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Sealey Head is a small town on the edge of the ocean, a sleepy place where everyone hears the ringing of a bell no one can see. On the outskirts of town is an impressive estate, Aislinn House, where the aged Lady Eglantyne lies dying, and where the doors sometimes open not to its own dusty rooms, but to the wild majesty of a castle full of knights and princesses. Scholar Ridley Dole comes to the village fascinated with Aislinn House as he believes the place is under a spell where the inhabitants are regimented like puppets whose strings are being pulled. Ridley's ancestor Nemos Moore used magic to link the Aislinn Houses; he hopes to undo his work to save the people, but is unsure how and remains unaware of the presence of a malevolent person hiding in plain sight who will kill him to insure the status quo remains.… (more)
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For as long as they can remember, the people of the small coastal town of Sealey Head have heard a mythical bell tolling out of thin air. At least, most of the people can hear it; there are a few who can't. It tolls at the same time every evening, and various legends exist to explain it. When a scholar arrives from the city to research the bell he heard tolling, several young people from the town's three most prominent families — the Sproules, the Blairs, and the Cauleys — become involved in the strange happenings at Aislinn House. The past and present seem to run side by side there, and a strange ritualistic captivity echoes through the sleeping corridors.
Like many of McKillip's stories, this one has a lot of characters, each experiencing the unfolding story in a different way. I found the writer Gwyneth's tale for the bell, scattered in bits and pieces as she wrote it throughout the book, to be quite fun; perhaps it was a half-discarded plot of McKillip's that was picked out of the wastebasket?
The romantic relationships are understated and perfect in their few words. There is nothing explicit in this book; indeed, the charm of her romantic scenes is their brevity. It feels real because there is a lot happening under the surface of a few sentences. In one part two characters steal off for a walk on the beach, and all we hear about it is, "When they returned..." It adds such a lovely touch to the story, and I get the impression that McKillip respects her characters. The romantic tension reminds me of Robin McKinley's style in The Blue Sword and The Hero and the Crown. Stirring, I think one reviewer called it. In this story McKillip ventures into almost Austenian situations and characters, which is unusual for her. I enjoyed it, but I think I need to reread to fully adjust to it.
McKillip loves to write about the worlds behind the everyday physical world, the fantasy counterparts to our familiar realities. Too often the entry to the other side is bricked up, as happens in Aislinn House in this story. What I love about McKillip is her ability to find a way around those bricked doors, to lead us into the beautiful and perilous places of her imagination. Recommended.
Every once in a while people find pieces of literature that seem to have been written for them, and for me The Bell of Sealey Head is one such book. Besides becoming convinced that Mrs. Quinn must work in my school cafeteria, I found it spoke to me as both a reader and a writer. Books have been an important part of McKillip's fiction ever since Sybel tried to call the Liralen in The Forgotten Beasts of Eld, but never has she explored the love of books as she does here. Judd, an avid reader and collector, and his actions are the primary butt of McKillip's jokes. There's a hilarious passage in which, hurrying Ridley inside from the storm, he asks, "How could you leave your books out in this weather? ... You should have come in earlier." Not to mention the funny and convicting opening to Chapter Four:
"The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more. Judd knew that about himself: just the sight of Ridley Dow's books unpacked and stacked in corners, on the desk and dresser, made him discontent and greedy. Here he was; there they were. Why were he and they not together somewhere private, they falling gently open under his fingers, he exploring their mysteries, they luring him, enthralling him, captivating him with every turn of phrase, every revealing stage?"
Similarly, Gwyneth's writing nook is described in humorous terms, "where the slanting walls made the place unfit for anything but brooms or a writer." She was also in love with reading as a child, and imagined that writing her own story would be "the pinnacle of bliss." But now, she says, "it's a hundred fits and starts, sputtering ends going nowhere—like being a spider, most likey, on a windy day, tendrils always sailing off."
But this book contains more than philosophical ramblings. There is a truly Austen-like tangle of romantic relationships, a strong dash of intrigue and mystery, and a dark figure of the past who seems to have doomed our young heroes and heroines forever. I love all of these characters; they are intensely realistic and likable. About three-quarters through McKillip transforms one of them from an icy, rather forbidding stranger into a conscientious and rather frightened young woman. It works beautifully. It is true that one of the villain's disguises is rather easy to see through, and I did find the ending rather rushed—but that might have had less to do with McKillip's writing than the fact that it was one o'clock in the morning! My only real criticism is that it should have been longer. I could easily spend another hundred page or two with my new friends at Sealey Head.
I would be curious to know if McKillip was inspired by the Pacific shore, because there is a distinct sense of place here that seems more grounded in reality, even with the magical elements, than in previous novels. Overall, though this will not be be my favorite novel from her bibliography, it is a welcome return to many of the tropes and styles of classic McKillip, with just enough new and different to intrigue, if not entrance.
Sealey Head is a small, rustic town by the ocean, where at sunset an unseen bell can be heard ringing - a mystery most take for granted. As his father has become blind, Judd Cauley is the innkeeper of an inn with limited custom and a terrible cook they can't afford to replace, but has no ambition beyond reading all the books he can find. Gwyneth, a merchant's daughter, is (to her aunt's delight) being courted by the wealthy Raven Sproule, but Gwyneth would much rather spend her time writing stories which speculate about the mystery of the bell. Emma is the housemaid at Aislinn House, where she often opens doors not to find the rooms and cupboards she expects but to the other Aislinn House, the castle where Princess Ysabo lives, unable to go outside and with her life dictated by the ritual.
