The Crown of Dalemark is the fourth and last volume (surprise, surprise) of Diana Wynne Jone’s Dalemark Quartet, and as I hinted yesterday it has its problems.

In this book, it is clear from the get go, Jones is going to weave together all of the threads from the first three books; and it is equally clear that by the end of the book some character we’re already familiar with is going to pull together the earldoms of the North and South into a single kingdom again. It’s not clear which of them it will be (though I had a shrewd guess) or how it will take place; therein lies the tale.

And of course there are the Undying floating about all over the place.

I remember reading Great Expectations in school, many years ago now, and being amazed how Dickens managed to bring out hidden relationships between all of the myriad characters in the book. The cast of characters, each one seemingly isolated, were all part of a web of relationships that in fact drew them tightly together. Part of the charm of the book was discovering each of these relationships as the book progresses—I vaguely remember a housekeeper with peculiarly strong hands who turns out to be the estranged wife of somebody else, for example. Keeping track of everything was dizzying.

The situation is similar here, except that each of the Undying seem to have multiple names, most of which we’ve heard before but hadn’t previously connected together, and many of which we’ve heard only in conjunction with legends that are alluded to but not actually spelled out in the course of the series. You kind of need a scorecard to keep track.

And then, Jones pulls in a young girl from a hundred years or so into Dalemark’s future, and makes her one of the major viewpoint characters, which just complicates things all the more. It all worked out OK—I enjoyed reading it—and it left me wanting more, which is always a good sign; but nevertheless it didn’t quite work.

The Spellcoats is the third book in Diana Wynne Jones’ Dalemark Quartet, and it has quite a different feel from its predecessors. The first two books involve the magical and mythical breaking out into ordinary life, somewhat in the first and much more thoroughly in the second. This book takes place a couple of centuries earlier, in a time when the magical and wondrous walks the land openly…and we begin to see the backstory for much of what happens later.

I liked the book well enough, but ironically, given that the book involves the weaving of two “spellcoats”, it’s with this book that the execution starts to unravel. The mythosphere of Dalemark involves the Undying Ones, god-like beings (though not gods) who have interbred with human beings. The older of the Undying Ones have great difficulty making themselves visible or comprehensible to humans; the younger, having more human in them, have less trouble; and some simply seem to be humans with magical powers and indefinitely long lives. And the problem is, they all have a plethora and a superfluity of names, and figuring out who is who and how they are related, and that this one is really that one at another time becomes rather a trial—though more in the next book than in this one.

But that’s another review.

Drowned Ammet is the second book in Diana Wynne Jones’ Dalemark Quartet. Its predecessor, Cart and Cwidder, is OK; but Drowned Ammet is much more the sort of thing I expect from Diana Wynne Jones, and I liked it a lot.

Drowned Ammet is not a direct sequel to Cart and Cwidder; rather, it’s a separate story, roughly contemporaneous, and set in the same land of Dalemark. Alhammitt—Mitt, for short—is a young lad in the southern earldom of Holland. As is usual in the South, the Earl is a real piece of work; there is great unrest, and when Mitt’s family loses their farm, his father joins a radical group among the fisherman on the waterfront. And when Mitt’s father dies in an abortive attack on the Earl’s warehouse, Mitt naturally joins the group as well. He’s bent on vengeance, on both the Earl and those in the movement who betrayed his father.

His time comes during the annual Sea Festival, when the Earl and his family process down to the docks and throw in two effigies: a man of straw known as Poor Old Ammet, and a woman of fruit known as Libby Beer. Not to do so would be horrible luck for the city. And it’s said that if a ship comes upon Poor Old Ammet and Libby Beer out at sea, and takes them on board, that ship will have good luck.

Mitt’s attempt fails…and he finds himself on the run, on board a pleasure yacht, alone with two of the Earl’s grandchildren, heading for the North. And on the way he finds that maybe there’s more to the old legends and less to vengeance than he thought.

There’s magic; there’s villainy; there’s poetic justice; there’s courage; there’s redemption; and in general the result is enchanting.

Cart and Cwidder, by Diana Wynne Jones, is the first book in a young adult fantasy series called the Dalemark Quartet. Written in 1975, it’s one of Jones’ earlier books, and I was curious to see how it stacks up.

Our story takes place in the land of Dalemark, a vaguely medieval country which was once united under a king but is now split into the North and the South, both of which consist of a number of relatively independent earldoms. The North, where the king’s city used to be, is tolerably free; in the South, the earls rule as tyrants, and revolution is in the air. Few are able to travel from North to South and back again.

One of these few is Clennen the Singer and his family, who travel about Dalemark in their brightly colored cart, performing in the towns they pass through and carrying messages. Clennen’s younger boy, Moril, plays the cwidder, a stringed instrument that seems to be like a lute or mandolin, though it comes in different sizes, and Clennen is teaching him to play Clennen’s own cwidder, an instrument that supposedly belonged to the great bard Osfameron in years gone by. When Osfameron played, the mountains walked and the dead rose. So happens that “Moril” is short for Osfameron Tanamoril; and when Clennan is murdered and their passenger Kialan is being sought by the wicked Earl Tholian, Moril has to find out whether those legends are true.

