Not long after the Christlight of the world’s first morning faded, when birds still flew to heaven and back, and even the wickedest things shone like saints, so pure was their portion of evil, there was a village by the name of Hangtown that clung to the back of the dragon Griaule, a vast mile-long beast who had been struck immobile yet not lifeless by a wizard’s spell, and who ruled over the Carbonales Valley, controlling in every detail the lives of the inhabitants, making known his will by the ineffable radiations emanating from the cold tonnage of his brain.
The Dragon Griaule is a powerful reminder of why I love fantasy so much, and what the genre can achieve when it turns its focus not on generic warring kingdoms and evil magicians, but on capturing the wonder and the weirdness of the world, as seen through an unbound imagination. Lucius Shepard is both a stylist and an adventurer, a poet of metaphysical questions and a daring explorer of dangerous, unexplored territories. The first Griaule story started as a “what if …” inspirational moment at a convention, but the protagonist came to haunt Shepard career over the years and to demand that the writer return to it in ever more elaborate constructions. The present collection gathers in one place all the separate episodes of the Griaule epic, a story that mirrors the history of the world we know, still recognizable but in slightly distorted and fancy coloured reflections.
In 1853, in a country far to the south, in a world separated from this one by the thinnest margin of possibility, a dragon named Griaule dominated the region of the Carbonates Valley, a fertile area centering upon the town of Teocinte and renowned for its production of silver, mahogany, and indigo.
What makes Griaule special and different from all the other dragons in fantasy? First, it is his size – a mile long and about four hundred feet tall, the result of millennia of magical slumber, of time settling over his body like sediments on the bottom of the sea, making it bigger and bigger with each millennia that passes. Secondly, it is his telepathic power, the only means of influencing the surrounding world after the wizard’s attack put him to sleep. The author doesn’t miss the implications of this power on the societies that rise and fall around his hill like body:
He is an immortal, unfathomable creature who is as pervasive in our lives as the idea of God. And as with God, we do not have the wisdom to establish the limits to his capacities.
Before I start on the individual novellas included here, I would like to remark on the beauty of the prose, on the flowing long paragraphs and the joy of using the dictionary to the fullness of its abilities (“caliginous” for example), on the mythical powers of creation and on the sense of wonder that I always look for in my fantasy reads. Here’s an example:
In the eternal instant before the Beginning, before the Word was pronounced in fire, long before the tiny dust of history came to settle from the flames, something whose actions no verb can truly describe seemed to enfold possibility, to surround it in the manner of a cloud or an idea, and everything fashioned from the genesis fire came to express in some way the structure of that fundamental duality. It has been said that of all living creatures, this duality was best perceived in dragons, for they had flown fully formed from out of the mouth of the Uncreate, the first of Creation’s kings, and gone soaring through a conflagration that, eons hence, would coalesce into worlds and stars and all the dream of matter.
To quote one of the characters in the book, I think the next quote applies as well to the author, and to me as a reader:
Of course I’m a romantic! What the hell’s wrong with that?
If you feel the same way, maybe the dragon Griaule is just what the doctor ordered for your imagination.
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It all started with a young artist who was dissatisfied with his prospects after finishing school, and who decided during a drunken evening to his friends to embark on a daring project.
Wouldn’t it be great if Dardano didn’t have to write articles, if we didn’t have to paint pictures that color-coordinated with people’s furniture or slave at getting the gooey smiles of little nieces and nephews just right?
As a result, this Meric Cattanay will be known in history as The Man Who Painted the Dragon Griaule , the artist who created the greatest living-dead mural in the world, engaging the whole population and the whole financial resources of the Carbonales Valley in the effort to paint over the scales of the huge dragon with poisonous colours that would hopefully put an end to his malefic influence, once and for all. Meric will be an old man before his mural is finished, but over the years he will know wonder, and love ( He had the classic malady and could find no fault with her), and dangers. Most of all, Meric will be overwhelmed by the majestic presence of the God-like beast:
It was a great hanging garden whose scope took Meric’s breath away – like looking around the curve of a fossil moon. The sense of all the centuries accreted in the scales made him dizzy, and he found he could not turn his head, but could only stare at the panorama, his soul shrivelling with a comprehension of the timelessness and bulk of this creature to which he clung like a fly.
In the author’s footnotes there is a surprising confession that the genesis of the novella is also political in inspiration, as a reaction to the demagogy of the Reagan era. I guess I need a re-read to be able to extract this from the text, and some context from the later Griaule stories.
The Scalehunter’s Beautiful Daughter starts with a personal drama and develops into an exploration of the wonders and dangers of the enormous dragon. If Meric Cattanay was impressed by the outside beauty of Griaule, the heroine of the second novella gets to live for decades inside the dragon, getting to know the tribe of outcasts that settled in the beasts’ innards, fighting parasites and telepathic sending from the vast brain of the alien creature. Again, the sense of wonder dominates the story, but there is also romance and personal development for the heroine.
Everything, she realized, even the happiest of occurrences, might be a cause for tears if you failed to see it in terms of the world that you inhabited; however, if you managed to achieve a balanced perspective, you saw that although sadness could result from every human action, that you had to seize the opportunities for effective action which came your way and not question them, no matter how unrealistic or futile they might appear.
The Father of Stones is a more subtle offering in a different format. Griaule does not make a direct appearance here, and his influence if doubtful, raising questions about freewill and predestination. The structure of the novella is a courtroom drama, with a conscientious attorney defending a criminal who killed a satanic cult leader in order to protect his daughter from becoming an adept. The satanic influence is attributed to Griaule, even if his valley is hundreds of miles distant.
In the afterword, Shepard attributes the story and its interest in the criminal underworld to the influence of his Staten Island residence at the time, underlining one of my pet theories that fantasy works deal in truth with real world problems and personal development issues.
Liar’s House is one of the wildest rides in the collection. It takes places earlier that the previous stories and romance is again in the air, but with a twist inspired by the desire of Griaule to have children. Anything more I say would be a spoiler.
The Taborin Scale showcases the supernatural powers of the dragon, including time travel to a prehistoric time when Griaule was young and still alive. He pulls into this timeline several humans, including a numismatist studying a blue dragon scale and his lover. The ending is spectacular in a Mega-Godzilla fashion.
The Skull is the last published novella, and the most overtly political one of the lot. Shepard channels a lot of his direct experiences of living for a time in Guatemala, among guerrilla factions and government repression. Griaule is still exerting his influence over events, and the sense of wonder is still as fresh as in the first novella. This time it touches on man’s perennial dream of flying. And of course, there’s a bit of romance among the ruins, because, as I mentioned before, the author is unapologetically romantic.
What more can I say at the end of a novel that jumped right into the ‘favourites’ shelf after the first lecture? As usual, the author has a better way with words than me, and I will shamelessly borrow from him”
Goodbye! Don’t be sad! You’re not leaving anything important behind, and you’re taking the best parts with you. Just walk fast and think about what you’re going to tell everyone. They’ll be amazed by all you’ve done! Flabbergasted! Tell them about Griaule! Tell them what he’s like, tell them all you’ve seen and all you’ve learned. Tell them what a grand adventure you’ve had.