I have been watching Pointy Hat's Gods video, because, yes, I greatly enjoy Pointy Hat's D&D video and clever ideas and subversions of tired RPG tropes...
And this encouraged me to finally do the post I meant to do since a very long time: talking about some of my favorite depictions of gods in fantasy works.
Well... "Talking" might be a too-broad word, because I don't want to analyze or explain everything, due to this entering full spoiler territory - I prefer to leave you the surprise to discover them by yourself...
But I want to list here specific fantasy works that involve gods in fascinating, clever ways that work so hard to make us feel what a god or goddess is, while also avoiding the Americanized, super-heroized way media has been showing us the gods for decades now. I also will NOT be talking of specific works adapting or subverting specific mythologies. I am not talking here about stuff like Percy Jackson, or God of War, or the Vei comic book... I will make one exception for Neil Gaiman's "mythology melting-pot" works, but only because they are more interested in what "divinity" and "deity" means than playing with specific myths. I am mostly focusing here on what you would call the "fantasy pantheons" and the fictional gods.
First and foremost being: The Chalion series by Lois McMaster Bujold
This is the first fantasy I ever read where the gods actually FELT like gods. Not only that, but there is a full exploration and analysis, interwoven with the plot, of many god "tropes" people complain about in the fantasy genre, questionssuch as "Why must the gods rely on a human clergy to do things if they are so powerful" or "If the gods know everything, why don't they prevent stuff happening in the first place?" or "Why isn't the god a deus ex machina solving everything?"
Honestly, the gods of Chalion are probably my number 1 representation of gods in fantasy novels.
Not quite "traditional fantasy" but of course, when dealing about the creation, exploration and subversion of gods, Neil Gaiman has to be brought up. More precisely two of his works, "sisters" so to speak: his Sandman comic book series, and his American Gods novel.
The Endless of the Sandman world are NOT gods, this is their whole point, they are ABOVE the gods... but they are still a marvelous and complex exploration of what it means to be the supernatural personification or embodiment of something - plus, the Three, of course. Sandman also introduces the topic that is fully investigated and played with in American Gods: the nature of divinity, what is a religion or a cult, the consequences and limits of faith, and the idea of vanishing gods, dying gods, and divine births... It is due to this deep thematic exploration that I decided to still include this novel, despite it mainly using beings from actual religions and folklores of the world.
If you want to keep the same motifs, themes and explorations present in Gaiman's work while diving into more traditional fantasy, you of course must go take a look at Terry Pratchett's Discworld.
Who needs to present this series today? The most hilarious fantasy parody ever, the peak of humoristic fantasy, and yet the most thorough deconstruction and reconstruction of all the cliches, archetypes, tropes and settings of the fantasy genre.
Religion and gods are a recurring thread across the Discworld. One specific sub-series (the entire series being organized in "cycles so to speak) deals with the existence and adventures of anthropormophic personifications: the "Death cycle", following the titular character of Death, the Grim Reaper. Specific books I could suggest are "Mort", the first book of the cycle, "Reaper Man", and "Hogfather", about a psychopathic assassin trying to murder Santa Claus, and the Reaper having to replace the jolly old man... However, if you are truly interested in gods, and Pratchett's exploration of myths and religions, there is an unescapable trio. "Pyramids", about the fantasy parody of Ancient Egypt ; "Small Gods", about how Discworld's version of Jesus came to be ; and "Monstrous Regiment", about women having to enlist as men in the army in a war-torn, hyper-religious country... These three books are very thorough observations, parodies and deconstructions of what a "god" is, of what a "religion" is, and how the relationship between faith, the acts of faith, and the object of the faith...
You also have several books which involve Discworld's pantheon of gods while not actually exploring religious themes - just parodies of archetypal myths and the traditional appearances of gods in fantasy books: the first two books of Discworld, "The Colour of Magic" and "The Light Fantastic" ; "Sourcery", about Discworld'd version of the Apocalypse, or the illustrated novel "The Last Hero".
I said the first time I actually felt like I was reading about gods in fantasy was in the Chalion books - but there is another specific scene where the idea of divinity was perfectly conveyed. Now I can't speak about the whole series because I only read the first book: but the Fionavar Tapestry has some excellent godly depictions. Shout-out to the scene of the God encountering the Goddess - you'll know what I mean - it is an absolutely splendid thing.