Aislinn House's owner, Lady Eglantyne, is dying, and so her heir is sent for. Suddenly Aislinn House is full with the heir and her entourage, there are guests at the inn and strangers in town. The characters find themselves caught up in a mystery about ancient magic and an old bid for power - and the reason for the ringing bell.
It doesn't have the same epic brilliance as the Riddle-Master trilogy, nor the lyrical fable quality of The Forgotten Beasts of Eld, but it is beautifully written, with insight, wit and humour. The plot is complex, but without being confusing, and many of the characters' interactions are delightful. I laughed, I insisted on reading bits aloud to whoever happened to be in the room at the time - and put real life on hold until I had finished it. There's just something immensely satisfying about this book. :)
Judd Cauley runs an Inn overlooking the sea. He has a love of books and is
The mystery seems to involve Aislin House, where the elderly Lady Eglatyne lies abed, waiting to die. There is a hesitancy to call the heir living the high life in Landringham. There are rooms that sometimes open to another place that only some of the House's inhabitants can see. One of these is the maid, Emma, whose mother is the village's wise-woman who lives in the woods in a house made from a living tree. Emma can see the Princess Ysabo, from that other world, who seems caught in a strange enchantment.
There is a nice mix of Austenian drawing-room romance and classic fairy tales with beautiful Princesses and handsome Knights, along with an evil sorcerer and dark enchantment. The characters are sympathetic and well-drawn, even if we don't really become intensely involved with them due to lack of on-stage time. McKillip is an old hand at creating fantasy with a magical, fairy-tale feeling, and this certainly shows well here.
This book deals, as her
This one is nearly as good as Od Magic, my favorite of her books of this decade.
I've only read the first three chapters of this, so I really shouldn't be offering any opinions.
But here's my opinion. ;-) Or my first impression anyway.
Lots & lots
Have finally reached p.60 (I read s-l-o-w-l-y) I want to find out why the bell rings only at sunset and who the mysterious visitor (Ridley) is at the inn. Gwyneth and her tiny garret writing space in her family's house are cool--I'd like to shove my bad writing under the bed too. The snippets from the Aislinn alternate universe or other time-line are fascinating. I loathe the "knights" & have yet to even see them. The crows are menacing but I can't put my finger on why that is.
I've finished. Wow. I mean ... uh, wow. I had forgotten what a great writer McKillip is.
Eventually, I was able to keep all of the characters straight. And then a couple began to ... overlap? In my opinion, the scenes which take place at Aislinn Hose (& its alternate) and at the inn are the best. The Sproule siblings were people I had to bear with in order to get through the story--not unlike poor Gwyneth. I disliked any scene in which they appeared. Emma and Ysabo are marvelous--and so is Ridley if for different reasons.
If you like fantasy, please consider reading this!
Honestly, it surprised me that I liked this book so much. For example, I usually have a hard time keeping up with as many characters as McKillip usually includes in a book. By the fifth page, I started making a list in the blank pages of the back of the book of every family – but part of me enjoyed the challenge. I'm also not usually drawn to books with slow paces—but, again, it was such a relaxing read that I got pulled in. The entire plot builds up to a stirring conclusion and a very satisfying end in which all questions are answered.
The only aspect that I didn't like was that one character, Ridley Dow, made me wonder several times if I were reading a sequel. There seemed to be an awful lot of back-story about him (and his friends) that that we weren't privy to – but that just might be my nosiness talking.
I give it four out of five stars and say, even with the ending a little frustrating, it is still worth reading.
The magic of the bell draws in an outsider to the town, too, the scholarly Ridley Dow. Dow seems to believe that the bell has some strange connection to Aislinn House, the town’s oldest manor and home to what passes for gentility in the countryside. His innkeeper, Judd, isn’t sure why Dow would think so…Aislinn House is old and ill-kept by a handful of servants, and ancient matron Lady Eglantyne lies on her deathbed in an upper room. The house holds a secret, however…as young housemaid Emma goes about her duties, she frequently finds herself looking through opened doors into another version of Aislinn House, in which young Princess Ysabo and the other women are bound to endlessly perform rigid and meaningless rituals throughout their days.
When the heir to Aislinn House, worldly city-bred lady Miranda Beryl comes to town and another stranger in town proves to be more than he seemed, the two worlds of Aislinn House collide in fantastic ways and the secret to the bell’s tolling is finally revealed.
With a light hand and touches of magic and romance, McKillip has crafted an elegant and deceptively simple fairytale.
Things start to slowly change when a young researcher and possible wizard arrives from the big city, soon followed by the inheritor of Aislinn house, her entourage and all that goes with it. For me, the key to understanding this book was when I realized that this could have just as easily been called 'The Bell at Seelie Head', as in the Seelie Court of the fairies.
We mostly follow the action here from the point of view of the common people of the village, the innkeeper's son, the merchant's daughter and Emma, the servant girl. As always with McKillip's books the writing is excellent, the story is engaging and the characters are clever and magical. There's nothing not to like about this short novel.