Although she succeeds in making the baby mostly immortal, Peleus snatches the child away from her before she can finish. The ankle she was holding (his 'Achilles heel') is therefore not immortal and will prove to be the death of him in the end. Thetis is so angry with Peleus that she leaves him and goes back to the sea.

Hero ship sets out on epic voyage! Argo endures persistent perils! Captain Jason joyful as craft sails safely into Colchis 
Jason gathers together a crew of heroes to sail his ship, Argo, to Colchis to steal the Golden Fleece.  On the way there, the Argonauts have many adventures, meeting Harpies, clashing rocks and much more.


Jason overcomes army of obstacles! Hero swoops on stolen sheep swag! Medea's magic aids evening escape! Golden Fleece 'gone' 
Jason is set a series of impossible tasks by the King of Colchis, including sowing a field with dragon's teeth - which sprout up as an army of stone soldiers.  With the help of Medea, the king's witch-daughter, he completes the tasks, evades the stone soldiers, and steals the magical Golden Fleece, sailing the Argo out of Colchis on the evening tide.


Tug-of-love boy is Aphrodite's Adonis! Persephone snubbed as handsome hunk 'prefers Olympus'!  Boar gore ends gigolo's life 
Aphrodite hides baby Adonis in a chest and takes him down to the Underworld, giving it to Persephone to keep safe.  When Persephone hears a cry from the chest, she takes out Adonis and brings him up as her own child.  Some years later, Aphrodite visits, falls in love with Adonis, and takes him with her to Olympus, which he much prefers to Hades' gloomy realm.  Persephone is deeply hurt by his rejection, after all her care, and sends a white boar to gore Adonis to death when he is out hunting.


Cowherd woos nymph in raunchy romance! 'Paris is my prince!' gushes infatuated Oenone! Gods interrupt pastoral paradise 
Oenone falls in love with a disguised Prince Paris of Troy, and he with her.  But the gods intervene in their romance, knowing that Paris has another destiny.

Paris in challenging choice! Goddesses make decision 'difficult'! 'Have Helen' coos artful Aphrodite in unbeatable offer 
The golden apple has caused discord between the goddesses, and Aphrodite, Athene and Hera want a decision made as to which of them is the fairest (see above).  They choose Paris, and each promises a great gift if he chooses them.  Aphrodite promises that he can have the great beauty Helen of Sparta for his own - and Paris picks the goddess of love as the fairest of them all, with dire consequences.


'It's Menelaus for me' says star-eyed Helen! Greek Kings swear to shield Spartan sweetie forever! 'Witnessed!' thunders Zeus 
Helen of Sparta chooses King Menelaus as her husband, and he makes all the kings of Greece swear to protect and defend her from all foes.  The gods witness the promise - but the kings themselves hope they'll never have to keep it.

Eros arrows pierce Helen with passion for prince! Paris swipes Spartan Queen! Mortified Menelaus leads launch of 1000 ships 
Aphrodite keeps her promise to Paris and sends her son Eros to pierce Helen of Sparta with his arrows of love, and make her fall for the prince instead of her husband.  Paris steals the smitten queen away to Troy, and Menelaus calls up all the kings to go to war to reclaim her from the Trojans, launching a fleet of 1000 ships.

Iphigenia sacrifices self as sin scapegoat! Winds whirl ships out of Aulis! 'Trojans beware!' trumpets aggressive Agamemnon 
Menelaus was all ready to sail out with his great fleet from the harbour at Aulis, but the winds were against them because Agamemnon had offended the goddess Artemis. The only way for Agamemnon to change this was to sacrifice his daughter, Iphigenia.  The princess offered herself on the sacrificial altar, and the winds immediately blew in a favourable direction. The ten year Trojan War had begun!


Mad or mendacious? Odysseus ploughs sand in risky ruse to avoid call-up! Menelaus bests clever King with sneaky son strategy 
Odysseus did not want to keep his vow to King Menelaus, so he pretended to be mad by ploughing a beachful of sand when the call-up came. Menelaus snatched his baby son, Telemachus, from the arms of his mother and laid him down in front of the plough, at which point Odysseus gave in and said he would come to Troy.


Click HERE for Part 1: Myths 1-20 Creation to the Minotaur
Click HERE for Part 2: Myths 21-40 Endymion to Echo and Narcissus
Click HERE for Part 3: Myths 41-60 Artemis to Autolycus
Click HERE for Part 5: Myths 81-100 Philoctetes to Odysseus's Return to Ithaca (the whole Iliad and Odyssey)



Anyone who is interested in finding out more can do so in my book,


which was written for children, but also seems to be the 'ready reference' book of choice for many university Classics students.  It's available HERE

Friday, 5 October 2012

FANTABULOUS FRIDAYS A-Z: P FOR PUCK WITH CELIA REES



Scribble City Central's thirty-second Fantabulous Friday comes from Celia Rees, one of Britain's best writers for teenagers. This is not Celia's first visit to SCC. In February I interviewed her about her latest wonderful (and gritty) novel, This is Not Forgiveness.  You can read that interview HERE.

