1987; 704 pages. New Author? : Yes. Genre : Epic Fantasy; Horror. Laurels : Nominated for the 1988 World
Fantasy Award (Best Novel). Overall
Rating : 8*/10.
Calvin
Mooney has caught a glimpse of Wonderland.
Funnily enough, it was as he was climbing a wall while chasing down one of his errant pigeons. He glanced down at an old, threadbare carpet that a couple
of movers were taking out of an empty house.
The vision was only there for an instant.
After the blink of an eye, it returned to being just an ordinary carpet again.
So
maybe it was all in Cal’s head. A trick
of the eyes, an overactive imagination, a short-lived hallucination, or
something he ate for lunch that disagreed with him. Yeah, that’s
probably it. The movers who took the
carpet away certainly didn't see anything unusual, other than a crazy man chasing a bird.
Except, then why are a pair of strangers pursuing him so diligently and so ruthlessly, demanding that he tell them where he’s hid the carpet?
What’s To Like...
Weaveworld is an interesting blend of fantasy (hidden worlds,
magic powers, giddy fruit) and horror (monstrous beasties, evil spells, undead
spirits), with a bit of romance thrown in, but only a bit. At first glance, this would appear to be a
difficult mix, but Clive Barker makes it work.
The story is set in Liverpool – the author's home turf – and several other areas of central England. I
particularly liked Barker’s ability to paint descriptions of both the
real world and the fantasy one. Yeah, one
person’s “flowery” is another person’s “vivid”, but I found it captivating.
I also liked the book’s structure – there are sections (13 of them)
which contain chapters, which in turn contain sub-chapters. It was nice to be able to easily find a convenient place to stop at just about point while reading this 700-page opus.
Our two protagonists, Cal and Suzanna, at first seem overmatched against
some rather formidable baddies, but that’s how horror stories are supposed to
work. Both sides gain some friends and
allies along the way, and that keeps the storyline fresh. Quite a few characters get killed, so don’t
get too attached to any of them. But
cleverly woven into all the action and bloodshed are some serious topics – the
dangers of blind faith, the interdependence of belief and reality, and of
course, the strength of love.
The
tension builds nicely to a great good-vs-evil ending, although it is stutter-step
in nature. Onr first ending comes about 500
pages in, another at page 690, and a third one – short but critical – finishes off the book as a
10-page epilogue. This is a standalone
novel, and lots of R-rated stuff – cussing, sex, and bloody deaths. But hey, isn't horror supposed to be that way?
Kewlest New Word...
Bowdlerize (v.)
: to edit (text) by removing or modifying passages deemed to be vulgar or
objectionable.
Others : By-blow
(n.; Britishism);
Louring (v.;
Britishism); Incantatrix
(n.; Latinism)
Excerpts...
It was not an
empty sleep; far from it. There were
dreams. Or rather, a particular dream
which filled both their heads.
They dreamed a
noise. A planet of bees, all buzzing fit
to burst their honeyed hearts; a rising swell that was summer’s music.
They dreamed
smell. A confusion of scents; of streets
after rain, and faded cologne, and wind out of a warm country.
But most of all,
they dreamed sight.
It began with a
pattern: a knotting and weaving of countless strands, dyed in a hundred colors,
carrying a charge of energy that so dazzled the sleepers they had to shield
their minds’ eyes. (pg.
128)
It was just
before eight in the morning when Cal got off the bus and began the short walk
to the Mooney residence, and everywhere along the street the same domestic
rituals that he’d witnessed here since his childhood were being played
out. Radios announced the morning’s news
through open windows and doors: a Parliamentarian had been found dead in his
mistress’s arms; bombs had been dropped in the Middle East. Slaughter and scandal, scandal and
slaughter. And was the tea too weak this
morning, my dear? and did the children wash behind their ears? (pg. 298)
“Serves us right for trusting weavers. Clever fingers and dull minds.” (pg. 135)
Weaveworld is a good book, but not a perfect one. There are some spots where the plotline
drags, particularly the chapters where Cal and Suzanna are on the run, trying
to stay one step ahead of the bad guys.
The main storyline is pretty straightforward and untwisty; you can see
what it’s building to from a long way off.
And the intricate world-building was a mixed blessing – I really felt
“immersed” in the worlds Clive Barker created, yet it made for a lengthy read.
But I quibble. Overall, this was
a witty and entertaining read, with fantasy and horror blended in just the right
proportions. This was an early Clive
Barker book effort, and AFAIK, he didn’t set any of his subsequent stories in this fascinating world.
Which
is quite the pity.
8 Stars. This was my introduction to Clive Barker, and
the word is it’s one of his tamer and “lighter” efforts. I think I may have to pick up some more of
his books.
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