Sunday, February 08, 2009
I blame it on the rain. And the cover art.
Saturday, I had errands to run. Which meant a trip into San Luis Obispo. Which therefore means a stop by the bookstore. Since it was raining, the errands were done, and I had nothing better to do, I was just cruising through various sections trying to find something different. Suddenly, this book caught my eye:
Floating people and a cool title...and an author whose name sounds like he should be writing 18th century French novels. I had to know more. Although I didn't end up buying this particular book, I did go home with Dreams Underfoot (also with a cool cover), which I spent most of the rest of the weekend reading.
Oh My God. How did I get to be 39 years old without having read a Charles de Lint book? (Actually, how did I get to be 39 period, but that's another post.) I spent a good deal of my teenage years reading science fantasy, but I never came across de Lint. Oh wait. Maybe that's because he wasn't published back then. Gads, I am getting old.
Okay, enough about age.
I wouldn't classify Charles de Lint as typical fantasy fare. Evidently, he gets major kudos for developing the genre of urban fantasy, but even if you've never met a fantasy book you liked I'd dare you not to like de Lint. He's mixing fantasy and folklore and urban grittiness and music and the message of being nice to your fellow man and tossing in a dash of punk. And it totally works. Because he's subtle. De Lint doesn't beat you over the head with faeries or important messages, but if you pay attention and look closely, they are there.
Don't believe me? Go read him for yourself.