Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: Uther Pendragon sires a secret son and with his last breath sticks his sword into a rock and proclaims it a test to determine who shall inherit his crown. Arthur yoinks the sword, founds Camelot with its Knights of the Round Table, saves Britain from multiple threats, and finally dies at the hand of the bastard son sired by Arthur and his half-sister. Along the way King Arthur’s knights engage in antics of both heroic and debauched, and generally fail to heed the warnings of Arthur’s chief advisor the (wizard?) Merlin. In the end, we are told that King Arthur will one day return to Britain in her hour of greatest need.
Better yet, don’t stop me, because you’ve never heard this one quite like this before.
Fans of the King Arthur myth understand that it is not just A story. It is THE story. The rise and fall of Arthur encapsulates the history and myths of Western Civilization, and includes all of the best and worst that post-Roman European culture has to offer the world. From Arthur’s rags to riches rise to the arrogance that leads to his fall, to the redemptive arc that runs through the final stages the story, it even manages to embrace both western pessimism for the state of the world today and its optimism for the future. It is at once the story of one man’s heroic journey, but a story that includes space for the tales of his coterie of knights as they struggle to defeat their own challenges both internal and external. As such, the legend of King Arthur goes beyond just THE story and becomes ALL of the stories. It’s not just a legend, and its not just a genre. Taking all of this into consideration, the King Arthur myth becomes a narrative device – a means of storytelling narrow enough to provide context all out of proportion to length, and wide enough to create space for adventure quests and morality plays and even execrable feminist doggerel. The legend’s scale and scope occupy a large enough chunk of literary real estate to have earned its own moniker – Arthurian.
The rich vein of the Arthurian legend has been tapped countless times by authors and film-makers, each with their own spin and take on the subject matter, and most of them using the deep cultural cachet of the story lend weight to thin plots, weak characters, and stomach churning political messages. By now the Arthurian “brand”, such as it is, has been so watered down that fantasy enthusiasts can be forgiven for rolling their eyes at each new entry into the field. They would do well to set aside their reservations upon seeing the cover to the recent Arthurian collection, Tales of the Once and Future King. This collection, edited by Anthony Marchetta and published by Superversives Press, represents a triumph of the genre on both the technical and the entertainment level.
Already a collection of stories united by their Arthurian inspiration, this collection is further united by a narrative that presents four weary travelers crossing Britain during a vaguely modern time of troubles. Lost in a dark wood, they find themselves captured by…bandits(?)…one of whom claims to be the Bard of Britain, Speaker for the King, and heir of the legendary bard, Taleisin. The interplay of these four wanderers and their captors provides a framework for each of the individual stories to both inform and influence the action. The result turns Tales of the Once and Future King into a strange hybrid at once a novel featuring Inception-style levels of tales within tales within tales, and a complete narrative in its own right.
It’s not the first book to use this technique, but it is one of the most effective. In most cases, a narrative framework for stories from a collection of authors feels bolted-on – an awkward and hamfisted excuse to pad the length of a book, and often one that come across as being as cheap and as lazy as a sitcom clip episode. Marchetta’s use of the narrative framework is seamless. The placement of the tales is deliberate, the characters within the larger framework react to the stories in the collection naturally, and the action in the interludes lays the groundwork for the story to follow. In most collections of this type, the reader can safely read the stories in any random order and the narrative within the framework won’t lose any of its punch. In this case doing so would lead to a nonsensical series of non-sequiturs. The deftness with which these stories are tied together elevates the quality of entire collection to create a title even greater than the sum of its parts – and its parts are excellent.
Though a little heavy on the YA side of storytelling, the individual tales evoke the sense of wonder and majesty that the theme of the book demands. Taliesin’s Riddle, by Peter Nealen, starts things off with an Arthurian contemporary tale of a knight facing his first significant test.
Then things get a little crazy. The title of the next entry itself spirals out of control – an excellent precursor to the tale that follows – as Matthew P. Schmidt presents (I’m not making this up) Tristan and Isolde, A Chivalric Tragedy with Giant Steampunk Battle Robots (also, vampires). In this day of “LOL so random” humor, one can be forgiven a quick sigh on reading that. Have a little faith in your editor. What follows is indeed a chivalric tragedy with giant steampunk battle robots (and vampires), but a chivalric tragedy with giant steampunk battle robots (and vampires) that takes the concept of a chivalric tragedy with giant steampunk battle robots (and vampires) seriously. The characters in Schmidt’s story are deadly earnest – they face a mortal threat armed with battered equipment and never once break character to crack wise or throw knowing winks at the audience. They are genuine people living in a fully realized world and that simple authorial decision lends this story a weight as heavy as the machines they pilot. The action is stirring, the stakes meaningful, and the result a page turning read with far more gravity than the title suggests. Tristan and Isolde, A Chivalric Tragedy with Giant Steampunk Battle Robots (also, vampires) manages to rank as my favorite story in the collection, which clears a high bar because I don’t even like steampunk.
From these first two short reviews, you can already see how much variety this collection contains. Not content to limit itself to prose, the collection gives us Ben Zwycky’s epic poem, The Beast. The modern day ghost story of Jonathan Shipley’s Lady in Waiting eschews the iron-clad route to delve into the depths of the Lady in the Lake. L. Jagi Lamplighter brings her own dreamlike take on the mythic cycle, in Understudies of Camelot, one that touches deeply upon the central Christian core of the mythic cycle. We even get a World War Two adventure story in R. C. Mulhare’s Sacred Cargo.
