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The long-awaited conclusion to Philip Pullman's trilogy, His Dark Materials, has arrived, bringing with it a host of expectations. Pullman has set the bar almost impossibly high for The Amber Spyglass. Along with fulfilling the destiny of the brave and irascible Lyra Belaqua, whose story began in The Golden Compass (1996), and that of her stalwart, loving companion, Will Parry, Keeper of the Weapon, who was introduced in The Subtle Knife (1997), the book must tie up a thousand loose ends, some as thick as rope, others as ephemeral as gossamer. Sometimes the work is seamless; at other times, the labor shows. Like the Dust (shadows or quantum particles with the power to bring self-awareness) that is so vehemently fought over in all three volumes, this book is full of intention and promise, but the writing can be elusive, amorphous-as hard to hold onto as, well, dust. The Amber Spyglass in no way stands alone. Those who haven't recently read the previous books--especially the second one--will be lost. The story picks up moments after Will and his long-lost father, John, have met and fought. John is killed by a vengeful witch, just as father and son recognize each other. Meanwhile, Lyra is being hidden by her mother, Mrs. Coulter, who keeps her in a drug-induced sleep. In pursuit of Lyra is the Church, which sees the girl as a threat to its very existence. What is only hinted at in the previous books--Lyra's role as the new Eve--is fully realized here. The church hierarchy now understands that Lyra will be tempted; how she responds, the choices she makes, will affect not just her world but also the myriad worlds that overlap each other--worlds that Will is able to enter through windows he carves with his magic knife. So this book is the battlefield on which the war between evil, represented by the Church, and good, which is found in the consciousness of Dust and in people's ability to think, plan, hope, and love for themselves, is to be fought.Like overlapping worlds, the story's many plot lines are complex and sometimes tangled. Suffice it to say that Dr. Mary Malone, the scientist Lyra met in The Subtle Knife and a seeker of Dust, is sent by that consciousness through one of Will's windows to help the young people. She finds her way to a land where small-horned, elephant-like creatures called mulefa ride on wheels made of seed pods. But their Dust is leaving them, and it is Mary's role to find out why. To do this, she fashions the amber spyglass, which allows her to see and eventually save their Dust. But Mary has another task. Unbeknownst to her, she is also to play the role of biblical serpent, the creature who will bring about the Fall. The church hierarchy sets out to murder both Lyra and Mary, but other battles are being fought as well. When Lyra and Will are reunited, they are compelled to overcome death and must travel to a blank, hopeless Sheol to do so. Meanwhile, above ground, the Battle of Armageddon rages, as Lord Ariel, Mrs. Coulter, renegade angels, bears, witches, and God's regent, the angel Metatron, fight for the soul of all worlds.The witches and wizards in the Harry Potter books will seem like cartoon characters compared with those in Pullman's religious pantheon. The first two books in the series exposed the Church as corrupt, bigoted, and evil. Now Pullman takes on Heaven itself. The Authority-who is alternatively identified as El, YHWH, and God--is not the creator, as his acolytes (including Mrs. Coulter) believe. He is the first angel, who convinced the rest he is the Source. Millennia ago, he passed his power on to the angel Metatron. Now, the Authority is a demented old spirit, hardly aware of who he is, much less of his world, and Metatron, a power-hungry ruler, more devil than angel, is determined to put an even tighter choke-hold on those who believe. There is no room for compromise in Pullman's world: the teachings of religion have kept people from knowing their true nature, abused their trust, tortured their souls. This is heady stuff for a children's book, though that appellation is almost meaningless when it comes to The Amber Spyglass. Yes, young people will read it, but teenagers and adults, who can understand (or argue with) Pullman's sometimes obscure theories, will find it the most rewarding. For some, wrestling with the book's philosophical issues will be the most exciting part of the experience. Readers will need to do some thinking here, and for all the book's diversions, delving into one's own belief system can be the most intense of all explorations. Nor does Pullman shy away from Lyra's role as the new Eve. Mary does tempt Eve and Will with a story about her own burgeoning sexuality, and later, the two young people, by now in love, also make love (for Pullman's views on this matter, see the interview opposite). There is nothing explicit here. It's all stars and beating hearts, but it won't be easy for some readers to forget that Lyra is still 12 and Will a bit older. It would be pointless to say that Pullman shouldn't have taken the relationship this far; the whole series has been leading up to this moment, and it paves the way for an ending that is touching enough to bring tears. The problem nonfantasy readers often have with the genre is getting straight the conventions of new worlds. This problem is compounded here, as Pullman invents multiple new worlds, each with its own structures. The details may make readers skip pages, and not because they can't wait to see what happens next. Pullman also has gone overboard with the many battle scenes. There are so many clashes, skirmishes, and wars throughout the series that when Armageddon arrives, it lacks the power of a final struggle. What Pullman does do uncompromisingly well is delineate each of his characters. Everyone--people, witches, mulefa--is drawn with exceptional nuance and understan
Horn Book (Sun Apr 01 00:00:00 CST 2001)The conclusion to Pullman's trilogy delivers much of what was promised in the preceding cliffhangers. Most of the characters, beloved or bedeviled or both, return to continue their fateful roles in this saga. The book rollicks with a narrative gale force, and Pullman achieves effects that rival the best accomplishments of the earlier books. It will take us all a while to discern the counterpoints and overtones in this massive symphonic accomplishment.
