Behold: some of the (many awesome) submissions we received for our #BattleWornBooks contest!
We’ve tried to include as many as possible for you all to enjoy. (Note that if you submitted more than one photo, we chose one to put up on the site here; and we may have edited your caption for length as well.)
Thanks to all who participated!
Oh… you want to know who the winners are?
The GRAND PRIZE Winner… who will receive the Subterranean Press edition (the very, very limited edition!) of Perfect Shadow… is Shadow Neconish!
Shadow edges all others by (1) having carried this book through legitimately super hard places (2) claiming to have the name “Shadow” and (3) by showing an appreciation for the fine art of leaving his readers begging for more. “Wait, what? What happened? And you came back? When? Why?”
Hi! My name is Shadow Neconish. I’ve had this book since I was 19. I went homeless a few years later. My favorite book is one of the few things I held on to. It’s been through hell and back with me. – Shadow N.
Here are the Top 5 Winners — who will each receive a Brand-New Author-Signed Set of The Night Angel Trilogy:
I have read the Night Angel Trilogy 19 times, with this particular book being at least a dozen of those. A well-loved book that’s been brought on many trips and adventures. – Daniel C.
19 times is… a lot of times. Plus, this picture is just so darn Christmas-y!
Me and my girlfriend used to sit down together and read books, it’s our little ritual. One day during such time I just pulled out a ring and bent on one knee, asking her to keep me company for the rest of my life. Thank God, she said “yes”! Can you guess which book she was reading back then? (Tip, it’s in the photo) #InLove #ToBeMarriedSoon #BeyondTheShadows #HappyEnding #BattleWornBooks – Krzysztof K.
Aw, I’m just a sucker for a love story. Right, you guys? (But, how did you not kill each other if one of you is a faster reader and had to wait at every page?)
My #battlewornbook is “The way of the Shadows”. It was the one I was reading when my family home burned down in 2010 and since it was the one closest to my bed, where the fire started, so it was pretty much unreadable. I did not get to read the series since then. – Ruben K.
To me that book looks suspicious. It’s paper… it’s paper, and yet standing there like it had nothing to do with what happened here. (But seriously, sorry. Fires suck.)
So this is my kind of entry: we won a battle with this book against fever and crabbiness and crying. Little girl on my back was sick so I put her on my back, started to read up from the book and walking in circles in the room. She got calm and fell asleep…
This one almost won Grand Prize. This is what I call Playing the Man, not the Game. I’ve been a parent, so I know how that feels. Also, well done!
Submitted by Lisabeth C.
It’s just… so darn pretty.
And here are (many) of the rest for your viewing pleasure!
Fell in love with these on the first page and have read them three times since. They’ve got through high school and work and have gotten three other people to read them as well. – Glenn D.My books are in fairly good shape as I value them dearly, but they have traveled the country with me. I met someone on a bus in San Jose who loved your work and befriended a couple in Tucson who named their son after Kylar. – Ricky W.My entire trilogy is battle worn, because Peter v Brett’s books keep picking fights with them. It gets messy and I have to keep splitting them up. No torn pages yet, but it’s only a matter of time! – Bronwyn P.Got this from New York Comic Con about four or five years ago, and on its way home, it got bent right at the neck below the cowl! I’m sad it got ruined, but it also seems more fitting. – Russell S.These books have been between home, college, and even once out of the country. My brother and I have each reread the Night Angel Trilogy as least once a year. – Dylan B.Actually my book is not that batlle worn, because i always try to keep care about my loved books. My most worn book (the german version of the way of shadows) is at the moment by a friend I lent it to. Thats also the reason why its a bit worn out, because I forced all my friends to read it. – Melanie B.A total cover buy of course. This is my favourite one because it’s the start of one of my favourite series ever. I take great care not to get my books all scruffy, but if you just could get a sniff of this book you’d realise it has ‘persona’ as I love to read it in front of a small bonfire…and the smell is notorious. – Joccelyn L.“You’ve never read Brent Weeks!? Here, you can borrow my copies!” -Me, to all 13 of my cousins at the same time while we’re staying in a cabin without cell service or internet. – Salazar S.Long story short: I found it left by some patient in the waiting room, took it home, forgot about it, read it, loved it, read again, then read other two books, loved them all. Now I display the whole series in the same waiting room for others to read, only in a local language. – M. K.This book originally belonged to my brother who passed it on to me as I left for college. Although I’ve yet to finish Beyond the Shadows, this book has kept me extremely entertained and I’m eager to finish it soon. – Zachary R.I fetched this out of the box in the garage, and I was expecting some really bad wear. But, it seems all three books are in pretty good condition considering it has come all the way from the UK to Perth, Australia(6 years ago), survived two house relocations, being in storage for over a year, not to mention the amount of shelf rearranging and dusting. I think they maybe more battle hardened than battle worn! – Aaron#BattleWornBooks, we’ll I scored this box set second hand so who knows how many hands it passed through before coming to rest in mine. These books have endured several rereads and survived multiple earthquakes and aftershocks just since they came into my possession and yet still they’ve retained their shape, impressive I’d say!I lend my favorite book once to my biology teacher. It came back as one of many #BattleWornBooks#BattleWornBooks This is one of the first books I bought myself. And it has been through alot of misuse during it’s years. It was held hostage by an ex-girlfriend, for over a year. Left on a ship during rain. And it caught fire once when I reread it and brought it to close to my a forge where i worked. Still one of my most treasured books.Submitted by Jobee C.Submitted by Elyse R.Submitted by Monika R. J.
