About book Mixed Magics: Four Tales Of Chrestomanci (2003)
Publishers and booksellers think they know their market when it comes to the fantasy novels of Diana Wynne Jones and her ilk: young readers aged 9 to 12 or, at a pinch, young adult or teens for her more ‘difficult’ novels. This despite the fact that her fans range upwards in age to other adult fantasy writers, filmmakers, academics (and not just in the literary field — I knew a professor of sociology who rated her highly as a writer) and, of course, bloggers of all ages. Those who treat books merely as commodities — and there’s no denying that the publishing business exists to be commercially successful — often fail to recognise the reach of an author’s readership except when (as, say, with Philip Pullman and J K Rowling) it becomes as plain as the noses on their faces; they then respond with ‘adult’ editions, which sport less garish covers to go on genre shelves — or even under General Fiction — and receive notices in the review sections of broadsheet newspapers.This long preamble (and it gets longer, I’m afraid) is a prelude to lauding this collection of light fiction, short stories related by Jones and also related to each other by common themes. These themes include the premise that magic works but must be regulated, as all power must surely be, by a government-appointed ombudsman with the authority to intervene when that power is misused. (No faceless bureaucrat this, by the way, but an eccentric yet efficient enchanter with the title of Chrestomanci.) Another theme, touched on by a couple of stories, is that moving to another place will rarely be a solution to your problems if you don’t fundamentally change yourself. A third overarching theme is the act of creation — is what the artist conceives or the thinker imagines purely abstract, or does it ever exist in any concrete sense? Powerful thoughts, these, to exercise any mind let alone the young minds of the predetermined market. And there is now another conundrum to consider before the review proper begins.There are two main modes of thought regarding reading a sequence of novels where dates of publication and internal chronology don’t coincide. One is to read them by date of publication, which can lead to confusion, the other is to adhere to chronological order, which can ruin later plot surprises and character revelations. (Famously The Chronicles of Narnia, the C S Lewis’ fantasy books published in one volume, has been criticised by fans for adopting the timeline approach.) Or you can read them in an order of your own choosing, or according to whenever you manage to acquire individual titles.The same dilemma can apply to the late Diana Wynne Jones’ Chrestomanci series. As books were successively published the time frames shifted so that fans might initially be confused, whereas newcomers might accept each title as a puzzling standalone. One solution to the dilemma could be to read them all first in publication order, and then re-read them in chronological order for pleasure (or for review, as I’m doing now). Another reader might devise an entirely different re-reading sequence according to personal preference, and Jones herself suggested a reading order with only two titles stipulated at the beginning.All of the books are linked by the figure of Chrestomanci, who may be a main focus of the story, make a fleeting appearance or function as a deus ex machina, setting things to rights. (Imagine him as a tall, dark and handsome Sherlock Holmes in dressing gown and top hat.) I’ve already looked at five novels, beginning with The Lives of Christopher Chant (1988) and Conrad’s Fate (2005), both set in Chrestomanci’s youth. Next came Charmed Life (1977), when he appeared as his idiosyncratic adult self, followed by The Magicians of Caprona (1980) and, probably, Witch Week (1982).With Mixed Magics we immediately run into a problem which will upset both parties intent on their particular order of reading. Mixed Magics is in fact a collection of short stories, some verging on novellas, published at different times over a period of nearly two decades. ‘The Sage of Theare’ was first published in 1982, and then re-appeared with ‘Warlock at the Wheel’ in 1984 before its 2000 outing here in Mixed Magics. ‘Carol Oneir’s Hundredth Dream’ was first published in 1986, while ‘Stealer of Souls’ re-appeared as a standalone for World Book Day 2002, two years after this collection. With this convoluted timeline of inter-related stories newcomers to the Chrestomanci series might experience slight confusion on occasion, but as with much of Diana Wynne Jones’ output my advice would be to go with the flow. Here I deal with the stories in published order rather than in the order presented in Mixed Magics, with comments on how they fit in with the series’ timeline.The Sage of Theare (1982)‘The Sage of Theare’ started because I remembered, or thought I remembered, a story by Borges being read on the radio, in which a scholar arduously tracked down a learned man but never quite found him. I started having dreams about it — strange circular dreams in a strange city where gods took a hand — and the dream person never found the wise man he was looking for. In order to exorcise the dreams, I wrote the story.This is quite the strangest of the Chrestomanci stories. It involves “a world called Theare in which Heaven was very well organised”, with a pantheon very reminiscent of Ancient Greek goddesses and gods. Many years ago I wrote the music for a school musical called Thera, where an updated Greek pantheon interacted with mortals. Quite obviously I chose this name because there was an actual island called Thera (modern Santorini) which, devastated three thousand years ago by a volcanic explosion, may have inspired aspects of the Atlantis story. I also chose it because it was an anagram of Earth, underlying the satirical nature of much of the production. This reasoning may also partly account for Jones’ Theare, where she indulges in some philosophical musings of a satirical nature: for example, the young protagonist, Thasper, has a eureka moment looking into a