This time round, Celia moves to different territory - the territory of Shakespeare's Dream, the dells and wild places where confused lovers trip over deliberately placed briars, where men are made asses, where the world is girdled in thirty minutes.  This untamed forest is (partly) the setting for one of my very favourite of Celia's books, The Fool's Girl, an eerily compelling take on Twelfth Night. I found Celia's depiction of the Forest of Arden one of the most lyrically beautiful pieces of writing I've read for a long time.  It is an exquisite woodland place within a timeless bubble, but make no mistake, its beauty is of the brooding sort underneath the dappled sunlight.  It has thorns, and dark things hiding behind ancient trees, ready to rip and tear.  Celia is therefore the perfect person to plumb the mysteries of Shakespeare's most recognisable fairy - the ever-michievous:

P for Puck
Oldest Old Thing in England


CR: I first met Puck as a ‘small, brown, broad-shouldered, pointy-eared person with a snub nose, slanting blue eyes, and a grin that ran right across his freckled face.’ The Puck of  Rudyard Kipling’s Puck of Pook’s Hill.  My father read the stories to me as a child and my love of myth and of history may well go back to those readings. Puck appears to Dan and Una, upon the eponymous Pook’s Hill and, sustained by Bath Oliver biscuits, he tells them stories about the history of Britain. The stories are not exactly historically accurate but what child cares about that?  They are exciting and more than a little uncanny and speak of a continuity of place, a record in the landscape of times gone by.  An idea that I found as intriguing now as I did then.
And see you marks that show and fade,
Like shadows on the Downs?
O they are the lines the Flint Men made,
To guard their wondrous towns!
Kipling’s Puck describes himself as ‘the oldest Old Thing in England’.
 ‘The People of the Hills have all left. I saw them come into Old England and I saw them go.’ 
Puck, Puca in Old English, the wild spirit of the woods, is both ancient and enduring and appears in many guises as Puck or Robin Goodfellow in England, as the brownie in Scotland, bucca in Cornwall, pùca in Ireland and pwca in Wales.

What conjures him in Puck of Pook’s Hill is a performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Shakespeare was writing before loss of belief drove the People of the Hills from the land.  In Elizabethan England belief in the supernatural was still strong and people would have believed in fairies, elves, supernatural creatures of all kinds and where better for them still to dwell than in the great Forest of Arden that still dominated much of Shakespeare’s native Warwickshire? Shakespeare’s plays are full of references to an active folklore and folk belief. It was there for him to draw upon as part of his lexicon of inspiration.  As far as I am concerned, this gives the lie to his plays being written by anyone other than a provincial commoner still close to the soil.  Puck serves Oberon, King of the Fairies. Oberon was the name for the King of the Breton Fairies.  Interestingly, the Queen of the Fairies has no name, so Shakespeare named her Titania.  Puck is playful, a trickster, but is also very powerful. He, like the other fairies, is profoundly ‘Other’, not human at all.

 I have always found this idea fascinating and a performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream at Stratford had a direct influence on the writing of The Fool’s Girl.  I took my main inspiration from Twelfth Night but I wanted to allude to other plays too, as if they were all swirling around in Shakespeare’s head, and I had to take him to the Forest of Arden so that my characters could encounter the folk who lived there. The Lord and Lady of the Wood are not quite Oberon and Titania but there is something uncanny about them and their servant, Robin.
‘There was a rustle in the branches above them and a boy dropped down from a tree to land at their feet. At least he appeared at first glance to be a boy … His stare expressed mild interest, mixed with amusement that could easily tip into malice. Despite his slight stature, he was no boy. His brown mossy hair was braided and wound with threads of different colours, hung with beads and shells. He wore necklaces made from beads of bone, tiny skulls, rough dark stones like petrified skulls.’ 
I wanted Shakespeare’s Arden to be place where magic still existed but there is precious little of it left now. Google will take you straight to a golf course.  The People of the Hills certainly left long ago, but I like to think that Puck is still there somewhere, lurking in the rough, playing tricks on the golfers, ruining their swing, hiding their golf balls.

SCC: Thank you, Celia.  I like to think the People of the Hills are maybe not completely gone, as Puck says, but only sleeping till their time comes again.  And sometimes, in certain woods, I hear things which make me think they are not very far away at all.

You can buy the books mentioned in this post HERE

Next week: Mary Hoffman, author of the brilliant Stravaganza series, hunts for Q for Questing Beast.  Be prepared for fewmets!



 
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