#BattleWornBooks I feel kinda bad because the originals were so damaged from use that I got this one. It’s been on MULTIPLE trips, taken to work, taken to play rehearsals, and read a grand total of maybe 15 times. As you can see, almost done with the 16th go-around 😉 @BrentWeekspic.twitter.com/tBEIFOCoRm
Here’s my #battlewornbooks Night Angel trilogy. It would be more worn if it’s weight and general massiveness didn’t discourage me from bringing it more places 😅 Luckily my library has a wonderful ebook collection. pic.twitter.com/cmltddvSJT
Okay. I see Brent Week’s #BattleWornBooks tag and I raise you one.
Books aren’t in the worst of shape but! I still have the super exclusive Barnes and Noble promo Comic that was only available for a limited time to go with.
Fan MEGA LEVEL unlocked. pic.twitter.com/9yXpmxCqwJ
I started reading these books during my freshman year of high school, and they’d be the only books I read (of my own will) those 4 years. I’d finish and restart. It got to the point where I’d grab one and open it and random and know right where I was in the story #BattleWornBookspic.twitter.com/IvYKYqWW7H
To celebrate the launch of Perfect Shadow in hardcover, we’re giving fans a chance to win 5 brand-new, author-signed sets of The Night Angel Trilogy. The contest is open to U.S. and international fans. One grand prize winner will receive a special signed book from Brent’s personal collection. (Hint: It’ll be one of Brent’s books, not his cherished old Calvin and Hobbes Treasury. Probably. He lies to CAPSLOCK, too.)
Via Twitter or Facebook, post a photo of your favorite, most-loved, battle-worn Night Angel book (or set of books) using the hashtag #BattleWornBooks and a line or two about how the book got that way. We’d love to see some creative scenery or settings (though no digital enhancement, please).
If you’re that one person, who brought in that super bloody book that I signed? You should totally submit that. Also, I’m never signing an actually bloody book again. I was young and foolish then.
Oh, and don’t beat up your book just to win this contest…. I mean, unless you’re going to go out and buy new copies afterward. Then you should DEFINITELY beat up your book just to win this contest.
More details.
Loot:
1 Person will receive a signed REDACTED… Secret thing. But it’s good. Seriously. You trust me, right? All plot twists are happy plot twists in Weeks-world, right?
5 People Will Win Brand-New Author-Signed Sets of The Night Angel Trilogy.
Rules:
1. Entries may be submitted starting today until Tuesday, November 14th at 3pm Pacific Standard Time
2. Entry must include:
a) a picture of your favorite Night Angel book
b) a one or two sentence description, maybe why it looks like this, or where it’s been.
c) #BattleWornBooks
3. International entries are allowed and encouraged!
4. Some photo editing is fine: think enhancement, not special effects.
5.You can only win once–but three books, so it’s like winning three times. Three times is enough.
6. If you email rather than post to Twitter or Facebook, the subject line of the email should read: #battlewornbooks
7. If you choose to use email, address the email to elisa at brentweeks dot com. (no spaces; and as in previous years, Brent will be selecting the winners).