In general, I liked the book. The characters are well-drawn, and the relationship between Clennan and his wife Lenina is fascinating. On the other hand, the book seems too short; and I thought the denouement was somewhat rushed and unconvincing, not handled with the skill Jones shows in her later books.

I read this one to myself, rather than to the kids; but it’s likely that I’ll read it to them at some point in the future.

Our latest family read-aloud has been Aunt Maria by Diana Wynne Jones. I’ll let Mig Laker, the narrator, introduce Aunt Maria:

We have had Aunt Maria ever since Dad died. If that sounds as if we have the plague, that is what I mean. You have to call this plague Ma-rye-ah. Aunt Maria insists you say her name like that. Chris says it is more like that card game, where the one who wins the queen of spades loses the game. “Black Maria,” it is called. Maybe he is right.

During the Easter holidays, Mig, her older brother Chris, and her mother all go to visit Mig’s father’s Aunt Maria in the little English seacoast town of Cranbury. Aunt Maria is getting on in years, and they are her only relations; and though they don’t like her much, going to check up on her is simply the right thing to do. Mig’s mother is big on doing the right thing.

At first, Aunt Maria just seems like a stuffy, old invalid who likes to have things just so, the sort of woman you have to humor or you feel bad about your self. Then they discover that Aunt Maria’s companion and housekeeper Lavinia has gone on vacation, and Mig’s family has to take up the slack. Aunt Maria seems ever more manipulative…and the ladies of the town back her up. Aunt Maria must not be distressed. Then they discover that Lavinia left some of her things behind. Then they discover a cat who looks unpleasantly like Lavinia….and Aunt Maria begins to seem like more than just a tiresome old lady.

My kids all enjoyed it. Me, I thought it was subpar. Not bad, not bad at all, but not Jones’ best (which is very, very good). It’s rather slow paced, and the subtext (the battle of the sexes) is a little too obvious. But it has its moments of humor, and there were a few scenes where everyone in our family were rolling on the floor. So…good, but not great.

Mockingjay, by Suzanne Collins, is, as probably everyone knows, the final book in the trilogy that began with The Hunger Games.

I’m going to begin with a general assessment; and then I’ll probably need to get into spoiler territory.

The book is an adequate resolution to the trilogy. If you enjoyed the first couple of books, you’ll enjoy this one. As a whole, I enjoyed the trilogy well enough; it kept me turning pages. On the other hand, well…at least the main characters don’t sparkle in the sunlight.

OK, onto the spoilers. If you’ve not read the book, and you think you’d like to, this is where you should stop reading.

The Hunger Games was all about Katniss, and her efforts to survive in the Arena. Catching Fire expands the view to include civil unrest in the districts, and the effect of Katniss and Peeta’s example on the citizenry. Mockingjay is about the revolution and Katniss’ role in it, culminating in the taking of the Capital. Katniss remains the main viewpoint character throughout.

Collins has made an interesting choice, here. Katniss is the figurehead of the revolution. She’s the main character of the series. But she’s not in charge. She’s not aware of everything that’s going on. She’s not in on all of the planning. She’s of use to the leaders, and she has a certain amount of clout (and she uses it) but she’s also a tool. More than that, she’s a wreck emotionally, and this becomes more and more pronounced as the book goes on. She survives, just. She finds happiness…of a modified and minimal sort. She is forever scarred, forever fragile. Like Frodo, she pays a price so that others may benefit.

There are things to dislike in this book. Peeta’s story arc is ultimately unconvincing, and I found the defense of the Capital to be ludicrous. The horrible attacks the tributes suffered in the Arena are referred to by the Game Masters as “pods”; and pods have been installed all over the Capital to destroy as many of the attackers as possible, sometimes four and five of them in one block. I’m sorry; I just didn’t buy it. It’d make a good movie, though.

So…not a classic, but adequately entertaining.

I started reading Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins a few days after I finished The Hunger Games, but it didn’t grab me. Teen angst, I thought. Teen angst! Who needs it!

I mentioned this to a friend of mine who was in the middle of it, and he told me that it started slow, but picked up speed quite nicely; and then he finished it, and assured me that I should by all means continue. So this week I finally picked it up again (which is to say, I found it way down the list of books in my Kindle app), and what can I say? He was right.

I won’t say much about it—no spoilers here—but it kept surprising me right up to the end, where it got a little clumsy; Collins gives us significant information in a quick little info-dump, and it really seemed to me that she’d gotten tired and wanted to get it over with.

Nevertheless, I’m curious about the third book, and expect to read it soon. We’ll see if she sticks the dismount.