Fatal Revenant..Part 1 , Chapter 1 Reunion
Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 4:43 am
Part 1, " lest you prove unable to serve me" Chapter 1..Reunion
Like bumping into an old friend at a restaurant, I happily opened Fatal Revenant, witnessed a display of memories and accompanying subjectivity of them , then faced the author of today , extended my open mind, and with Reunion before me, asked , " How the Heck have You Been?"....He answered,, " In sunshine as vivid as revelation, Linden Avery knelt on the stone of a low-walled coign like a balcony high in the outward face of Revelstone's watchtower.".....I smiled. I immediately grasped that I seemed to be in a mental Emeril's restaurant and I needed to take it up a notch,,or two.
What a fantastic opening appetizer for a Reunion! " In sunshine as vivid as revelation, Linden Avery knelt on the stone of a low-walled coign like a balcony high in the outward face of Revelstone's watchtower." The lyrical alliteration flows from N's and Vs thru Ls to the long Os as a stream runs its course through and over smooth rocks. The Contrasts stick out in opposition with intended effect. The ethereal sunshine, intangible revelation, float infinite distances from the tactile stone and wall. Direction flows " in" and "outward" There is Place low and high. There is Time;the immediate now of revelation and the first of the authors classic old words, " coign". There is also a new,a somewhat subtle new, in this metaphor loaded opening line. There are reminders of the authors penchant for mystery, hidden in the line.
The word " coign" jumped to my sense as a red flag would. "Coign", a vantage point; to do with perspective. Interesting it is that the word traces back to first usage by Shakespeare, in Macbeth, uttered by Banquo as he gazes at Macbeth's castle and refers to it as a pleasant or nice enough place to stay.The naivete of Banquo's perspective is in high contrast to the reality of that castle , for those familiar with the Bard's play. " Coign" is a clue adding dimension to the mystery we are introduced to in Reunion. The " old" word is served in the connected metaphor that uses "revelation." Donaldson, old friend, you have only got better. Avery's vantage point, perspective, as well as perhaps the readers, as witnessed in display here, in KW, still has some naivete to deal with. How long was it before you were absolutely sure about the Covenant who arrives on horseback in Reunion? Easy enough for me to point out in retrospect but take heart. I laugh at myself as well, and anticipate to be laughing at myself a lot more before this dissection is over. Without naivete, how can there be revelation?
Okay, wrung the begeezers out of the old word " coign ", yet there is more to this opening line that i referred to as "new". Can you feel it? There is an awkwardness here, a positioning from which, a mental vertigo is experienced as if indeed, I am looking from a high balcony. Its established from the last time , the last of the last meeting with the author,in " Find Me " that, Linden and party ascend the steps inside the Keep, and take the rope bridge to the watchtower . They are in the watchtower. Then there is this simile, " like a balcony high in the outward face of Revelstone's watchtower." Uuum..at first read, I sensed an awkwardness there., a confusion on my part. What does he mean, " like"? They ARE in the watchtower!! Like and are. The metaphor and actual. Let me turn it around to make it easier. The actual and the metaphor. This opening line ..loaded with metaphor, marries the actual to the metaphor. They are one, or at least,as married as I am to my shadow on a sun shiney day. What a revelation!.. Okay, maybe I go too far into this dissection. I guess its all a matter of perspective... " Find Me" and "Reunion". The appetizer just hints at the deliciousness yet to be tasted.
This vertigo, brought by continuing further dimensioning of unknown and new shadowing, I start to become comfortable with." Implacable as the Masters, Stave.." wait a sec.. Stave WAS a Master..Again the actual same as the metaphor with a dash of shadow of Time. Liand's awe at the approaching tableau might as well be mine. The actual and the metaphor becomes un-separable. Place and Time fade in and out for Linden as she focuses solely on TC and Jeremiah on horseback. They arrive in high drama and the first we hear from the resurrected Covenant, his first words,," Hellfire Linden! Put that damn thing out!" So much for sunshine and surreal revelation. Again, in retrospect, the clue is obvious. The worst kind. Donaldson laughs and I laugh along. The inability of Stave to penetrate the resurrected Covenant and Jeremiah; another clue, in retrospect laid bare in front of us.As The author does with us as he does with Linden: All her memories push Linden into the glamor that the Insequent had warned her about. The next clue is dropped in harshness, " Don't Touch him! Don't touch either of us!"In panic he even casts a wall to stop her from embracing her son.
Amazing in their duplicity where the words assigned to TC. Now we can savour their nuance. Each one correct and actual in its setting, yet a hidden meaning of the malice involved, shadows every syllable. A favorite as spoke by the resurrected Covenant:" I know what to do. Thats why we're here. When we're done, your problems will be over"...Yeeeowww!.thats some good tabasco!.. The subjectivity of real and the mystery of what is True; their exploration begins here. Illusion and Truth begin their metaphoric divination in Reunion.
Up high, overlooking all, we start off exploring what makes up our humanity. Quickly to the earthly plane ,where how easily we, and Linden, accept excuses for denial of Love ,reads like a menu after a doctors visit loaded with warning. Our memories are so beguiling. There is always another hole in the belt. Yet Linden holds off, exhibits just enough reserve, caution, to suggest she has better control of her figure than we do of ours. Thank god words have weight, but no calories. Yet the chapter ends far from the high sunshine of surreal revelation but rather in the low gloom and darkness of the doubt of Linden questioning Tom's.."humanity"...Lots of Irony in that diet. Yet,they both taste so dang gone goooood! Kudos to the chef and a grand tip to the waiter for proving to serve us so well!!