A little-shout too to Kingdoms of Thorn and Bone. It doesn't have "gods" in it... But it is the best and most accurate fantasy depiction I saw of "saints cult" and the whole way saints ACTUALLY worked in old European Catholic-Christianity. Even down to fantasy transpositions of the "folk-Christianity" which intermingles the saints with legendary figures and pagan deities. And while they are not gods, there are also some badass powerful supernatural entities/natural personifications that play delightfuly on old European myths. [It unfortunately is also ranking at the tops in the category of "Insanely promising series with most disappointing ending"]
Shout-out, of course, to A Song of Ice and Fire - though Pointy Hat's video already covered it enough...
And to conclude, I will drop here not a fantasy book series, but a COMIC SERIES! Because yes, there are fantasy comics we should not forget about - one in particular I quite love being DIE.
(Oh yes and it was also adapted as a roleplayng game)
DIE was from the same creator as "The Wicked + The Divine", and you can summarize it as "A darker and edgier version of Jumanji, where the characters are taken to a fantasy RPG world instead of a jungle" - while also gleefully tearing apart at all the "portal fantasy" Narnia-style... The world of DIE is a great homage, deconstruction and "dark parody" of the tropes, conventions and archetypes of fantasy RPGs - while the plot explores the various roots and origins of the modern fantasy RPG universe (from Tolkien to Lovecraft passing by the Brontë sisters). And as such it does include a pantheon of gods, tied to its own version of a "cleric" (here rather a tamer and "debt collector" to the gods)...
Now, while some of the clever worldbuilding and inventions behind these gods is subtly conveyed throughout the actual comic, unfortunately (or fortunately if you like these things) to get the full extent of it all you need to read the interviews, articles and bonus content located at the end of each issue - but trust me, it is worth the read, because the pantheon of DIE was specifically designed to twist and subvert the cliche archetypes of gods in fantasy RPGs. From the god of nature, who is not a "flower-loving hippie" but a giant ferocious bear ; to the common "god of light and goodness" who turns out to be a sinister and sorrowful mourner crying forever over the world, passing by my favorite - Mistress Woe, the "goddess of luck", except that she embodies bad luck and misery and is the spirit of the "natural 1".
Oh yes, of course I also cannot forget to give a shout-out to the one who truly made the mythopoeia genre what it would be today: Lord Dunsany, who not only was one of the forefathers of fantasy well before Tolkien (and without which Tolkien wouldn't have written the works he created), but also created the famous The Gods of Pegana - who is still to this day a full pantheon and mythology completely fictional, but also free of use since it falls in the public domain...
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I did 1/3 of this like 4 months ago and the rest over the last 2 weeks. Sorry if it hops around a lot, Iâm still new to writing :â)
This can be read as a Oneshot for now while I work on the other installments in the series. This is an alternate universe to my main story btw!
Also Ivy and Evelyn are like in 8th grade in this so they are still young.
Enjoy!!
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Ivy slowly opened her eyes, the bright light blinding her momentarily. She had a pounding headache and an extremely dry throat. She slowly sat up and suddenly got hit with a throbbing pain in the right side of her back. She slowly slid out of the small twin bed, making the pain in her back worse. She stumbled around, leaning against a nearby wall to regain her balance. Her head felt dizzy, and she was sweating profusely. She felt like she was high on some drug or something.
She slowly looked around and began taking in her surroundings, but she froze when she realized that this wasnât her room, nor could she recognize it. They hid black walls behind tapestries and posters, and a bright red intricate rug sat on top of dark chestnut floors. The room was large, with little knickknacks and items were scattered throughout the floor. To the left wall, there was a long desk sitting in front of a large window with a sowing machine and the unsewn parts of what seemed to be a denim jacket. The black denim jacket had many felt flowers sewn on in a pretty pattern, connected by a long green vine. Leaning against the desk on the ground was a guitar with an intricate design on the base and the neck.
