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This was assigned reading for my Spiritual Direction training. Much to ponder here, embracing a wider view of spirituality even though the author is grounded in a Christian tradition -- which I personally appreciate.

Five long stories or short novellas set on a world struggling to transform an oppressive, enslaving regime. The enslavement is race-based but posits a dark-skinned enslaving class, a step that may seem insensitive on Le Guin's part, though they are clearly differentiated from dark-skinned Earth-humans, having descended from a common ancestor many ages ago and having a different, bluish skin tone and other physical adaptations. 

Aside from that -- these are mainly grim stories with lots of pain and suffering, and faint glimpses of "forgiveness." In the first couple of stories I found it disappointing that sexual union was presented as the solution, equated with forgiveness. Others moved away from this trope, which was good. The story that stuck with me the most was "A Woman's Liberation," with its moving personal narrative of struggle to escape the mindset as well as the physical limitations of slavery. I also enjoyed the glimpse of Hain in "A Man of the People", which was also about a mindset, not of slavery but of insularity and blocking out other ways of viewing the world. It tried to posit a way this could be made the basis of a healthy society, which is fascinating to think about (since this human tendency is not going away any time soon.)

As I'm setting out on an "Ozathon" of Baum's 14 Oz books, I was inspired to wedge this in between books one and two, where it was published. I'd read it before but didn't remember much about it.

This time around, I was somewhat surprised at how extremely secular this Santa Claus myth is! Baum was interested in Theosophy, and rejected the organized church, but I'd like to know more about that. The good of that: no smarmy Christian sentimentality, and an alternative pantheon of nature spirits. The bad: a certain stubborn imperviousness to the spiritual significance of the season. Christmas Eve is chosen arbitrarily for Claus to deliver his gifts, which he offers to all children everywhere (including an insensitive scene where he apparently gives the first Christmas tree to a Native American family who live on a plain with no trees).

The suggestion that children are made happy by receiving toys is disturbing. Baum suggests that parents do not pay much attention to their children, so they need things to make them happy, instead. Hm. 

When you pick up the new Folio Society edition of Michael Ende’s The Neverending Story, you may feel as though you’ve stepped into its pages, and that you’re holding an enchanted book indeed. The shimmering coppery silk, the snakes, the two-color printing … one of world literature’s most famous “books within a book” comes to life in your hands, and surely you won’t be able to resist opening its pages and seeing what you’ll find there.

When you do, you’ll enter into the tale of an unhappy boy named Bastian Balthasar Bux, who begins reading about  the endangered land of Fantastica and finds himself strangely drawn into its beauties and its terrors, as the interwoven strands of our world and the other world — represented by the two-colored type — begin to merge and come together. From reading about a hero, Bastian must become himself the hero of his own story; and this proves to be not so simple as it first appears.

Being a Folio Society production, this edition departs from the book’s description of itself in that it does include pictures: line drawings of Fantastica’s creatures in the margins of many pages, with illustrations of some of the most colourful and dramatic scenes interspersed through the text: the soulful gaze of the Childlike Empress, or “golden-eyed commander of wishes”; the horrific one-eyed countenance of Ygramul, the Many; the shifting sands of the Desert of Colors. A wonderful Chinese-inspired image of Falkor, the luckdragon, graces the page edges, and the endpapers display the beginning and ending scene, source of all the magic one could wish for: a bookstore crowded with books, with its mysterious reversed window lettering that opens the whole adventure. Marie-Alice Harel, who previously illustrated the Howl’s Moving Castle series for Folio [https://enterenchanted.com/a-new-folio-delight-castle-in-the-air/], has outdone herself in creating artwork that honors the traditions of the past, while touching it with her own fresh and inventive style.


Just two things are missing that I wish had been there: a new Introduction by a worthy writer, a highlight of many Folio books, to pay homage to Ende’s work and put it into context; and the “large, beautiful capital letters” mentioned in the description above. There are slightly enlarged capitals with generic floral decorations at the head of each chapter — arranged in alphabetical order, as in the original text — but putting a bit more imagination into them and making them reflect the contents of each chapter would have been the last detail needed to make this edition absolutely perfect.

The Neverending Story was picked by readers as the title to celebrate Folio’s 75th anniversary, offering the opportunity to produce this beautiful, magical volume. Fittingly enough, it contains a story about the power of the imagination, and of how both the real world and the imaginative world need and depend on each other.

It’s not an escapist fantasy, for although halfway through Bastian finds himself in Fantastica and able to wish himself into his wildest dreams, he soon discovers that without responsibility, moral gravity, and love, such wishes turn against the one who wields them. In the course of a series of adventures with many different beings, which challenge him to know himself better and learn what is truly essential, he finds what so many adventurers in fabulous lands have discovered: that the way he has been seeking to escape from his life transforms into a quest to return home.


