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Magic
Street by Orson Scott
Card. Ballantine Del Rey, 2005. hardcover. 416 pages. $24.95
Titania and Puck
appear in the shapes of the ponies they are riding, humans who were out of
their bodies on drugs when the fairies came in: a sexy hoochie mama on a
motorbike and a bag man in dreads. We dont take bodies somebody actually
using, says Titania in the voice of the biker girl. The wanderer
part of them is in the bodies they are riding. Their souls are inside lanterns
in Fairyland, caged there by Oberon. They need Mack and another psychic bodyguard, a
rookie cop who becomes a giant on the Other Side, to bust their souls out of jail and
guard them from the defenders of Fairyland, who include birds who will try to eat them
when they shrink to miniature size after crossing over. (Film canisters with air holes are
used as transporters at one point). Card shows us
that the gates of the Otherworld open from where we are. The mouth of the underworld
through which Oberon pushes dark energy into the world is a drainpipe at the
foot of a well-clipped hill that sometimes grows fiery red. Macks usual portal into
Fairyland is a skinny house between two regular houses on his block that is
visible only when you look out of the corner of your eye until you get in, when the
furnishings and food and clothes on offer will exactly match objects from the regular
world (and may actually be stolen from it).Theres a hint that the Skinny House may
also be a place of choice and maneuver between alternate realities. When Mack returns from
a first excursion into Fairyland, missing his pants, he is offered a choice between six
pairs of pants. They are all the same, and all his own, each containing his emergency $5
bill except that they are in different condition - one pair ripped, another bloodied,
another fresh-laundered reflecting different outcomes he might have experienced. As so often in
Cards work, the weave of fantasy offers glimpses of what is wholly real: that a part
of the self may be exiled, or stolen; that healing comes through bringing together our
divided selves; that wishing is doing, and so we want to be careful what we wish for. |
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