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Real life lessons from fantasy!

3 May

I never knew that I would enjoy fantasy this much!

Until I came across Chesterton’s Orthodoxy. Now,  Orthodoxy is not a fantasy book, but as I was perusing the book I have had in my shelf for a long time now deciding whether to read it or return it to the library, something about fantasy caught my eye. Since I am reading Brisingr by Christopher Paolini, I stayed glued to the spot, eager to hear what Chesterton had to say about fantasy and fairy tales.

He was talking about his life in nursery. “The things I believed most then, the things I believe most now, are the things called fairy tales. They seem to me to be the entirely reasonable things… fairyland is nothing but the sunny country of common sense.”

I could hardly believe my ears, oops, my eyes. It felt as though he was cracking a joke. I felt justified in pushing away those textbooks I have to study in favour of Brisingr (if we put fantasy in the same category as fairy tales). Later, however, I got to the crux of the matter when he explains the ethic and philosophy contained in the fairy tales. Here are a few examples: the lesson of Cinderella is that the humble shall be exalted, Beauty and the Beast teaches us that a thing, or a person, must be loved before they are lovable, the terrible allegory of the Sleeping Beauty which tells of how the human creature was blessed with all birthday gifts, yet cursed with death; and how death also may perhaps be softened to a sleep.

This left me thinking: is there more to the story, especially fantasy, than possibly meets the eye? Are there any moral lessons?

What could I possibly draw from Brisingr, or Eldest or Eragon?

Then a thought hit me. If I tried I could possibly come up with a moral lesson or two. Many are the times that Eragon wishes to have an answer to a tricky situation and asks those with him of what he ought to do. Now Saphira, his dragon and Oromis, his instructor, tell him many times that he ought to think and come up with the solution himself. It would not help him if they told him what to do at all times. In fact, regarding his training, he asks if Oromis can let him have the qualities he need to have by magic, which would be a lot easier and would certainly save on time. But Oromis replies that he would not understand his new abilities as well as if he had gained them the ordinary way: by hard work.

On another occasion, he asks to be told his true name, but Oromis is reluctant. “If I gave you it, you might profit thereof, but you would do so without the wisdom you would otherwise acquire during the journey to find your true name. A person must earn enlightment. It is not handed down to you by others, regardless of how revered they are”

I somehow felt consoled that I have to sit and do my assignments, and put in hours of study for the forthcoming exams. After all, knowledge has to be acquired the hard way, otherwise it is not appreciated! (According to Brisingr)

I could go on and on, but you get the picture, and to tell the truth, I would like to catch up on what happened next in Brisingr. On second thoughts, maybe after finishing my assignment!


Riders, Dragons, the fair folk and an evil King: Eldest by Christopher Paolini

23 Apr


I am now reading Eldest by Christopher Paolini, which makes me almost unable to do anything else. The pages flip as if enchanted, and my heart beats faster as the saga unfolds. The typical epic of the good and the bad, and the struggle between the two. Eldest is the second book in the Inheritance saga.

After Eragon arrives at Farthen Dun, with the injured elf-maid Arya that he had helped rescue from the Urgals, he is faced with another challenge: war. The Varden, who have helped cure Arya, expect his untiring help, while the dwarves are not so pleased to see him. He is lucky, he manages to kill Durza, the empire’s feared loyal servant. As a result, the empire’s army disintegrates and the Varden win the battle, with the help of Eragon, the new Rider, and his dragon, Saphira. To fulfill his promise to Brom, his instructor, he must head on to Ellesmera, the elves’ place, and receive further training necessary if they are to stand against Galbatorix and the empire.


Back in his village, his cousin Roran is in danger of capture, as the empire plans to capture him as bait for his cousin, Eragon. The only way to survive is to find their way to Surda, and seek protection form the Varden, the only people brave enough to openly oppose Galbatorix, the evil king. Roran and the group from Carvahall must brace the cold winter in the woods, feed themselves, and evade the Raz’ac ( the empire’s servants), a queer race of creatures with beaks, foul smell and ear-splitting shrieks.

Will Eragon manage to absorb Oromis’ decades experience and training in just a few months? Will he withstand the sword-play that he must do everyday with the arrogant elf Vanir, suffering seizures as a result of his wound from Durza, the Shade? Then there is his infatuation with Arya, Queen Islanzadi’s daughter, which threatens his concentration in the much-needed training. Will he be able to face Galbatorix’s increasing power?