![]() Admittedly, he didn't fill his book with maps, chronologies and glossaries. What's more, Anderson's Eddic verse was better. His women were as sharply drawn and thoroughly motivated as his men. He made it easy to believe that Yorkshire limestone could be the sparkling escarpments of Alfheim. He described how, without witch-sight, one might mistake elvish castles and towns for high, bleak mountains and boulder-strewn fells. Aside from his nursery-room tone, I was unhappy with his infidelities of time, place and character, unconvinced by his female characters and quasi-juvenile protagonists.Īnderson set his tale firmly in the early part of the second millennium, in England's Danelaw, when "the White Christ" was threatening the power of all the old gods. None the less, I couldn't take Tolkien seriously. Both had characters who quoted or invented bits of bardic poetry at the drop of a rusted helm. ![]() ![]() Both described Faery as a world of ancient, pre-human races no longer as powerful as they once were. Both stories involved magical artefacts of great power whose possession inclined the users to drastic evil. ![]() When I read it as a boy, Anderson's book impressed me so powerfully that I couldn't then enjoy Tolkien's. ![]()
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