Who is Sylvia, what is she?
May. 29th, 2008 05:33 pmIt's time for definitions again - or rather for an absence of definitions, for a shrug and one of those indefensible assertions, "it is what I say it is".
This story I have been writing, the Alexandria story: there has never been any doubt in my mind that it is fantasy. Sometimes I say it's about Vikings in Alexandria, but that doesn't matter; it's still not historical fiction. They're not Vikings, and it isn't even Alexandria. It's a city with a dozen names, all of which sound a bit like Alexandria, and it has a face to match each name; I hope for a dozen stories in the end. It might perhaps occupy an Alexandrian space on the map, except that there are no maps. It is a city of my imagination, a city of exile, the last place on earth; undoubtedly, it is a fantasy and so are all the stories that I have to tell about it.
And yet, and yet - it struck me suddenly, today. No magic.
There is nothing about this story to say that it is fantasy, except that I made it all up. It's about recognisably human people doing recognisably human things. There isn't even the rumour of something strange off in the shadows somewhere: there is no suggestion that this is in any way not a story of this world, except that you won't find its setting in Wikipedia. Yet.
And yet, in my head: utterly and irredeemably fantasy.
I find this odd.
This story I have been writing, the Alexandria story: there has never been any doubt in my mind that it is fantasy. Sometimes I say it's about Vikings in Alexandria, but that doesn't matter; it's still not historical fiction. They're not Vikings, and it isn't even Alexandria. It's a city with a dozen names, all of which sound a bit like Alexandria, and it has a face to match each name; I hope for a dozen stories in the end. It might perhaps occupy an Alexandrian space on the map, except that there are no maps. It is a city of my imagination, a city of exile, the last place on earth; undoubtedly, it is a fantasy and so are all the stories that I have to tell about it.
And yet, and yet - it struck me suddenly, today. No magic.
There is nothing about this story to say that it is fantasy, except that I made it all up. It's about recognisably human people doing recognisably human things. There isn't even the rumour of something strange off in the shadows somewhere: there is no suggestion that this is in any way not a story of this world, except that you won't find its setting in Wikipedia. Yet.
And yet, in my head: utterly and irredeemably fantasy.
I find this odd.
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Date: 2008-05-29 10:20 pm (UTC)I've only had passing exposure to Cavafy, but enough to know I'd like more. There's a couple of lines from the start of "Ithaca" -
When you set out on your way to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge
It just gets me. Right in the heart. :)
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Date: 2008-05-29 10:38 pm (UTC)I also associate him a bit with Naomi Mitchison, who seems to have written a lot about the Hellenistic period.
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Date: 2008-05-30 07:43 am (UTC)Also weirdly - for someone who has read almost everything, and most particularly everything Graeco/Brit - I have never read Naomi Mitchison. Did you know she was one of Tolkien's proofreaders for Lord of the Rings?
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Date: 2008-05-30 01:40 pm (UTC)