8. Other: Brent will judge the photos and will select the six winners in no particular order of awesomeness. You must be 18 or older to win (younger participants are welcome, but by law I can’t give you a prize). No purchase is necessary. Odds of winning are based on the number of entries, but definitely higher if you submit. We will notify winners via Twitter, Facebook or email depending on how you submitted the photo. You must respond within 7 days, or another winner will be chosen. That would be sad. For you. They’d be happy. So maybe the net happiness would be neither increased nor decreased. We could try it out if you win.
9. Winners will be announced on Monday, November 20th.
Hold up, who’s that guy hanging with Harry Potter? Hey look everybody!
Granted, it’s a book about Harry Potter…. So maybe I’m not hanging with his Pot-ness Himself, but I’m hanging with someone who’s hung out with Harry? That could be cool!
Or it could be Dolores Umbridge. Ok. Less excited now.
And still on the list the next day! Well, la di da, who do I think I am, hanging out with Harry and Hillary Clinton?
I can’t help but notice she pushed me down a spot. Excu–Secreta–I– Never mind.
Yes, I live near Portland, so yes, I can see there’s a Bernie Sanders joke nearby, but I’m not touching that with a ten-foot poll. (You didn’t think you were getting out of here without at least a pun, did you?)
Seriously, though, thank you so much for your excitement about this novella. I know the time between my novels seems long for many of you (2 years each so far, and I’m striving to keep that pace!), but I want you to know it’s a long time for me too. Seeing readers connect with these stories and be eager to dive back into these worlds (albeit briefly this time!) is really affirming. Thank you for putting my work on such a list at all. It’s a privilege to be given the opportunity to write, and a rare gift to get to do it full time. Thank you!
In case you missed it before, you can find the limited signed edition of PERFECT SHADOW HERE. Or pre-order a (non-signed) hardcover from your favorite vendor:
For International Customers looking for a signed edition, click HERE. Otherwise, you should be able to get the hardcover through your regular channels.
The novella prequel to the Night Angel trilogy, PERFECT SHADOW is now available for pre-order in a beautiful new hardcover edition! This novella–it’s not a full-length novel!–has previously been available as an ebook and audiobook, so this edition is meant for those of you who prefer to read a book on paper, and enjoy another gorgeous cover gracing your shelves and completing your collection. (If you prefer digital or want to check out a sample before the November 7th publication date of the hardcover, the digital versions remain available, and still for the same low prices.)
Also included will be a bonus short story (“I, Night Angel”) that’s never before been published in physical format. If you’d like to hear more about why I chose to publish this now (or, heck, at all!), fill in your email in the banner above to get my newest newsletter and hear all the gory details. (I send only about 4 notes each year.)
Design by Lauren Panepinto. Photo-Illustration by Gene Mollica (genemollica.com).
Here’s the blurb:
Discover the origins of Durzo Blint in this original novella set in the world of Brent Weeks’ New York Times bestselling Night Angel trilogy.
“I got a bit of prophecy,” the old assassin said. “Not enough to be useful, you know. Just glimpses. My wife dead, things like that to keep me up late at night. I had this vision that I was going to be killed by forty men, all at once. But now that you’re here, I see they’re all you. Durzo Blint.”
Durzo Blint? Gaelan had never even heard the name.
*** Gaelan Starfire is a farmer, happy to be a husband and a father; a careful, quiet, simple man. He’s also an immortal, peerless in the arts of war. Over the centuries, he’s worn many faces to hide his gift, but he is a man ill-fit for obscurity, and all too often he’s become a hero, his very names passing into legend: Acaelus Thorne, Yric the Black, Hrothan Steelbender, Tal Drakkan, Rebus Nimble.
But when Gaelan must take a job hunting down the world’s finest assassins for the beautiful courtesan-and-crimelord Gwinvere Kirena, what he finds may destroy everything he’s ever believed in.
(Because I’m weird, PERFECT SHADOW is set before the events of The Night Angel trilogy, but is best read afterward.)
SIGNED COPIES!
For those of you who love books defaced by the actual physical pen of the author, in the US, Barnes & Noble is doing a special print run of signed copies, and I’m delighted that Barnes & Noble is going to be offering these for no additional cost! (To you. My hand is really tired.) These will be available exclusively through BN.com–so please don’t haunt your friendly local B&N asking for copies if you miss out! Pre-orders start today, but stock is limited. (Those will ship on publication date, November 7th.)
(Collectors outside the US: because BN only ships domestically, this offer is exclusively for the United States, but keep your eyes here for more news soon.)