Ivy was just looking around in confusion when she saw a painting hanging on a nearby wall. She stepped forward and studied the painting closer, and she recognized where it was from. The painting was hers, but how is it here? Ivy swore that she threw that specific painting away after she accidentally ripped it. First, she wakes up in an unfamiliar room, feeling like someone drugged her, and now she finds old paintings she got rid of. She has to be dreaming.
It startled Ivy out of her thoughts when she heard the soft sounds of footsteps. Ivy freezes. She doesnât know what to do. Is the person who kidnapped her cool? Or are they going to kill her? Ivy rushes back over to the bed and dashes under the many blankets piled on the bed. She peaks her head over the blankets, listening intently to the footsteps getting closer and closer. Ivy heard the slow turn of the doorhandle and she felt her entire body freeze. The door slowly creaked open and Ivy watched the familiar head of a fluffy-haired brunette peek from around the door.
âEvelyn?â
Evelyn looked up, and a soft smile formed on her face. She pushed the door entirely open and stood up, carrying a tray with soup and a bottle with an unrecognizable liquid inside. âYouâre finally awake.â Evelyn happily whispered.
The older walked closer and set the tray down beside them. She brought her hand up to the otherâs forehead and lightly rested her hand across it. Ivy hummed nicely at the cool feeling of the rings that decorated the elder's hand. âYouâre burning up. How are you feeling?â
âLike crap,â Ivy mumbled. Her headache was killing her, her throat was painful, and she couldnât even attempt to breathe out of her nose.
âMakes sense,â Evelyn smiled. âIf you feel up to eating, I have some food that you can have."
Ivy was hungry, but she was slightly nauseous. She didnât want to risk eating just in case. She didnât want to throw up all over Evelyn. She shook her head and looked at the tray. In a glass bottle, there was a dark murky liquid. It looked viscous when it moved around in the bottle. âWhatâs that?â Ivy questioned.
Evelyn followed Ivyâs gaze. âWell, itâs a medicine that I made- I mean got for you.â Evelyn stumbled.
Medicine? That looks nothing like any of the medicine Iâve seen before. Looks like something Lucy would make. Ivy thought to herself. Ivy gazed up at the taller and noticed their nervous expression. Ivy could tell when the older was lying. For most, itâs hard to pick up on, but Ivy has known Evelyn for years. She could read the elder like a book.
Evelyn seemed to notice the judging silence because she quickly continued. âIt should help with your fever, it will kill the headache and the sore throat. My mother uses it for my brothers all the time and it works like a charm.â
âMmm,â said slowly.
Ivy always loved messing with the taller, so she messed with her a bit. âNah, Iâm good. Youâve probably poisoned it.â Ivy joked.
âWhat? No, Iâd never do that! Why would you think that?â Evelyn rushed out, quickly becoming flustered.
âI donât know. Itâs probably poisoned,â Ivy said, trying her hardest to keep a straight face.
âWhat! No no no, trust me, it's not. I-Iâ Evelyn stuttered. Ivy couldnât hold back her laughter and fell back onto the bed, a giggling mess. Evelyn was confused for a second before realizing what Ivy was doing. She scoffed and rolled her eyes fondly.
âGods, why do I put up with you?â Evelyn sighed.
âBecause you love me,â Ivy giggled. Evelyn felt her face warm up slightly. She knew it was just a joke, but she couldnât help but blush at it. She didnât know why she suddenly felt like this at the comment. They always joked like this, but this feeling was new. She turned her head to the side to control her quickly reddening cheeks. She stayed like that for a little, breathing in and out to calm her beating heart. Hearing a coughing sound to her right, she turned back towards the smaller.
âHeh bad idea to laugh with a sore throat,â Ivy whispered.
Evelyn shook her head and sat down next to Ivy. âIdiot,â she said under her breath. Ivy pushed Evelyn as hard as she could with the little strength she had. Evelyn held up the medicine again, handing it to Ivy. âThis stuff is pretty strong, so it should kill your fever and help with the discomfort. Although it may knock you out for a little.â
Ivy nodded in understanding before bringing the bottle to her lips. She started sipping before gagging at the awful taste. âOh yeah, I should mention that it tastes awful,â Evelyn added.
Ivy coughed violently. âWell, you could have told me that before!â She forced out. Evelyn laughed at the comment.
