Showing posts with label Last Unicorn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Last Unicorn. Show all posts

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The Last Unicorn

original story by Peter S. Beagle, adaptation by Peter B. Gillis, art by Renae De Liz, 167 pages

An immortal unicorn goes in search of her missing brethren.

This graphic adaptation of Beagle's classic fantasy novel sports lush, attractive artwork (though it's more contemporary American comic book style and less classically illustrative, which I would have preferred, but that's just my personal taste talking) and does a decent job of transferring the original's wondermous text into a more visual medium. However, I think the compression required to squeeze the tale into 167 pages makes the narrative read awkwardly, even for someone familiar with the original story. This is particularly problematic once the unicorn and her companions arrive at Haggard's castle, where gaps of time--in which relationships are forged and clues are searched for--are so glossed over that the uninitiated reader has no idea how things arrived at point B from point A or what exactly the characters are talking about so eloquently in any given panel (for instance, the sleepwalking scene on the stairs). Also, there's a noticeable lack of beat panels. Reaction shots help give rhythm and flow to a narrative, textlessly smoothing transitions in mood and scene. But here, they are missing. For example, there is a scene in which someone shoots an arrow that narrowly misses another's chattering head before planting itself in a tree trunk behind him. The almost-shot man's dialogue bubble in which he comments on the offending arrow is above the just-landed shaft, rather than below it (or, better yet, in a separate panel below it, which would have left his surprised, wordless face to say volumes before he responded out loud) and so it appears he's talking about it before it happens and that he never stops yammering and has no physical or emotional reaction to being irately cut-off and nearly killed. If the adaptors, who clearly love and respect the source material, had had more pages to work with, and the artist had worked in a few more visual beats, I think this could have been wonderful, but as it is I am a little disappointed. It's like skipping a stone across the water and only getting random glimpses of the depths where the stone skims the surface.

If you haven't read the original novel, I can't recommend you pick this up unless you just want to look at the pretty pictures, as it will make very little sense. For fans of the book, however, this adds another facet to the richness of the story, but only because you'll be able to bridge the gaps and fill in the blanks for yourself.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

The Last Unicorn

by Peter S. Beagle, 212 pages

A majestic, immortal unicorn has not seen or heard of another of her kind for a generation of men. After an unsettling encounter with a deferential, manic, quote-spouting butterfly, she begins to fear that she is alone. Without a plan, she leaves the security of her familiar woods to venture out into the world and learn the fate of her people. Accompanied by a twopenny magician and a rough-edged camp cook she unintentionally draws into her wake, she will also learn a little of what it means to be mortal, to know fear, pain, death, regret...and love.

I love this book. I sat down to write this review and instead wasted a few hours re-reading passages and smiling to myself and coveting my own copy and not writing anything. The language is beautiful and fluid, somber and silly, and I could live in it all day. Beagle's unique, organic way with words reminds me of a less dark and distant Neil Gaiman (whose own, lovely Stardust trails wispy echoes of this older story for me) or Diana Wynne Jones (imagination-blessed author of Howl's Moving Castle). Beagle creates these wonderful, deep characters but doesn't always tell you what's under the surface, instead letting you catch glimpses of who they really are in a glance, a cut-off sentence, a silent action lost in the tumult a few seconds later. The details and characterization he successfully encourages your imagination to supply would double the slender book's length if written out on the page, but he teaches you to create that substance out of thin air and you happily comply before you even realize what you're doing.

Melancholic, yet cheerfully optimistic; bittersweet, yet snicker-inducing. Quite a few snickers, actually. And awe. I want to read more Beagle. I want to know what tangles Schmendrick and Molly get into in the future. (Isn't Schmendrick just a wonderful name for a bungling magician with his heart in the right place? And Molly Grue sounds like she's just stepped out of the taproom to clobber someone over the head with a tray. And then there's Haggard...and Amalthea...and Lír.... All the names are perfect, really.) There are talking cats and bluejays, castles and curses, witches and harpies, spells and princes, and beautiful, beautiful words. If you like fantasy at all, read this book. If you've seen the 1982 animated film adaptation and thought it was a little incongruously dark and cartoony (which I did in 4th grade--I should watch it again now as a "grown up"), read this book and let your brain replace the images with your own interpretation (as I wish I'd done years ago). I was reminded that this existed when I saw that a new graphic novel version had been published, which I'd also like to read, but thought it'd be best to read the original first. I'm so glad I did, as it has given me a new author crush and set me off on another bibliography-consuming mission.

*sigh*