To pre-order this hardcover at your other favorite vendors, click below:
Wow, check this out: I made the list of the Goodreads Top 50 Fantasy Books… twice! And it’s thanks to you!
Of course I had to dive in to the methodology, because at times my eyebrows did funny things at who wasn’t on the list. Here’s the official word: “These titles were chosen based on reader reviews, so every single book had to meet at least a 4.0 average rating from the Goodreads community. Then, for good measure, we looked at how many ratings each book has received. We also decided to select the first book in a series…”
(It’s always helpful to remember that Goodreads only went live in January of 2007, so books written before then are often scored lower–kids assigned to read a book may score it lower than their teachers would! Also, books that appeal to less tech savvy crowds who are less likely to use Goodreads will certainly have fewer reviews, and thus a lower placement on a list like this.)
BUT, caveats aside, I think this is a great place to find other great (and GREAT!) fantasy to read–and a nice place to complain that your favorites got overlooked! 😉
Go HERE to see the whole list, and to let your feelings be heard.
Dante? Awesome! I’ve always wanted Brent to review a game from the Devil May Cry series! Which one did you play?
Er… well, let me explain. I wanted a space with my new website design to talk about video games—I love them. But I also want to, from time to time, engage with other media. “What I’m Playing?” fits in a shorter space than “What form of media is Brent playing or reading or watching, and what particular title currently, and what is his take on that?”
So, uh, really this sidebar is “Brent’s Brain at Play” … so, yeah, it’s false advertising. Sorry.
I’ve just re-read The Divine Comedy for the first time since four miserable weeks in 1995. Miserable not because I hated Dante. I read the Dorothy Sayers translation in terza rima, and I loved much of it. The misery came from the class: Freshman Honors English, semester 1. This was my introduction to college. One semester, one class: 4,200 pages of reading.
I still believe this was the class that convinced the smartest student in the college—I’m talking ‘pun in Latin and expect others to laugh along with you’ smart—to drop out and become a priest. Little known fact: that kid punched me in the face once. (A little known fact that will doubtless come up when he’s up for canonization—he was a pretty darn good guy. Is still, I assume!) It was not the only fight I got into in college, oddly enough, though it was the only one where I didn’t hit back… So I guess you could say I… lost?
But c’mon, you try to hit back after a future pope punches you. If the word ‘discombobulating’ had been invented for any legitimate purpose, it would have been for that moment. (But that’s a pure hypothetical. Don’t combobulate if you hope to copulate, nerds.)
But I digress. Every student in Honors English 101 had a B or lower. (B- here.) Our professor was a poet. He really liked the word “wen”. No further explanation needed, right? The end of the semester was fast approaching. Panic set in for all these kids who’d never earned less than an A- in their 18 blesséd years, sir, by my troth!
The professor said we could add AN ENTIRE LETTER GRADE to our grade if we… outlined the entire Divine Comedy. That’s… a trilogy of epic poems.
It was an assignment that would later save my soul. But that’s another story.
Imagine thirty sweating honors class freshmen, some of whom had scholarships riding on their GPA, others—far more importantly—had their entire self-worth riding on their GPA. All of us faced Thanksgiving Break with the shame of a B. It had just become Thanksgiving “Break”.
There were three weeks from Thanksgiving until finals, when the assignment was due. Three weeks in the inferno—or, if one paced oneself correctly, one would only spend one week in Inferno, one in Purgatorio, and the last in Paradiso.
Oh, let me tell you, how those freshmen rejoiced their way through Paradiso. Well, maybe the final canto. Paradiso’s a bit of a slog, dramatically.
Want to see a textbook definition of subclinical triggering? Just whisper “Bernard of Clairvaux” to any veteran of Dr. Sundahl’s H ENG 101.
*insert meme here*
The angel on my right shoulder: *No, really, don’t.*
All this is prologue. (Dizzam, bruh, that’s some Jordan-esque level prologue.)
On to the review.