âHaha, sorry about that, it just slipped my mind.â
âWhatever,â Ivy grumbled.
She closed her eyes and mentally prepared herself for the awful taste she knew was about to come. She tilted her head back and downed the entire drink in one go. She grimaced at the thick and sticky feeling it left inside her throat. âThat was awful.â
âYeah, Iâve never gotten sick before so I never got to try it but from what Iâve heard, Iâm a pretty lucky person,â Evelyn empathized, patting Ivyâs back.
âYouâve never gotten sick? Hard to believe.â
âNah, Iâm just immune to everything. Nothing can ever harm me,â the taller joked.
âWell, thatâs probably going to change today because I probably just got you sick.â
âNope! Impossible.â
âYeah right.â The younger slurred.
They fell into a comfortable silence, something that didnât always happen but wasnât considered a bad thing by the two of them. Evelyn always enjoyed silence, something that might not make sense judging because she wants to be a musician when she grows up but, Evelyn never claimed she wanted to make sense. Anyway, Evelyn always believed in beauty in quiet, because when youâre silent, you can truly enjoy the beautiful sounds of the world around you.
However, between the two of them, silence doesnât always last long. âSo, how did I end up here?â Ivy asked. She couldnât remember ever leaving school. The last thing she remembers is being in fourth-hour class with Evelyn, now, judging by the slightly darkened sky outside, that seemed like hours ago.
âAh yes, so you know how earlier you said that you werenât feeling too great. During class, I noticed you looked extremely pale and lethargic, so I was already debating taking you down to the nurse. And well, after the class ended, and when you went to stand up, you suddenly fainted. But I wasnât able to catch you in time, so you may be a little sore from where you fell,â Evelyn explained.
Ivy nodded slowly. So I guess that explains why my back hurts so bad, she thought to herself.
Evelyn continued, âSo I carried you down to the nurse's office with the help of a teacher and sat with you while they called your dads. But the nurse said they were out of town, so I offered to take you home since I donât live far away. The nurse was hesitant at first but I called my mom and she picked us up and dropped us off here, my brothers and dad are out-of-town boys' boys trip and my mom has a party to go to so itâs just us tonight.â
âOh thanks, Evelyn, you didnât have to do that.â
âOf course, I would. Youâre my best friend Ivy.â
âWell, I know how your dad is with not letting people over, so Iâm sorry if it was hard to get both of them to agree.â
âOh, no! Itâs fine, donât worry, I had it all handled. I mean, they were angry about it, especially with it just being us, but I got her to at least agree. After all, itâs only for a little while so it should be fine,â Evelyn quickly reassured, however the nervous expression from earlier seemed to reappear on Evelynâs face.
âAre you sure? If itâs too much of a problem, I can make it home by myself. Iâd hate to be a bother.â
âIvy, I am not letting you walk home like this, especially when itâs this late. Itâs way too dangerous and you could get hurt.â
âEvelyn, itâs not that bad, I swear. The thing you gave me is already helping me feel better. I should be alright going back, itâs not too far of a walk anyway-â
âNo, I am not letting you walk home,â Evelyn interrupted, leaving no room for argument. Ivy groaned loudly and performed an Oscar-worthy eye roll. She flopped down flat onto her back, ignoring the slight pain the action caused there.
âWhy are you so overprotective of me? I can handle myself, Evelyn, you donât gotta baby me.â Ivy waited for a couple of seconds, waiting for some kind of witty remark from the taller. After receiving no such response, Ivy sat back up. Ivy noticed an annoyed glare staring straight into Ivy. âWhatâs with the angry face, huh?â Ivy teased, causing Evelynâs eyebrows to furrow even deeper.
Ivy raised her hand and rested it on top of the otherâs hair. She rubbed her hand back and forth, ruffling the soft brown locks. She pulled her hand back, looking at the mess she made of the otherâs hair. Her eyes were completely covered by now messy curls and Ivy smirked at the deadpan expression that the other wore. âAw, come on, donât give me that face,â Ivy teased. The other gave no response, but Ivy could make out a sharp glare from behind the curls.
