| Nearly eight years ago, I wrote of the forsaking of | | | | conjures a musical spell that insinuates itself into our |
| humankind by our gods. Thanks to author and | | | | all-too-limited flesh. |
| researcher Shannon Avery, it seems we have one | | | | To assist Avery in weaving her web are illustrator |
| last chance at redemption. | | | | Danae Bentley and performer Lea Ann Douglas. |
| Redemption is a recurring theme in Avery's new book | | | | Bentley's illustrations run the gamut from colloquially |
| of poems and stories: The Queen's Rune and Other | | | | charming to harshly disturbing to enticingly encrypted |
| Tales of the Sidhe. The "Dirty Little Secret" of | | | | with delicate high-order mathematics. Her literal, yet |
| Sidhedom is hinted at throughout the book and readers | | | | hauntingly whimsical, depictions of some scenes in the |
| who take the time to explore Avery's masterful | | | | Kambuzi Massacre left this reader feeling oddly |
| rendering of Sidhe language and culture into a form | | | | dirty-like catching an accidental glance at a child while |
| relatable to humans may just decrypt the puzzle. But | | | | he changes clothes. And the imagery of that story-the |
| even for the Uninitiated, Avery performs a remarkable | | | | illustrations and text combined-evoke memories of |
| feat of linguistic and cultural detective work, not to | | | | horrors from my younger days as a soldier and |
| mention a literary high-wire act, as she virtually | | | | scholar in war-torn Europe: "They are our enemy. |
| channels the Fair Folk, balancing razor-sharp analysis | | | | They are not us. Their blood is not ours. Their blood is |
| with rich imagery. | | | | a river. This river will flow across Benue State and out |
| For those of you new to the Sidhe world, They are | | | | to sea. Benue will be clean." |
| humanoid creatures sharing our Universe and our | | | | Lea Ann Douglas is Avery's patroness and herself a |
| planet, removed from humanity only in our limited ability | | | | devotee of Sidhe culture. She combines Avery's |
| to perceive them. Their culture is several thousand | | | | research with her own performance and creative |
| millennia older than our own and Avery deftly handles | | | | writing background to generate live performances |
| half-a-million years of history with an insight that could | | | | about and in the style of the Sidhe. |
| only have come from a deep devotion to honoring the | | | | Perhaps the only negative aspect of The Queen's |
| subject. Her translation of the Ann Amrahn Atraighn, | | | | Rune is that, in its emphasis on ancient Sidhe culture, it |
| for example, captures the cold, otherworldly arrogance | | | | fails to address the gathering storm of Sidhe-Human |
| of Our Friends, The El'Ohim, as They attempt to | | | | relations at this time. Avery's lyrics evoke the culture of |
| instruct their "most puerile kin" in the mysteries of the | | | | the Sidhe-their complexity, their passion, their devotion, |
| Universe as well as the very human-like sense of | | | | their pain, their playfulness-but gloss over some of |
| betrayal and regret the teachers feel when their | | | | more disturbing aspects of Sidhedom. Most particularly, |
| experiment goes so violently awry. Avery's translation | | | | Avery leaves out the implications of the Kambuzi |
| feels like redemption itself after the travesty that was | | | | Massacre. The book, for all of its success in creating a |
| Hammond Cole's version of 1649, not to mention the | | | | bridge of understanding between the two species, fails |
| abomination inflicted on the world by the Reubenites in | | | | to warn humanity of just how dangerous our "closest |
| their heretical and error-laden Genesis chapter of the | | | | cousins" are and what is at stake should we fail to |
| Torah. | | | | heed their message yet again. Avery's Ann Amrahn |
| Redemption flows through the Sidhe "love" poems as | | | | Atraighn ends with the Loyalist Seth Levian heading |
| well; Avery's poetic language-delicate one instant; | | | | forth "to seek mankind's redemption" but neglects to |
| eviscerating the next-evokes for human readers the | | | | mention that the sands of time have run quickly these |
| depth of Sidhe passion and the core conflicts in all | | | | last 5769 years and that our hour is nearly up. |
| Sidhedom. Like Perceval in the Fisher King, Avery's | | | | In summary, this collection of Sidhe art, literature and |
| Sidhe lovers-Amfortas and Eriu; Rhiannon and | | | | lore is very highly recommended. The poetry and |
| Pwyll-kneel in the Temple of Sound and ask "Whom | | | | stories will entertain, engage and enchant and, for the |
| does the Grail serve?" In the Lay of Amfortas, the title | | | | reader with Ears to Hear, dares us, in the words of |
| character sings: When my body and my harp are | | | | Brother W.B. Yeats, to "Come away, O human child!/ |
| ashes/your conjured rage has laid us bare/and I regret | | | | To the waters and the wild /With a faery, hand in hand |
| it not. True appreciation of the torment of Amfortas | | | | For the world's more full of weeping than you can |
| and Eriu may still elude humans, but Avery's eloquence | | | | understand. |