Showing posts with label Norse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Norse. Show all posts

Ragnarok by A.S. Byatt

Wednesday, February 01, 2012

Title: Ragnarok: The End of the Gods
Author: A.S. Byatt
Genre: Mythology, literary fiction
Publisher: Canongate Books, 2011
Source: NetGalley
Read for: Review

Told through the eyes of a thin child ravaged by asthma, World War II, and her father's absence to fight, A.S. Byatt gives an adaptation of the Norse myths. From the beginning to the earth in Yggdrasil to the end of all things, Ragnarok, Byatt draws lines between our modern paradigms and the violent extermination of the Norse gods.

I have been interested in Norse mythology for a long time. My senior year of high school, the first time I read Edith Hamilton's Mythology, there was a very short section (probably less than ten pages) at the end of the book about Norse mythology, and I was captivated. Later, as I studied C.S. Lewis in college (best class of my undergraduate experience, hands down), I became intrigued again as he described his fascination with "northerness" and his love for the Norse myths. However, I've never really pursued the myths before now. The Prose and Poetic Eddas intimidate me, as I struggle with very old texts (yes, I am one of the heathen that can't stand The Odyssey and The Iliad, although the stories themselves are interesting). When I saw Ragnarok on NetGalley, I had to snatch it up. While I haven't read A.S. Byatt before, I am aware of her reputation, and it didn't steer me astray.

The writing is impeccable. Byatt's words are stark and sparse, not overabundant in imagery, but they evoke powerful imagery. The first half of the book, when the world is just beginning, is full of descriptions -- a tree in the sea with a myriad of creatures living from it, the wolves chasing the sun and moon across the sky, Loki's horrific brood of monstrous children. These first few pages are somewhat slow, but the images were vivid in my mind. Later, when the action picks up -- when Fenrir is bound, when Baldur is slain with the golden mistletoe -- the descriptions are not sacrificed, although they take a backseat to the action. The A.S. Byatt novel waiting for me on my TBR pile is being pushed up in the lists -- I am excited to experience her writing again.

The frame story of the thin child in wartime also provides an interesting perspective on the Norse myths. The lines between her life and the gods are subtle, but powerful once they are unearthed. Byatt describes the child's disillusionment with church and the depictions of Christ, "the kind god," a deity that she is unable to relate to in the violence and uncertainty of war. She finds truth in her book of Norse myths -- while she does not "believe" in the Norse gods, she believes in the world they represent. She believes in the violence and senselessness of it, in the fallibility of the gods, and in the blankness that shrouds all existence after the gods are fallen. Even when the war ends and many of her doubts and fears are shown to be unfounded, the thin child still believes in the world of the Norsemen, not the world of the kind Christ. This parallel to our modern day was interesting and gave the myths more meaning for me, although I do find it interesting that C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien, who were adamantly Christian (as I am myself) found meaning in the myths as well.

Having recently read The Silmarillion, it was also exciting to see the parallels to Tolkien's work. I had not specifically read that Tolkien shared Lewis' enthusiasm for "northerness" (although their friendship makes it likely, in retrospect), but in Ragnarok I saw variations on many of Tolkien's characters, and it was easy to see that the Norse myths were a mine of inspiration for him.

I am torn between feeling slightly dissatisfied with the frame story and being astonished with its brilliance. It is clear to me why Byatt kept the frame story as thin as the child it was about; the story was just a way to tie the myths to the modern experience, a way to set them off, as a well-chosen frame sets off beautiful art. However, possibly because I am a person who is always craving more of a story, I wouldn't have minded more information about the thin child. I liked her; I wanted to know her better. While the story was certainly well-proportioned, I was left slightly unsatisfied.

However, this book was a stellar introduction to the Norse myths, and has whetted my appetite for more information. This is a must-read for those with an interest in mythology.

3.5 stars

Warnings: Violence

Advent Tour: It Must Have Been the Mistletoe, or the best first kiss ever

Saturday, December 11, 2010


The Virtual Advent Tour is an event hosted by Kailana from The Written World and Marg from Adventures of an Intrepid Reader. Each day in December until Christmas, a handful of bloggers will share something they love about Christmas. To keep track of the different bloggers each day, head to the Advent Tour Blog.

Before I launch into my personal Christmas memories, I am going to give you a crash course in mistletoe. The reason we kiss under mistletoe is explained by Norse mythology (I love mythology, and want to learn more about the Norse myths, so this was an exciting find for me!). Once upon a time, the god Baldr was shot with an arrow made of mistletoe by his blind brother Hoor (and how a blind man managed to kill someone with an arrow of mistletoe is beyond me, even if he is a god). Baldr's mother, Frigg, manages to save her son. After he is safe, she declares that henceforth mistletoe would do no harm and when people met under the mistletoe, they would kiss to show their goodwill.

I've always thought of mistletoe as a cute tradition. However, it became a very personal tradition when I began dating my husband. We had been friends for several months, slowly becoming interested in each other. One night when we were "studying," I ended up showing him my bucket list, a little notebook I kept in my backpack with different goals, both long and short term, that I want to accomplish in my life. Because the Christmas season was approaching, I had written, "Be kissed under mistletoe." When he read the list, I saw him smirk a little, but I didn't realize at that point that he was formulating a plan.

We had begun spending time one on one, going to dinner and performances and studying with each other late into the night (finals were approaching). He had taken my hand a few times, but had yet to kiss me. After a wonderful date one fine December 12 evening, I was sure that it was the night - but no kiss. He dropped me off with a hug and I changed into pajamas and washed off my makeup.

I have to interrupt this story to mention that The Husband's roommate had earlier been flaunting a package of live mistletoe he had found in the grocery store. Said roommate was very girl crazy and had his eye on his next target.

A few minutes after I got ready for bed, The Husband (then The Boyfriend) texted me, saying he had forgotten to give me something. I started to hope, but couldn't be sure. He knocked on the door. I looked up and saw the mistletoe taped to the doorjamb. "I wanted to help you out with your bucket list," he said, and kissed me. Then he tripped. It was cute.

So, now that The Boyfriend is The Husband and we are celebrating our first married Christmas together, we are making it a tradition in our home to hang mistletoe each year on December 12. I have always loved Christmas, but I love it even more now as it reminds me of falling in love with my best friend. It is a great reminder to be thankful for all the love I am blessed with, from family and friends to the blessing of the birth of Christ. I want to wish you a merry Christmas filled with love as well!

Also, check out the other stops on the advent tour for December 12 - Jane @Life @ Number 8,
Becky @ One Literature Nut, Michelle @ Galleysmith, and Miss Moppet @ The Misadventures of Moppet.
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