shaving mirror: The gods need human beings in order to be gods! Would they exist if people didn’t believe in them? Would the world dissolve into nothingness if the gods twinkled out of existence? The volcanic island of Thera may also be referenced by Jones in the recurring images of buildings in flames and mentions of water-dragons, the two elements of fire and water that suggest the contradictory nature of Theare itself.Thasper’s search for the Sage of Dissolution is very Borgesian. The process is very much the looking for geographical patterns, as in ‘Death and the Compass’; the circular images (the sphere Thasper is contained in, the Half Moon Inn, the pattern made by house fire locations) also hint at Borges’ obsession with labyrinths (as in ‘The Circular Ruins’); while the unknown Borges story which inspired Jones in the first place must surely be ‘The Approach to Al-Mu’tasim’. In this fiction an Islamic student traipses across India searching for a mystic known as Al-Mu’tasim who he hopes will have the answers to his questions. Unlike the student, Thasper can’t achieve enlightenment without help; he needs Chrestomanci because the gods are clumsily trying to circumvent their own prophecy concerning the young man, which may end in the destruction of their world.Warlock at the Wheel (1984)‘The Sage of Theare’ spreads over a period of some twenty-two years, its denouement taking place no earlier than the events in Charmed Life since it involves the brief appearance of Eric ‘Cat’ Chant. ’Warlock at the Wheel’ is also set after the same novel, the climax of which involved many magic users losing their magic powers. Here Jones is in humorous mood, with the Willing Warlock (who appeared in Charmed Life) desperately trying to regain his magic by reverting to his criminal ways. Crime, as we are always told, doesn’t pay, no more so than in the Warlock’s case, and his fruitless search for money and motorcars on his own world and in one resembling ours is told with a light touch and even some malicious glee. A lively child and a rather large dog feature, as does Kathusa, Chrestomanci’s agent on our world.Carol Oneir’s Hundredth Dream (1986)Jones must have had an obsession with travelling fairs. They appear at the climaxes of Eight Days of Luke (1975) and Fire and Hemlock (1985), and one appears here too. As well as the obvious excitements and experiences of the fairground she must have relished the elements of make-believe and illusion that they incorporate, elements that story-telling epitomises. But Jones again uses a sense of fun to make serious points in this tale.Carol’s father knew Chrestomanci when they were boys at school, and calls in on Chrestomanci on holiday in the South of France to solve a problem with his daughter. The little madam has been hugely profiting, with the aid of her ambitious mother, from her ability to not only dream to order but to make those dreams manifest in saleable products (precursors of the memory-retaining Pensieve familiar from the Harry Potter universe). The problem is that she is unable to produce her hundredth dream so now Chrestomanci is expected to find a solution. Curiously, he discovers that it’s a question of industrial relations, the revelation taking place in that fairground setting. As with the gods that humans create in their own image, are the figures we conjure up out of our dreams incorporeal or do they exist in reality? Do they have free will and can they act independently? In this metafiction Jones uses dream narratives to comment on the nature of the storytelling process and whether the teller tells the tales or tales issue unbidden from us.I always wondered about Carol’s surname. It looked vaguely Irish, almost like O’Neil, and I’ve seen commentaries that even present it as though it was Irish. Of course it’s Jones playing with words again: from a Greek root, the surname appears as an element in the Oneirocritica, a treatise on the interpretation of dreams by the 2nd-century author Artemidorus.Stealer of Souls (2000)A young Italian, Tonino Montana, makes a brief appearance at the end of ‘Carol Oneir’s Hundredth Dream’. We first met him in The Magicians of Caprona, and the last we heard of him he was coming to be a pupil at Chrestomanci Castle somewhere in southern England. We now hear what happened when he was first introduced to Chrestomanci’s extended family after the events in Caprona, just before Carol Oneir comes into the picture. Due to a series of unfortunate circumstances Chrestomanci’s nephew Cat is put in charge of looking after Tonino, and it’s clear he’s unhappy about no longer being the youngest in the entourage. Cat’s despatched with Tonino to the aged Gabriel de Witt, previous holder of the Chrestomanci office. Gabriel is also a nine-lifed enchanter, but his lives are leaving him one by one, and he’s fearful of one Neville Spiderman. (I’m sure Jones conjured this name from Neville Spearman, publishers of books on reincarnation and spiritualism as well as flying saucers and the occult in general.) He is right to be fearful of Spiderman because when Tonino and Cat set off on their return journey they are kidnapped and locked in a cellar full of junk and cobwebs.What has happened to Gabriel’s ‘lives’ or souls and what have they to do with Neville Spiderman? Will it involve reincarnation of a sort and the occult? We soon find out as horror and humour succeed one another. I liked the way those lost souls were depicted — very dreamlike in a way — and I was amused to find that Jones ended the story with the promise of a villa holiday in the South of France, which is just where 'Carol Oneir’s Hundredth Dream' ends and which itself ends the collection.* * *I seem to have spent an inordinate amount of space on what appear to be slight and amusing children’s stories, but I make no apology for it. As I understand it, Johan Huizinga postulated in Homo Ludens that ‘play’ preceded and produced culture rather than that play is a function of culture. You might think that the fun and games Jones exhibits in her books are a frothy by-product of our culture; I would argue instead that the ideas she so entertainingly plays around with — about greed, antisocial behaviours, a lust for absolute power, the capacity to believe that our creations are our masters — are what help to sustain our human culture. Fun, in other words, is a serious business. 