I was glad to see that after 20 years, Dante hasn’t become dated. Ages well, Ol’ Danny Alighieri. Okay, fine. I should say, “more dated”. One thing in particular struck me repeatedly about Dante, reading him now as a 39-year-old fantasy writer, versus reading him as an 18-year-old college freshman, and I mean so oft-repeated I felt like my face belonged to a P.I. in a noir novel–I mean repeatedly like the bass thunder from the stereo in a 75hp Honda owned by that pepperoni-faced dude who thinks he’s auditioning for Fastest and Even More Furiousest Than Evar:
The chutzpah. The sheer audacity. Dante was writing the work without which he would be forgotten by most everyone except Italian lit majors. He’s coming into this famous but soon to be forgotten, like the English Poet Laureate Robert Southey–you’ve heard of him, right? No. So before Dante’s written his Great Book, he presumes himself into the company of the all-time greats. (He deserves it, but he jumps into that place like that kid challenging Mario Andretti to a quick couple laps for pink slips.)
But not only that. He, a Christian (if one who finds himself lost along the Way in the dark wood of middle age), readily consigns foes and even acquaintances—some not yet dead, if I remember correctly—to Hell. If there’s one thing the modern mainstream Christian doesn’t do, it’s to presume the eternal destination of others. As C.S. Lewis said, (paraphrasing) “When we get to Heaven, there will be surprises.” That lack of presumption is bolstered on our culture’s favorite partial Scripture “Judge not lest ye be judged” which goes on “For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.” Most Christians today are like, “Yeah, I’d prefer a really lenient measure, thanks. So I’ll just not presume to judge anyone else, either. Plus, not judging at all gets me thrown out of way fewer parties.” Dante, not so much. He’s like, “This pope from a few years back? Totally burning in Hell, right now. Look at the evil he did!”
Dante does this while, as far as I can tell (as a non-medievalist, and no longer even a Roman Catholic) remaining himself orthodox. He doesn’t question the pope’s authority as it was understood then. Check this example out: that evil pope who himself is burning in hell? He’d corrupted one of his own courtiers, who had previously been some kind of shady guy, but repented, turning his back on all the evil he’d done earlier in his life. (Think like Godfather 3.) The kicker? Evil Popey makes him go back! (“I try to get out and the Pope (!) keeps pulling me back in!”) Evil Pope gets him to betray some folks, by promising our repentant Michael Corleone, “Hey, yeah what I’m asking you to do is evil, but I’ll forgive you for all this evil you do for me. I’m the Vicar of Christ, so I can totally give you an Evil Pass.” So the courtier does said evil stuff. And gets ‘pardoned’.
Now the demons in hell that Dante encounters are super pissed, because “Hey, that guy should totally belong to us! He did evil stuff!”
But Dante DOESN’T question that the evil pope effectively uses a loophole to get around God’s perfect justice. Nope. That courtier guy is heading for heaven—except the demons later tricked him into committing suicide by demons, a sin for which the pope apparently forgot to preemptively forgive him for.
This whole episode is listed as proof that the pope was evil: he used his authority to pervert eternal justice. That’s really, really bad. Later Protestants would say, “This is redonkulus! No one gets to use a loophole to escape God! That’s the whole point of eternal justice: often on Earth justice isn’t served, but we can deal with that because we know no one can escape God’s justice. If your doctrine lets people fool God, your doctrine is wack, yo. [Also, that you have Evil Popes in the first place seems to point out a problem in your system.]”
Dante’s audacity though, goes further than merely presuming himself in the company of the greatest of the greats, and also being comfortable judging the quick and the dead: Dante sets out to out-epic Homer and Virgil.
Homer [with a battered old harp, ratty beard, and mismatched sandals–dude’s blind, give him a break on the fashion policing, people]: “Friends, Achaians, countrymen, lend me your ears. I’mma tell you about big war and a big voyage with the ideal Greek man.”
Homer’s poetry and story-telling, his nuance and his imagery would capture and define an entire culture, and deeply influence many others through the present. It’s hard to overstate his impact.
Virgil [strides forth in a solid gold toga, taking a bit of snuff from a slave]: “No offense, old sport, but your hero was bollocks, Homes. He was actually the bad chap, and not nearly as wonderful as you make him out to be. Let’s talk about that Trojan War thing, and I’ll subvert the Hades out of your narrative.”
Oh snap.
Virgil is a master of poetry and storytelling who is self-consciously telling the story of an entire people and their founding mythos, (small) warts and all (sorry ’bout that, Dido! a real James Bond always loves ’em and leaves ’em… burning!). Virgil meant his epic to be studied and admired by audiences high and low, and he meant to define his Romans as the best of the best. Sort of “the arc of history is long, but it bends toward Rome.”