All in all, Tales of the Once and Future King presents a very satisfying collection of short stories. Like the best of symphonic music, the variations on a theme are used to the best extent possible to give the reader that ever elusive “same, but different” quality that trips up so many creatives in the written and visual arts. Although the settings vary wildly, the central core of the Arthurian mix acts as a perfect framework within which to present a wide variety of tales. In it, Marchetta proves that the rich mine of the story of King Arthur and friends is anything but played out.
“The rise and fall of Arthur encapsulates the history and myths of Western Civilization, and includes all of the best and worst that post-Roman European culture has to offer the world.”
John Boorman once said that the Arthurian legends — along with the Bible — provide the bedrock cultural foundation of Western Civilization. As long as Men of the West draw breath, they will tell tales of Arthur. If they cease to do so, they will have ceased to be Men of the West.
Boorman’s comments sound familiar, though I admit to no memory or direct knowledge of them. The Arthurian legend is one of those things that’s so deeply embedded and so traded upon (Hello, Monty python!) that you take it for granted. One of the great pleasures of reading this book is being reminded of how powerful these stories can be when properly wielded by people who respect them and the culture from when they spring and which they exert influence over.
deuce
I agree to a point. I’m rereading Tirant lo blanc and there’s a pause in the story called entremes where Authur and Morgana mske an appearence.
And while there’s a quite notable influence, it’s not as pervasive as in Northern Europe. Ovid, Homer Roland El Cid Paris and Troy are much more pronounced. I guess fighting the Moslems seems to have lessened the Arthur legend while mashing it up with the chanson de geste Ovid and Homer.
You can almost sense a flexible dividing line between Arthur and the Medterreanean epic poetry tradition
xavier
I’ll have to take a look at this.
I’m a bit embarrassed to say that I have never read anything regarding King Arthur. This collection of short stories sounds a lot of fun, though, so I’ll start with this one.
Robert E. Howard told Lovecraft that of the historical figures he most admired, King Arthur was one of them. He made sure to point out that he meant “both historical AND legendary.” Contrary to what some Conan fans seem to think, REH was a huge fan of the medieval period. From the “Classical” period, he seems to have only admired — to one degree or another — Alexander the Great, Hannibal and Brennus the Gaul.
REH wrote many, many tales set during the Middle Ages — which he apparently considered stretching sometime past 1600 — while writing less than 10 set during “Greco-Roman” times. He was also a big fan of Middle Eastern history up to about the fall of Babylon to the Persians.
deuce,
I agree. If you read Polybius and other biographers, the historical people they write about strike me as a bit flat. Sure there were dramatic moments but nothing that grips you in a memorable way like Arthur and the chansons de gestes.
The medieval chronicles whether factual like Froissant or self serving exaggeerations like Ramon Muntaner, are far more exciting and memorable than most of the ancient stories.
xavier
While REH was quite fond of the Homeric/Mycenaean Greeks, he said he felt apathetic about Classical Greek culture and history, with the apparent exception of Alexander. Here’s a Howard quote from a letter to HPL:
“Some day I must try to study the ancient Grecian world. Its always seemed so vague and unreal to me, in contrast to the roaring, brawling, drunken, bawdy chaos of the Middle Ages in which my instincts have always been fixed. When I go beyond the Middle Ages, my instincts veer to Assyria and Babylon, where again I seem to visualize a bloody, drunken, brawling, lecherous medley. My vague instincts towards classical Greece go no further than a dim impression of calm, serene white marble statues in a slumbering grove. Though I know the people of the classic times must have wenched and brawled and guzzled like any other people, but I can not conceive of them.”
When it came to the Roman Empire, Howard expressed his virulent antipathy for it numerous times. His views on the topic make the whole “Aquilonia = Roman Empire” thing you see tossed around ludicrous. REH’s Conan saves Aquilonia HOW many times? Conan had a chance to just walk away in THE HOUR OF THE DRAGON, but he loved the land and its people. To save it, he braved hellish dangers and fought the greatest sorcerer of a past age. By the time of HotD, Conan had even acquired AN AQUILONIAN ACCENT. You don’t get much more assimilated in one generation than that. It’s unimaginable for Howard to have envisioned Conan saving the “Roman Empire” and “going native”, to boot!
Aquilonia was primarily modeled (most likely) on the medieval Angevin Empire. Howard was fond of the Normans, from Bohemund to the Lionheart to the Black Prince. We know he read Doyle’s classic, THE WHITE COMPANY and liked it. Here’s a good blog post on the topic:
http://theblogthattimeforgot.blogspot.com/2012/02/hyborian-musings-aquiromian-holiday.html
Thank you for the awesome review, Sir.
Incidentally it skews young adult because it was originally intended as a juvenile anthology, my catch-all term for children to YA. Hence you see stories ranging the gamut from the decidedly children’s oriented “Somebody’s Favorite Knight” to the decidedly young adult leaning “Arresting Merlin”.
The book ended up kind of taking on a life of its own, however.
Thank L. Jagi Lamplighter for how well the stories connect, by the way. Draft one had much less of this. No vampires at all!