Over the Hills and Far Away

by Lord Dunsany

Introduction by Lin Carter, and a Tribute by H.P. Lovecraft

Happy far-off things / Lin Carter --
On reading Lord Dunsany / H.P. Lovecraft --
The journey of the king --
The fall of Babbulkund --
The bird of the difficult eye --
The secret of the sea --
The compromise of the King of the Golden Isles, a play --
The house of the sphinx --
Blagdaross --
The lonely idol --
The archive of the older mysteries --
The loot of Loma --
The last dream of Bwona Khubla --
The queen's enemies, a play --
How Plash-Goo came to the Land of None's Desire --
The prayer of Boob Aheera --
East and west --
How the gods avenged Meoul Ki Ning --
The man with the golden ear-rings --
Poor old Bill --
The bad old woman in black --
The field --
Where the tides ebb and flow --
The little city --
The highwayman --
In the twilight --
The ghosts --
The doom of La Traviata --
A narrow escape --
The lord of cities --
The unhappy body --
The gifts of the gods --
On the dry land --
The unpasturable fields --
The curse of the witch --
Hunting the unicorn --
The pale-green image --
The sacred city of Krakovlitz --
At sunset, a poem

Genres: Fantasy, Short Stories, Speculative Fiction, Fiction

Paperback

First published January 1, 1974

About the author

Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett, eighteenth baron of Dunsany, was an Anglo-Irish writer and dramatist, notable for his work in fantasy published under the name Lord Dunsany. More than eighty books of his work were published, and his oeuvre includes hundreds of short stories, as well as successful plays, novels and essays. Born to one of the oldest titles in the Irish peerage, he lived much of his life at perhaps Ireland's longest-inhabited home, Dunsany Castle near Tara, received an honourary doctorate from Trinity College, and died in Dublin.

Reviews

[Derek · Rating 4 out of 5]

While acknowledging his "elusive, haunting quality", Lin Carter in introduction states that Dunsany writes of happy far-off things: "There is only joy in him, little sorrow, and many miracles." He nails the first part but not the second. All the stories feel textured by loss and diminishment and ironic detachment, and what joy is held at arm's length.

They never go particularly quickly, with a languid, unhurried pace, and a language that is evocative but, as I was surprised to discover, is not ornate.

[Fraser Sherman · Rating 4 out of 5]

In contrast to two previous collections of Dunsany, editor Lin Carter shoots for broad scope: some of Dunsany's imaginary world stories, several tales set in London, four Jorkens stories (about a clubman who can always swap a wild yarn for a free drink), and two short plays plays (a century ago Lord Dunsany was better known as a playwright than a fantasy writer). All beautifully written, though not always successful—his one-acts aren't awful, but they aren't memorable either.

[KC Cui · Rating 4 out of 5]

Why does this book not even have a cover on the goodreads entry! Omg. So Dunsany might be my favorite author that I find tiresome to actually read. His prose is pseudo archaic and his stories here are littered w the orientalism and racism that you would..........Expect. But he is a totally unique reading experience. I love his non-specificity it’s just so refreshing. It’s a different philosophy of prose entirely lol - like of course it’s meticulously crafted but it’s also not exact or concrete at all. It’s all about feeling and trailing you along and making you feel like a child caught up in this drunken perfume of mystery and fancy

[Patrick Hurley · Rating 4 out of 5]

Some beautiful, strange stories in this collection of Dunsany. Not all have aged well, but many are like precious stones, buried deep, timeless, and beautiful.

[James T · Rating 4 out of 5]

Dunsany when he is on is the greatest writer of all. The stories in this will attest to that. There are definitely some B sides though. Marvelous collection.

[Jack Graham · Rating 5 out of 5]

This collection contains some of his best work I think.

[Aaron · Rating 2 out of 5]

Definitely in the minority here. Dunsany's prose is too diffuse for me and I keep losing interest.