Dante [ambles up in a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and bell-bottoms]: “You guys are far out. Wish I could have heard your stuff, Home-bre, I’ve heard it’s real groovy, but the Saracens haven’t invaded yet with their hippie zeal to give us the LP bootleg translations of your work from the Greek. Sing it for me sometime. I’m sure I’ll dig it. Anyway, bros, thanks for inviting me to your drum circle here, but never start a land war in Asia unless you’re the Mongols, never get in a wit-fight to the death with a guy named Westley, and never, ever invite John Bonham to your drum circle. You guys thought small. Nah, it’s cool and everything, but really? Some guy on a boat? Some other pious guy on a different boat who lost a war to the first guy? I’mma let you finish swiftly here, but I’m going to tell the story of all creation, do world-building that includes the entire universe—both the physical and metaphysical worlds: earth, hell, purgatory, and heaven, AND show how my main man Jesus changed everything, aided in my quest by numerous holy Jesus groupie chicks and the spirit of Virgil himself. Hope you’re down with that, Virg. I mean, you’re an Italian, I’m an Italian, we’re pretty much bros, but I’m like your intellectual successor and stuff? Oh yeah, and because I’m after Christ, I really have an unfair advantage on you, because you were the bee’s knees. Seriously, love your stuff, I even own the b-sides of your pastoral poetry. So if I’m a little better than you, it’s purely happenstance: You came before Ludwig drums and Remo drumheads, man! If someone told you ‘More cowbell!’ you’lda been like ‘A cowbell? In music? What’s next, balancing a shield on a post and banging on it with a stick?!’ By the way, I use Paiste cymbals. I’ll show you later.”
That story of all creation includes the pagans. Dante also sets about to reconcile, or at least appropriate, the gods and monsters of antiquity—though sometimes not very successfully. I’m like, Hey, big D, if some of the figures of Greek mythology are real, are all of them? If they’re real and they did some of the stuff we’ve heard they did, where was God in that? Are these all actually just demons just playin’ around? Fess up, c’mon. You can tell me, buddy, I understand. You just wanted monsters, didn’tcha? You got stuck on that one part and were like, How can I get Dante and Virgil out of this one? Oh, I know! A big ass dragon flies up out of the pit, scares the bejeepers out of them, and then totally lets them become the Dragonriders of Burn and head on down further!
Oh, did I mention that while doing all this, Dante maintains that he’s writing on four levels at once: 1) The literal (which, you know, literally means the literal, the stuff that happens—hey, I write on that level too!). 2) The allegorical (that is, there’s what he calls “truth hidden beneath a beautiful fiction”) so being lost in a dark wood in your middle years might be an allegory for getting lost in your life, or even a mid-life crisis. 3) The moral (which explores the ethical implications of a work of fiction) so what do you think about Odysseus sitting on the beach crying to go home to his wife every day, and then banging goddesses every night? What do you learn about the power of hope or forgiveness when Luke Skywalker confronts Darth Vader? That’s the moral level; and 4) The anagogical. Yeah, you’re not going to see this word unless you’re talking about Dante, I’d guess. I had to look it up again. I was honestly proud of myself for merely remembering the word. The anagogical is a level of spiritual interpretation. This is when the work captures something that is eternally true. In a Platonic sense, it would be when you step out of the cave and instead of looking at shadows on the wall of thing that are True, you look at the things themselves. For Dante, this is of course expounding scripture in a way that captures “a part of the supernal things of eternal glory”. (Supernal: being of, or coming from, on high.)
This is the level where you say, the characters Dante and his guide Virgil are hiking up Mt Purgatory, but Virgil is literally Virgil, a great poet who lived before Christ and thus is a pagan, so when Dante and Virgil get to the top of Mt Purgatory, Virgil can’t get into Heaven—you need Jesus for that. “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. None come to the Father except through me”. (Virgil’s not exactly being punished for being a pagan; he gets to hang out talking with all the other awesome pagans forever.) But Virgil is ALSO an embodiment of Reason, so when Virgil and Dante reach a rad curtain of fire up on the top of Mt Purgatory, Virgil can (as Reason) say, “Bro, you got this. You know there’s people on the other side. You know this is the only way to get there. You therefore know they jumped through this curtain. Ergo, you won’t get fried. Probably. Well, at least not everyone who jumps through gets a thermite sun-tan.”