Kirkus ReviewsThe longed-for third volume in this trilogy ( The Golden Compass , 1996; The Subtle Knife , 1997) satisfies deeply: full of grand set pieces, resplendent language, and glorious storytelling. Lyra Silvertongue at 12, from a world like but unlike this one, is keeper of the alethiometer—the golden compass. She can read its ways to find the truth, but it has been taken from her. Will Parry, of this world, injured by the subtle knife that can cut windows between worlds, will bring it back to her. And in yet another place, an Oxford researcher makes a spyglass that enables her to see the golden patterns of Dust, stuff of the universe. All of the splendid characters of the earlier books make a return, like Pan, Lyra's daemon, part of her very self; Iorek Byrnison the bear king; and Lyra's bewitching parents, Lord Asriel and the terrifying Mrs. Coulter. Whole new races appear: a panoply of angels; the mulefa, whose triangulated legs use the wheel in a new way; the brave and dashing Gallivespians, who live but a decade and are small enough to ride dragonflies. Across this brilliant and vivid canvas, the largest of themes play out: life and death, goodness and evil, self and other, the redemptive power of love. Lyra and Will's quest is hard and heartbreaking: they can only rely on themselves and each other to save their worlds, and the cost is great. There are roaring battles and moments of great tenderness; there are unforgettable scenes—Lyra and Will leading ghosts through the land of the dead, for example—and not a few echoes of Paradise Lost with some deeply unconventional theological implications. What matters at the last are the stories, and the truth of their telling. Readers will be chastened—and warmed—and sorry to see the last page. (Fiction. 12+)
Publishers Weekly (Fri Oct 06 00:00:00 CDT 2023)"In concluding the spellbinding Dark Materials trilogy, Pullman produces what may well be the most controversial children's book of recent years," wrote <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">PW. As he asks readers to examine the ideas of organized religion, "Pullman riffs on the elemental chords of classical myth and fairytale. Stirring and highly provocative." Ages 12-up. <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">(May)
School Library JournalGr 6 Up-This book starts where The Subtle Knife (Knopf, 1997) left off. Lyra has been hidden away by her mother, and Will is determined to find her. Meanwhile, Lord Asriel is preparing to fight the forces of the Church's Consistorial Court, as well as the God-like Authority's Lieutenant, Metatron, who hungers for ultimate power over all worlds. At the heart of this discord is Dust, the mysterious substance that is linked irrevocably to consciousness; it is streaming away at an increasing rate, causing havoc in its wake. It is Lyra and Will's destiny to determine the outcome of this situation. Knowledge of the previous books is an absolute necessity in order to understand this one. Even so, it will take dedication and passion to unwind the extremely convoluted plot with its numerous characters. Lyra and Will are as noble, grand, and yet as utterly believable as any characters in children's literature, and they are surrounded by a host of memorable personages. The many facets of the story are so encrusted with tiny and arcane details that the narrative occasionally slows down, and the transitions between worlds and plot lines are often hard to follow. Organized religion is portrayed bleakly; the Church is essentially a dictatorship and the afterlife is a "concentration camp" world set up by the Authority. However, the message of the book remains clear and exhilarating; it is vital to use wisely the divine gifts of consciousness and free will. This is a subtle and complex treatment of the eternal battle between good and evil.-Eva Mitnick, Los Angeles Public Library Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
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In a valley shaded with rhododendrons, close to the snow line, where a stream milky with meltwater splashed and where doves and linnets flew among the immense pines, lay a cave, half, hidden by the crag above and the stiff heavy leaves that clustered below.
The woods were full of sound: the stream between the rocks, the wind among the needles of the pine branches, the chitter of insects and the cries of small arboreal mammals, as well as the birdsong; and from time to time a stronger gust of wind would make one of the branches of a cedar or a fir move against another and groan like a cello.
It was a place of brilliant sunlight, never undappled. Shafts of lemon-gold brilliance lanced down to the forest floor between bars and pools of brown-green shade; and the light was never still, never constant, because drifting mist would often float among the treetops, filtering all the sunlight to a pearly sheen and brushing every pine cone with moisture that glistened when the mist lifted. Sometimes the wetness in the clouds condensed into tiny drops half mist and half rain, which floated downward rather than fell, making a soft rustling patter among the millions of needles.