Ivy rested her head in her hand and gazed up at the girl in front of her. As Evelyn lowered her gaze to look at her, she tried her hardest to fight the urge to break her faux-angry face. Evelyn noticed Ivyâs face light up for a split second before she saw it turn into a smug grin. Evelyn cocked an eyebrow in confusion at her face. However, the confusion didnât last for much longer. Ivy suddenly sprang up and captured Evelyn in a bear hug, causing the other to let out a small grunt at the sudden force. As Ivy settled into the tallerâs arms, she hummed nicely at the warmth that she always seemed to radiate.
The unexpected hug shocked Evelyn, causing her hardened face to fall. A million thoughts raced through her mind in less than a millisecond, thoughts that are things you shouldnât think about your best friend. She couldnât help the bright pink color that rose to her cheeks, daring to rival Ivy's dyed stands of bubblegum pink hair. Evelyn felt butterflies dance around her stomach, twirling and flapping with glee. Evelyn thanked the Gods that Ivy was utterly oblivious to the thoughts going on inside her head right now.
Ivy let go of the older and sat back into her previous position on the bed, and Evelyn couldnât help but feel a bit of disappointment at the loss of warmth she once felt. âThere we go. Thereâs that smile I love,â Ivy teased. Evelyn rolled her eyes and shook her head in annoyance. However, she still unwillingly craved another hug from the other.
She closed her eyes to erase the thought from her mind, but they suddenly shot back open at the feeling of soft hands combing their way through Evelynâs mess of curls. Evelyn didnât know if her face could get any redder at this point.
Suddenly, a soft ringtone played, making her turn around to grab her phone resting on the nightstand. Evelynâs mind was overrun with so many thoughts that it completely drowned out the conversation that Ivy was currently having on the phone.
âBye Dad, I love you! Iâll see you guys tomorrow. Love you, bye!â Ivy hung up the phone and placed it back on the nightstand. She turned back towards the taller. âSo good news. My dads said they were okay with me staying here. They will be home tomorrow, so Iâll either need a ride home or I will need a place to sleep here.â Ivy waited for a response from the other, but after a few moments, there was no sign of the sentence being received.
âHello, Earth to Evelyn,â Ivy waved their hand in front of the tallerâs face. "Evelyn?"
Evelyn jumped out of her thoughts, blinking rapidly in confusion. Ivy giggled softly to herself, finding the olderâs lost looks amusing. âSorry, I spaced out. What were you saying?â Evelyn sheepishly asked.
âI was just saying how I either need a ride home or a place to stay here.â Ivy noticed her voice began slurring a bit, she also began feeling more dizzier than before.
âOh, if you felt better, we might give you a ride home. If not, Iâm sure you could stay here for the night.â
âWould your parents be alright with that?â
âIâll make them okay with it,â Evelyn smugly replied.
âSometimes you are way too overprotective of me,â Ivy teased. Ivy received a dramatic eye roll and a playful shove in response. Ivy couldnât help but wince at the pain the rough action caused in her back. âOuch, I must have taken a terrible fall.â
Evelyn guiltily looked away. âYeah, I didn't notice fast enough, and by the time I did, you were already on the floor. It was a pretty bad fall, took out a couple of chairs even.â She reached a hand to rub the back of her neck. âDoes it hurt bad?â
âYeah,â Ivy muttered. She reached a hand down to rest on the area, giving a slight rub before letting out a sudden yelp of pain. F-ck, bad idea. Her back now throbbed horribly, making Ivy bite down on her lip roughly, hard enough to draw blood. What the hell made it hurt this bad? Gods, this is probably the worst pain I have ever felt in my life.
âIvy, are you ok?â
âF-ck I donât knowâŠâ Her back throbbed painfully. It felt hot yet cold at the same time. âGods, that hurt so bad,â she whined.
Gods, I canât imagine how this feels. She must be feeling so much pain right now. I wish I could help her, but I canât. I need to do something though, I canât let her be in pain⊠Evelyn shook the thought from her head. No, no, itâs too dangerous. She could tell someone, and then weâd have to move again. But she wouldnât do that, right? I trust her; I trust her more than anything. Evelyn chewed on her lip, biting off a couple of layers of skin accidentally. But we also trusted Mark and looked where that got us.