But Reason can’t go through that curtain himself. The thing that makes you jump through a curtain of fire isn’t, ultimately, reason. Reason can’t get you to Heaven. Thus, the anagogic lesson is that belief is, ultimately, an act of the will. Or, in the common phrase of which this scene may be the origin, one must take a Leap of Faith.
Did I mention Dante’s doing this while writing poetry? And apparently his poetry is pretty good? (Not knowing Italian, I can’t say. The Sayers translation I read in college was way more beautiful than the Clive James version I listened to this time. Sorry, Clive, personal preference.)
Now, I should probably address the world-building, too, seeing how world-building is something fantasy writers ought to know something about. (Yes, hecklers in the back, I hear you. Notice the caveat ‘ought to’? Now run along and play. With scissors.) In the mind of your inconsistently humble correspondent, Dante’s world-building is bold, presumptuous, brilliant, and a blithering mess.
Whereas Dante’s treatment of pagan mythology would likely appeal to the common reader and just as likely outrage scholars who knew enough to ask questions, in his world-building, he seems to completely ignore the common readers, and go straight for the art- and map-geeks. You’ve probably seen those elaborate medieval drawings of the world Dante lays out.
DANTE’S INFERNO, c1520. Woodcut from a Venetian edition of the Divine Comedy, c1520.
(I don’t even know if most of them are faithful to the text or even agree with each other, other than the order of the circles of hell and the like.) On the one hand, this world-building is ingenious. Stunning. (Anyone know if he borrowed most of this, or invented most of it? I know he was synthesizing a lot of speculation and Christian cosmology, but I don’t know how much of his work on this is original.)
It all hangs together, literally and symbolically and morally. Satan is at the center of gravity? Like, literally? At first, you’re like, “Huh?”
Well, he’s got to have his head visible in hell; he’s the king there, and he’s got to be scary. How scary is a guy with buried head-down with his butt in the air like a North Dakotan bike rack? (Sorry, old Montanan North Dakota joke there.) But when you think further, well, hell has inverted values, so after you come past him at the center of gravity, and into a vast crater–he left a giant crater when he was thrown out of heaven. Of course he did! And here he IS head down and not so scary, but he’s also head down because he’s buried in his sin. He’s at the bottom of a pit. Of course he is! He’s denied the light of heaven, his face must be buried. And so on.
But most of the things that I caught on this second listening, I caught only because of the art I’d seen, and the explication of college professors and footnotes back when I’d read it before. Those professors taught me that the common way for people to experience a book during Dante’s time was most usually that someone would stand and read it to everyone else. (Audiobooks go WAY back.) This is a terrible way to experience what he’s doing, though.
When you only listen to the Divine Comedy, there’s no way for you to understand a lot of the imagery. Not a real quote, but a realistic one: “Then I turned left 90 degrees, and saw, up at the point where the sun was crossing the mountain, another path veering to starboard under the sign of the Cygnus at the fourth hour of the morning” oh, and time moves differently in Purgatory. Or something. I still don’t get that part.
This kind of world-building doesn’t work at all for the medium. Certainly the first listeners wouldn’t have any art or maps to help them figure this stuff out in real time, while the reciter continues reciting the poetry describing this weird journey. So it’s definitely weird, it’s opaque, and it’s kind of bad art–at least, bad world-building for what is, at core, more of a travelogue than an epic adventure.
But it works… for the artists and the map-geeks, who fan art the hell out of it.
Now, I call Dante’s world-building presumptuous because leaving the explanations for all the weirdness intelligible ONLY to those geeks ONLY works because Dante was famous. If he hadn’t been famous already, people would go, “Huh, this doesn’t make sense to me. So it probably doesn’t make sense. What garbage.”
So it kind of works in the way Ikea instructions work–if you’ve got a bunch of Ikea engineers in your living room to help you out: “Oh, that was a concise way to explain that… now that you did it all for me.”
Dan, my boy, that is some… what’s the term for accurate hubris? Oh, self-confidence. I guess it’s still that even when the SELF-CONFIDENCE IS GIANT, YO!
All this! Look at all that! He’s doing all that… and more. At the SAME time! All that, and then… Dante flinches.
Dante gets daunted.
Bro!
Bro.
When this pilgrim who has had to fight past so many lesser demons (using his special access badge that says, I’m-on-a-holy-mission-one-of-the-roadies-from-JC-and-the-Sonshine-Band-says-it’s-cool) finally makes it to Satan’s circle and crosses the frozen lake of Coccytus, do you know what Satan says?