Ende, one of the most famous and popular German authors of the twentieth century, was working in the tradition of the German Romantic fabulists, from which was ultimately birthed the strain of fantasy literature that has become such a force in our time. Although the genre has lately exploded into a welcome diversity, The Neverending Story remains worth reading, retaining its charm and its power to divert and move the reader.

Oddly enough, Ende himself underwent something of an unexpected journey in writing the book. It began in 1977 when his editor asked him if he had any ideas for a new book. He rummaged in a shoebox and came up with this one: “A young boy picks up a book, finds himself literally inside the story and has trouble getting out.” He thought it would take him less than a year to write, and worried about stretching out the idea to fill at least 100 pages.

Ende’s publishers heard nothing from Ende until late in the following year. At that point, he surfaced and confessed that he was having trouble getting the young boy, Bastian, out of Fantastica—in fact, he had refused to leave. But it was Ende’s duty as an author to follow him, and he persisted in the journey. The publishers were next dismayed to hear that this book required special treatment — two-colour printing and ornamental initials to start the chapters. In spite of the increased expense, they agreed, and after three years of struggle and during a winter of record-breaking cold, Ende finally broke through to the magical solution. The publisher’s faith in their author paid off; the first edition of The Neverending Story sold out immediately and it became a worldwide bestseller.

In spite of the book’s fame and many laudatory reviews, Ende’s whimsical style is not for everyone. My own son, when I read it to him years ago, became highly irritated by the repeated refrain of “But that is another story and shall be told another time,” with which Ende cuts off plot digressions that would lead us astray from the main thread. Other readers to whom “literature” means all that is gritty, grim, and firmly tied to the material world and its problems, will not be impressed. Ende’s wild inventiveness, tongue-twisting names, and elaborate descriptions (ably translated for the English edition by Ralph Manheim) will seem to them tedious rather than enchanting.

Some readers may have trouble with the second half of the book, which after the first half’s fairly standard quest narrative with a touch of metafiction, shifts into something more inward and philosophical. It probably doesn’t help that the 1984 film, a special effects extravaganza that was the most expensive ever produced in Germany at the time, is still a popular cult classic [https://www.dw.com/en/why-michael-endes-the-neverending-story-is-cult/a-50125069]. The movie only covers that first half (we won’t even talk about the increasingly dismal sequels), and though it’s not bad of its kind, it gets in the way of the book that Ende wrote, which should be an intimate experience between the reader and the page.
 
Fortunately, we can still enter into that experience, and find pure magic in word and picture, without technical assistance. If you love fairy stories and wonder tales, if you’ve been raised, as I was, on the curious creatures of Oz and Wonderland and their way of revealing the enchantment behind the everyday, through symbols, images, and dreams, this lovingly crafted exemplar of the bookish arts will bring your passion to a new level. I can only recommend embarking on such an adventure.

Review originally published at Shiny New Books

Read for my Spiritual Direction training, year 2. A helpful overview and introduction.

I was looking for something different when I came across this book, and I found it! I had no idea moles were so weird and fascinating. Bits of natural history are beautifully woven together with the author's life experience as a homeless wanderer and later a gardener, his sense of "oneness" with nature that is not at all sentimental. We may not all be called to live outdoors, but we must become more aware of the mystery of our environment, the amazing web of life, even as the machine of destruction grinds on. It may seem hopeless but books like this still give me hope. The human ability to recognize and celebrate beauty and wonder in what we otherwise thoughtlessly consume creates another level of existence, one that is built bit by bit, book by book. 

Stunning memoir by a man whose mentally ill brother killed their mother. He has to reckon with his fears, his sense of responsibility for what happened, the effect of trauma on his own memory, and the need to fully face what happened in order to move beyond it. A humanizing work of great honesty, bearing love for his brother along with insolvable pain.

Miss Mole is something like an adult Mary Poppins -- a servant with a mysterious past, very self-contained, who enhances the lives of those she serves, sometimes making them uncomfortable. But we learn more of the inner life of Miss Mole, and come to want her to achieve her freedom from the humiliating round of servitude...something that comes to satisfying fruition at the end.

Though it was a slow start for me, and at times I was a bit befuddled by what was going on behind the surface, I came to appreciate the subtle and wry humor. I'll read this again and better appreciate the hints and clues that Young drops along the way.

The start of a readalong of one of my favorite childhood series! Check it out on the blog, enterenchanted.com

Fascinating look at the history of heart medicine ... which has achieved so much and yet has so far to go, in that thus far the mind-body-heart connection has been largely ignored while focusing on the mechanical aspects. That's the new frontier, clearly.