AvonVilla@ramblingreaders.org reviewed La Belle Sauvage by Philip Pullman (The Book of Dust Volume One)
Rewards repeated reading
5 stars
I'm re-reading the first two volumes of "The Book of Dust", in preparation for the final book, due this month.
Once again my favourite aspect of this book is the rich array of mythic events: a giant flood; the emergence of mysterious ancient beings reminiscent of the Greek and Roman gods; a netherworld where the revelry of the denizens makes them oblivious to the apocalypse just beyond their view.
The new characters are also splendid. Malcolm is a striking contrast to Lyra in "Northern Lights". While she is rebellious and untamed in the previous trilogy, Malcolm is dutiful and domestic... but he ends up being a hero. Snarling, damaged Alice is a fine companion for Malcolm. The terrifying Bonneville is a relentless villain, the personification of sexual predation.
The oppressive rise of theocracy portrayed in the book resonated strongly. The army of child informants in the League …
I'm re-reading the first two volumes of "The Book of Dust", in preparation for the final book, due this month.
Once again my favourite aspect of this book is the rich array of mythic events: a giant flood; the emergence of mysterious ancient beings reminiscent of the Greek and Roman gods; a netherworld where the revelry of the denizens makes them oblivious to the apocalypse just beyond their view.
The new characters are also splendid. Malcolm is a striking contrast to Lyra in "Northern Lights". While she is rebellious and untamed in the previous trilogy, Malcolm is dutiful and domestic... but he ends up being a hero. Snarling, damaged Alice is a fine companion for Malcolm. The terrifying Bonneville is a relentless villain, the personification of sexual predation.
The oppressive rise of theocracy portrayed in the book resonated strongly. The army of child informants in the League of Saint Alexander reminded me of the emerging Christo-fascists of the MAGA movement in our real life 2025.
I'm less moved by Pullman's meditations on the nature of consciousness, but he weaves his scientific speculations so expertly with his mythical tapestries, they are still part of a coherent picture even to my cantankerously rationalist brain.