Evelyn kneeled to be on Ivyâs level, rested a hand on Ivy's back, and rubbed softly. She pulled her hand back quickly when she saw Ivy flinch. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â Ivy let out a shaky breath. âCan you tell me where it hurts?â
âAlong my right side.â
âOk, donât worry, Iâll take care of you,â Evelyn reassured. âAre you comfortable? Do I need to move you?â
âI donât know⊠Iâm fine for now, though.â Ivy shifted around uncomfortably for a bit before settling down into a better position laying on her left side.
âIâm so sorry I let you fall. This is all my fault,â Evelyn mumbled bitterly. Ivy wanted to tell Evelyn off for blaming herself, but she was feeling tired. The medicine seemed to work. Ivy yawned tiredly. âYou should get some sleep. Sleep is the best medicine, after all.â Evelyn suggested with softness in her tone.
âWhat about you?â Ivy yawned. âWhere will you sleep?â
âOh, donât worry about me. I can either sleep on the couch or the floor. Doesnât matter to me.â
âThatâs⊠not fair to you. You deserve to sleep somewhere better. You shouldnât sleep on⊠floor.â Ivy can barely hide the slur in her voice and she was stumbling over words lazily now.
âItâs alright, Iâve slept on the floor plenty of times, Iâll be okay,â Evelyn waved off.
âYou can just sleep next to me. I donât mind.â Ivy smiled sweetly. Evelyn was very grateful that Ivy was delirious so that she wasnât able to see the way Evelyn turned as red as a peach at the innocent suggestion.
âOh no no no, Iâm alright. You get some rest and Iâll see you when you wake up!â
âBut-â Ivy cut herself off with another yawn. She grumbled something incoherent before shifting down farther into the bed. Ivy looked at Evelyn expectantly, like she was waiting for something. âHelp.â
âHelp? With what?â Ivy slowly motioned to the sheets that were pushed to the end of the bed.
âSheetsâ Ivy demanded, however the demand sounded more like a wine than a command. Evelyn laughed, finding humor at Ivyâs attempt at a command. Evelyn knew that if Ivy was less sick she would give Evelyn a smack across the head for that. But this time the sick girl didnât seem to notice.
Evelyn rested the dark maroon sheets down softly around ivyâs tired form, and tucked the many blankets around her body. Evelyn looked back down at the younger and laughed quietly at the now sleeping form of the other. Evelyn tucked a small strand of brown hair behind Ivyâs ear. Evelyn smiled sweetly and reached over to the lamp sitting on the bedside table. It clicked softly as darkness filled the room, the only light coming from the quickly disappearing sun in the window.
Evelyn walked towards the door and opened it quietly. She looked back at Ivyâs sleeping form one last time and spoke softly into the eveningâs air, âgoodnight Ivy, sweet dreamsâŠâ She closed the door softly and whispered the last part to herself. âI love youâŠâ
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I love how Evelyn is slowly becoming a simp and Ivy is completely and painfully oblivious.
Have a good morning, afternoon, and night! And make sure to stay hydrated! <3
On top of having an article centered around the French fantasy specifically, the "Modern Success" issue of the BNF Fantasy series also has an article (again written by Anne Besson) covering the topic of "Fantasy throughout the world". Here is, once again, a rough translation by your humble servant:
While heavily dominated by an English-speaking production, fantasy literature found its place in numerous European countries, and managed to cross several continents.
Born in England, grown in parallel on the two sides of the Atlantic oceans, and becoming a mass-phenomenon in the United-States, fantasy is without a doubt an anglophone genre. Even today the fantasy market has a MASSIVE unbalance, and the modern fantasy successes prove that the mondialization of the imaginations is dominated by the cultural superpower of the USA. But ever since the 1970s, as the translations of Tolkien spread across the world and role-playing games conquered the heart of teenagers, "native fantasies" started to appear in various European languages.