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Not her best, but it was worth reading anyway. This is a small collection of short stories all related to the worlds of Chrestomanci. I had delayed getting it for years because of the less-than-positive Amazon reviews, as I've loved the Chrestomanci stories for more than 30 years and didn't want to be disappointed. For me, however, these stories were like stumbling across old letters from dear friends that had long gone astray in the post. Each story is a small slice of the characters' lives, and feels like catching up a bit. The first, Warlock at the Wheel, was the least interesting to me, partly because The Willing Warlock was never very interesting to me, and I didn't ever feel the need to hear how someone who is essentially a petty criminal has gotten along. Stealer of Souls was the best, to my mind, because so many loved characters made quick appearances and they were all still so much themselves. As that was the only story in the collection that had never previously been published, I don't know if DWJ wrote it earlier and held onto it or if it was just that easy to slip back into the minds of those characters after so many years. Carol Oneir's Hundredth Dream was simply a nice story, but mostly made me smile because, well, it's Oneir! That DWJ didn't forget him, gave him a life and a history, well that made me quite happy. The Sage of Theare felt like a story that could almost be a full-length novel but which DWJ was aware enough not to try to stretch. The ebook extras are a mixed bag. The first 9 items felt, to me, like a publishing company was trying to take advantage of the way the Harry Potter books helped change the face of children's literature. So much time is spent by readers looking for any new little fact about the fictional worlds they love, frantically gobbling up any words that relate to them, that marketing these as "exclusive extras" would encourage people who already own Mixed Magics as ink-and-paper to also buy it as an ebook. Those 9 items aren't worth it, as I don't think DWJ herself wrote them ("PerfectBound thanks Stella Paskins and Zoe Clarke for their work on this e-book's special features"), and they don't contain any new information. It's all just a summing up of descriptions found in the other Chrestomanci books. Just as if someone had typed up a description of each of the Pevensie children and tacked it onto the end of a Chronicles of Narnia ebook. The interview with DWJ, however, was nice, and I'm glad to have that.
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It was fun to re-visit the world of Chrestomanci again with these short stories...well with most of them anyway. I don't think hate is too strong a word to describe my feelings for the first installment. Granted, it was written with kids in mind, but what was undoubtedly supposed to come off as a humorous romp, I found gross and obnoxious. Maybe if I were a child, I would have "gotten it." I don't know. Thankfully, the next three stories make up for the first one, especially "The Sage of Theare," which in addition to being fun, was actually quite thought provoking.
—Laurie
This was not the official next book to read on my to read shelf (the physical one, not the Goodreads one). However, after my last book I needed something fun and relaxing and this filled the bill completely. Jones had a lot of fun with these four tales of Chrestomanci. I think at least one (stealer of souls) could have been expanded into a full length novel rather than a short story. I tend to not like the short stories format since it really limits character development among other problems. I'd say in many ways my favorite was the Sage of Theare. It exemplifies what I like about the Chrestomanci tales, that the author didn't seem to take these stores real seriously. The stories all obey the rules of the universe she set up, that is not what I meant by take these stories seriously. There is no real feeling that if the issue isn't resolved that the end of the world might come for example. These stories are light escapist fiction that can be a real need at times in people's lives. Which happens to be the case for me at the moment. However, being light and escapist also meant that they don't seem particularly memorable which is why I knocked off a star. Hand this to a kid who needs a break from homework or obnoxious teachers/playmates/parents and the kid may not only enjoy the stories a great deal, they may ask for the rest of the series! I'm rather sad to realize I have apparently read the entire series now. I suppose I should try another of her series but perhaps someday in the future.
—Joan
3* 1 Warlock at the Wheel - The Willing Warlock flees Chrestomanci's world to drive rich bank getaway car, only to be bullied by demanding toddler Jemima Jane and biting dog Towser.5* 2 Stealer of Souls - Cat Chant, jealous of Tonino, forgets all but responsibility for the homesick junior, when both boys kidnapped for apprentices into past by evil Neville Spiderman from dying Gabriel de Witt.4* 3 Carol Oneir's Hundredth Dream - Rich Carol's poor dream subjects object to her dominating mother and their typecast roles, get drunk on moonshine. 2* 4 The Sage of Theare - Great Zond and pantheon try to outwit prophecy of Dissolution and dump baby Thasper, son of Imperion sea god, in Chrestomanci's world. As adult, Thaspar is always one step behind fulfilled prediction and retributive divine destruction. Chrestomanci Eric Chant, elegant even in dressing gown coughing from flu, facilitates surrender, solutions from main characters. Fluttering leaflike souls escaping butterfly nets are most exciting.Gooey chocolate and from Jemima Jane and fudge made by not-villain Melville overkill slapstick. Carol convincingly both troubled and troublemaker. Inevitability of Fate is lesson, least interesting.
—An Odd1
