What I'm Reading This Month
By Donne Puckle
December 2006
"And with the opening day the mists swathing the mountains' skirts were lifted up in billowy masses that grew and shrank and grew again, made restless by the wayward winds which morning waked in the hollow mountain side, and torn by them into wisps and streamers. Some were blown upward, steaming up the great gullies in the rocks below the peak, while now and then a puff of cloud swam free for a minute, floated a minute's space as ready to sail skyward, then indolently stooped again to the mountain wall to veil it in an unsubstantial fleece of golden vapour."Here, then, an epic battle between the good and the evil. Written, as the back cover tells us, "with a majestic, Shakespearian narrative style." I enjoyed this not just for the rollicking adventure but even more so for the beauty of the language and the images it created for me. Image piled upon image each adding its own element to create a work of literary art. Oh, that we might do the same in our conversations... but, alas, might be found to be so quite contrived. But, thank goodness, for those who are willing to write so we might so enjoy the wonders of language.