German fantasy is a good example of one of those "local takes" - it does help that Germany has a literary background including the Romantic movement, and the brothers Grimm fairytales. After the enormous success of Michael Ende's Never-Ending Story in 1979, the German fantasy did not stop. Many successful authors appeared. Wolfgang Hohlbein gained an internal fame, with his 1982 MĂ€rchenmond or his 1999's Chronicles of the Immortals. Cornelia Funke was a famous German youth author, with her trilogy "Inkworld" in 2003. Kai Meyer reworked Germanic legends in his 1998's Loreley or his 2001's Nibelungengold. Walter Moers created the continent of Zamonia, and popularized the character of Captain Blue-Bear (hero of a 1993's children television show, of two novels, and of a 1999's movie).
But very often, international fame only latches on one specific author that is well-known outside of their country's frontiers. In Poland, this author would be Andrzej Sapkowski with his 1986's Witcher series, adapted in 2007 as a video game, and in 2019 as a television series). In Spain, it would be Javier Negrete with his 2003's Tramorea.
Crossing the continents, it becomes very tempting to mix together the magic of fantasy literature with specifically cultural supernatural domains - the Hindu pantheon, the Chinese ghost stories, the kami and the yokai of Japan, the witchcraft of Africa or the Caribbean Isles...
South-America is rich of a literary tradition that in France we compare to our own "fantastique": the short stories of Argentina's authors Jose Luis Borges or Adolfo Bioy Casares in the 40s, the magical realism of Alejo Carpentier in Cuba (The Century of Lights, 1962), of Gabriel Garcia Marquez in Columbia (A Hundred Years of Solitude, 1967) or Carlos Fuenta in Mexico (Terra Nostra, 1975).
On the side of the African continent, The Road of Hunger, in 1991, by Nigerian author Ben Okri, is also part of this more "legitimate" current, a form of fantasy much closer to "general literature", but there is a new African generation, dominated by English-speaking women (Nnedi Okorakor, Nisi Shaw, Lauren Beukes) that fully appropriate and absorb the fantasy genre.
Up until a very recent date, it was considered more respectful to not assimilate these works, born of very different cultures, with a genre that is both modern and Anglo-Saxon. However, the numeric world and the mondialized economy have today destroyed a lot of cultural frontiers, and today we assist to a true "meeting of the imaginations" mixing various cultures together. The author of this article mentions as an example several works coming from East-Asia: the Japanese manga Full Metal Alchemist by Arakawa Hirowu, the other Japanese manga Witch Hat Atelier, or the Sino-American movie The Great Wall (2016).
If you recall, not too long ago I posted a rough translation of an article by the BNF (National French Library) called "A cosmogony of French fantasy", taking a look at the fantasy genre in French literature. Well I just discovered something that blew my mind.
The journal this article was part of, was actually one of a series of journal-reviews published by the BNF entirely centered around fantasy. The article "Cosmogony" was from the issue centered around "Worldbuilding", but I found another article talking about the history of the fantasy genre in French literature, this time coming from an issue of "BNF - Fantasy" with for theme "Modern success".
So here is the rough translation of: Fantasy in France, a long road... Originally written by Anne Besson
Fantasy has been present in France for numerous decades, but it had to wait until the turn of the 21st century to actually be recognized as its own genre, thanks to the work of fans and of independant publishing houses.
Fans are definitively those that make fantasy live the most in France. Alongside the fantasy boom of the 90s-2000s, numerous actors appeared in what was called the "micro-edition", a very dynamic but very fragile world. Numerous festivals started popping out everywhere, and fandoms appearing thanks to the Internet became the main sources of information about the genre.
The growing importance of this sector, and the apparition of "experts" of fantasy, is translated by a new care for fantasy as a genre. Numerous classical authors ignored until this point get translated (such as William Morris, by "Aux forges de Vulcain", "In Vulcan's forge"). Numerous "integral" editions are offered by Bragelonne, Pocket or J'ai Lu. You also have several re-translations, offering a new French text closer and more respectful towards the originals (Patrice Louinet reworked on Robert E. Howard, while David Camus offered new H.P. Lovecraft translations, and Daniel Lauzon completely redid the French Tolkien works).
Went around exploring. Visited an old rural cerimonial altar
There were lots of bronze age tombs all around, and most importantly many huge rocks with moss on them. More than you could count-
I love living in a world that's massively more ancient than I could even comprehend and being able to physically touch mementos from ancestors that thousands of years ago probably felt this same awe for this scenery as i do today.
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