Do you know how Satan addresses the first non-traitor to visit Satan since he was thrown out of Heaven? Satan himself… just doesn’t notice. Sure, the big guy is busy gnawing on Judas, Brutus, and Cassius but he’d been gnawing on those guys for thirteen hundred years!
But nope. Satan says nothing. There’s no, “Yeah, I let you come all the way down here by my satanic will. It was all a trap. Now you can rot with the worst of them. I am literally going to eat your idiot face for eternity!”
There’s no big rescue from the monstrously huge arms and hands as that giant is stuck in the frozen lake of Coccytus. No last minute rescue by an angel.
Nope, Satan just doesn’t notice. Even when Dante grabs onto his hairy ass and climbs around him through the center of the universe where gravity reverses itself and climbs out to go to Mt Purgatory, literally past his butthole. Satan. Doesn’t. Notice. Doesn’t notice the man playing George of the Jungle on his hairy hip. And climbing…Past. His. Butt.
Weaksauce, Ali D!
Lotta buildup to go limp at the finish! It’s like you’ve never played a video game in your life.
I’m sure someone can defend it. Great literature of this magnitude will always inspire defenders. But just because something is great in many, many ways doesn’t mean it’s great in every way. To me, this reads as a failure of nerve, or a failure of poetry, or the latter and then the former.
Because I can see this: Dante’s like, Man, when I write my Satan, it’s got to be good. I mean, like the best poetry ever. He was the highest of the angels. He was so beautiful, and his fall so epic, my lines describing him must be amazing. They’ve gotta be best I’ve ever written.
Maybe he couldn’t come up with those lines. Too much pressure. Or maybe he did, and then got nervous that he was giving the best lines of his career… to the Devil himself. (Milton, later, wouldn’t flinch on this count–good way to one up old D.) But Dante flinches, or fails, either as a dramatist or as a poet.
In only a few places is Dante (the character) actually sort of threatened by all the terrible demons he confronts. Mostly, he just kind of walks past. It’s like Dante (the real-life poet) was intuiting the interstices between a travelogue and an epic quest. Here, by walking past Satan and describing him, but never interacting, he falls back into travelogue. Here’s the difference: a travelogue is boring your neighbors with a two-hour slideshow of your trip to the Death Star; an epic quest is blowing it up before it blows your planet.
Granted, given that this is Satan, the character Dante isn’t going to do jack squat to Satan. On a literal, moral, or anagogic level, he obviously can’t. That’s a tough problem with the rubric Dante’s set up for himself. But Satan could at least interact with him so that it’s not also a dramatic failure. Satan could lie. Try to destroy him.
In Christian scripture, Satan’s a devouring lion, forever seeking to kill and destroy. Here he’s a fat kid gnawing on popsicles. Why not have Dante (the character) momentarily believe Satan’s lies? So much of fiction reaches its climax when there’s a symbolic or literal death. Here, in a story about everything in the universe, there’s nothing like that? Why not have Dante barely escape, rattled and fundamentally changed by his own encounter with ultimate evil?
Instead, it’s more like, “And this is another interesting thing we saw. Scary, huh?” This is viewing the T-Rex in Jurassic Park, if it never gets out of its enclosure. You tap on the glass and it roars, and you go home to a nice steak.
Missed opportunity, bro. You coulda been a contender. You coulda been somebody.
Scoot over at the drum circle, Danny boyo; you’re no John Bonham yet.
The Blood Mirror (Düsterer Ruhm in German) made the bestseller list in Germany — it landed at number 11. Many thanks to all my German readers who helped this happen!
Battlefield 1. I love the Battlefield games. The strength of Battlefield is that you can do very well even if you’re not a 13-year-old with fast reflexes who plays eight hours a day. With intelligence, and even more so with communication, you can win and have fun. Battlefield 1 is the best so far at trying to help players focus on PTFO—playing the f’ing objective. Not only do you get points for things like giving ammo or health to your squad or capturing objectives, they also intentionally bury the Be All, End All stat of most first person shooters: the K/D ratio. “Oh, you’ve only got a 1.14? How long have you been playing?” “You have less than 1.00? You can never be on my team.” Getting in a tank with three buddies and calling out—and killing—enemies is amazing fun.
But if you ever play and your squad has three snipers… those guys are clueless. Switch immediately.
p.s. SUPER weird thing about this Battlefield iteration—the single player mode is actually pretty great!
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