Like bumping into an old friend at a restaurant, I happily opened Fatal Revenant, witnessed a display of memories and accompanying subjectivity of them , then faced the author of today , extended my open mind, and with Reunion before me, asked , " How the Heck have You Been?"....He answered,, " In sunshine as vivid as revelation, Linden Avery knelt on the stone of a low-walled coign like a balcony high in the outward face of Revelstone's watchtower.".....I smiled. I immediately grasped that I seemed to be in a mental Emeril's restaurant and I needed to take it up a notch,,or two.
What a fantastic opening appetizer for a Reunion! " In sunshine as vivid as revelation, Linden Avery knelt on the stone of a low-walled coign like a balcony high in the outward face of Revelstone's watchtower." The lyrical alliteration flows from N's and Vs thru Ls to the long Os as a stream runs its course through and over smooth rocks. The Contrasts stick out in opposition with intended effect. The ethereal sunshine, intangible revelation, float infinite distances from the tactile stone and wall. Direction flows " in" and "outward" There is Place low and high. There is Time;the immediate now of revelation and the first of the authors classic old words, " coign". There is also a new,a somewhat subtle new, in this metaphor loaded opening line. There are reminders of the authors penchant for mystery, hidden in the line.
The word " coign" jumped to my sense as a red flag would. "Coign", a vantage point; to do with perspective. Interesting it is that the word traces back to first usage by Shakespeare, in Macbeth, uttered by Banquo as he gazes at Macbeth's castle and refers to it as a pleasant or nice enough place to stay.The naivete of Banquo's perspective is in high contrast to the reality of that castle , for those familiar with the Bard's play. " Coign" is a clue adding dimension to the mystery we are introduced to in Reunion. The " old" word is served in the connected metaphor that uses "revelation." Donaldson, old friend, you have only got better. Avery's vantage point, perspective, as well as perhaps the readers, as witnessed in display here, in KW, still has some naivete to deal with. How long was it before you were absolutely sure about the Covenant who arrives on horseback in Reunion? Easy enough for me to point out in retrospect but take heart. I laugh at myself as well, and anticipate to be laughing at myself a lot more before this dissection is over. Without naivete, how can there be revelation?
Okay, wrung the begeezers out of the old word " coign ", yet there is more to this opening line that i referred to as "new". Can you feel it? There is an awkwardness here, a positioning from which, a mental vertigo is experienced as if indeed, I am looking from a high balcony. Its established from the last time , the last of the last meeting with the author,in " Find Me " that, Linden and party ascend the steps inside the Keep, and take the rope bridge to the watchtower . They are in the watchtower. Then there is this simile, " like a balcony high in the outward face of Revelstone's watchtower." Uuum..at first read, I sensed an awkwardness there., a confusion on my part. What does he mean, " like"? They ARE in the watchtower!! Like and are. The metaphor and actual. Let me turn it around to make it easier. The actual and the metaphor. This opening line ..loaded with metaphor, marries the actual to the metaphor. They are one, or at least,as married as I am to my shadow on a sun shiney day. What a revelation!.. Okay, maybe I go too far into this dissection. I guess its all a matter of perspective... " Find Me" and "Reunion". The appetizer just hints at the deliciousness yet to be tasted.
This vertigo, brought by continuing further dimensioning of unknown and new shadowing, I start to become comfortable with." Implacable as the Masters, Stave.." wait a sec.. Stave WAS a Master..Again the actual same as the metaphor with a dash of shadow of Time. Liand's awe at the approaching tableau might as well be mine. The actual and the metaphor becomes un-separable. Place and Time fade in and out for Linden as she focuses solely on TC and Jeremiah on horseback. They arrive in high drama and the first we hear from the resurrected Covenant, his first words,," Hellfire Linden! Put that damn thing out!" So much for sunshine and surreal revelation. Again, in retrospect, the clue is obvious. The worst kind. Donaldson laughs and I laugh along. The inability of Stave to penetrate the resurrected Covenant and Jeremiah; another clue, in retrospect laid bare in front of us.As The author does with us as he does with Linden: All her memories push Linden into the glamor that the Insequent had warned her about. The next clue is dropped in harshness, " Don't Touch him! Don't touch either of us!"In panic he even casts a wall to stop her from embracing her son.
Amazing in their duplicity where the words assigned to TC. Now we can savour their nuance. Each one correct and actual in its setting, yet a hidden meaning of the malice involved, shadows every syllable. A favorite as spoke by the resurrected Covenant:" I know what to do. Thats why we're here. When we're done, your problems will be over"...Yeeeowww!.thats some good tabasco!.. The subjectivity of real and the mystery of what is True; their exploration begins here. Illusion and Truth begin their metaphoric divination in Reunion.
Up high, overlooking all, we start off exploring what makes up our humanity. Quickly to the earthly plane ,where how easily we, and Linden, accept excuses for denial of Love ,reads like a menu after a doctors visit loaded with warning. Our memories are so beguiling. There is always another hole in the belt. Yet Linden holds off, exhibits just enough reserve, caution, to suggest she has better control of her figure than we do of ours. Thank god words have weight, but no calories. Yet the chapter ends far from the high sunshine of surreal revelation but rather in the low gloom and darkness of the doubt of Linden questioning Tom's.."humanity"...Lots of Irony in that diet. Yet,they both taste so dang gone goooood! Kudos to the chef and a grand tip to the waiter for proving to serve us so well!!