There was a narrow path beside the stream, which led from a village-little more than a cluster of herdsmen's dwellings - at the foot of the valley to a half-ruined shrine near the glacier at its head, a place where faded silken flags streamed out in the Perpetual winds from the high mountains, and offerings of barley cakes and dried tea were placed by pious villagers. An odd effect of the light, the ice, and the vapor enveloped the head of the valley in perpetual rainbows.
The cave lay some way above the path. Many years before, a holy man had lived there, meditating and fasting and praying, and the place was venerated for the sake of his memory. It was thirty feet or so deep, with a dry floor: an ideal den for a bear or a wolf, but the only creatures living in it for years had been birds and bats.
But the form that was crouching inside the entrance, his black eyes watching this way and that, his sharp ears pricked, was neither bird nor bat. The sunlight lay heavy and rich on his lustrous golden fur, and his monkey hands turned a pine cone this way and that, snapping off the scales with sharp fingers and scratching out the sweet nuts.
Behind him, just beyond the point where the sunlight reached, Mrs. Coulter was heating some water in a small pan over a naphtha stove. Her daemon uttered a warning murmur and Mrs. Coulter looked up.
Coming along the forest path was a young village girl. Mrs. Coulter knew who she was: Ama had been bringing her food for some days now. Mrs. Coulter had let it be known when she first arrived that she was a holy woman engaged in meditation and prayer, and under a vow never to speak to a man. Ama was the only person whose visits she accepted.
This time, though, the girl wasn't alone. Her father was with her, and while Ama climbed up to the cave, he waited a little way off.
Ama came to the cave entrance and bowed.
"My father sends me with prayers for your goodwill," she said.
"Greetings, child," said Mrs. Coulter.
The girl was carrying a bundle wrapped in faded cotton, which she laid at Mrs. Coulter's feet. Then she held out a little bunch of flowers, a dozen or so anemones bound with a cotton thread, and began to speak in a rapid, nervous voice. Mrs. Coulter understood some of the language of these mountain people, but it would never do to let them know how much. So she smiled and motioned to the girl to close her lips and to watch their two daemons. The golden monkey was holding out his little black hand, and Ama's butterfly daemon was fluttering closer and closer until he settled on a horny forefinger.
The monkey brought him slowly to his ear, and Mrs. Coulter felt a tiny stream of understanding flow into her mind, clarifying the girl's words. The villagers were happy for a holy woman, such as herself, to take refuge in the cave, but it was rumored 'that she had a companion with her who was in some way dangerous and powerful.
It was that which made the villagers afraid. Was this other Steing Mrs. Coulter's master, or her servant? Did she mean harm? Why was she there in the first place? Were they going to stay long? Ama conveyed these questions with a thousand misgivings.
A novel answer occurred to Mrs. Coulter as the daemon's understanding filtered into hers. She could tell the truth. Not all of it, naturally, but some. She felt a little quiver of laughter at the idea, but kept it out of her voice as she explained:
"Yes, there is someone else with me. But there is nothing to be afraid of. She is my daughter, and she is under a spell that made her fall asleep. We have come here to hide from the enchanter who put the spell on her, while I try to cure her and keep her from harm. Come and see her, if you like."
Ama was half-soothed by Mrs. Coulter's soft voice, and half afraid still; and the talk of enchanters and spells added to the awe she felt. But the golden monkey was holding her daemon so gently, and she was curious, besides, so she followed Mrs. Coulter into the cave.
Her father, on the path below, took a step forward, and his crow daemon raised her wings once or twice, but he stayed where he was.
Mrs. Coulter lit a candle, because the light was fading rapidly, and led Ama to the back of the cave. Ama's eyes glittered widely in the gloom, and her hands were moving together in a repetitive gesture of finger on thumb, finger on thumb, to ward off danger by confusing the evil spirits.
"You see?" said Mrs. Coulter. "She can do no harm. There's nothing to be afraid of."
From the Hardcover edition.
Excerpted from The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman
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The unforgettable His Dark Materials trilogy that began with The Golden Compass and continued with The Subtle Knife, reaches its astonishing conclusion in The Amber Spyglass. These modern fantasy classics have been hailed by Entertainment Weekly as an "All-Time Greatest Novel" and Newsweek as a "Top 100 Book of All Time"
Throughout the worlds, the forces of both heaven and hell are mustering to take part in Lord Asriel's audacious rebellion. Each player in this epic drama has a role to play—and a sacrifice to make. Witches, angels, spies, assassins, tempters, and pretenders, no one will remain unscathed.
Lyra and Will have the most dangerous task of all. They must journey to a gray-lit world where no living soul has ever gone and from which there is no escape.
As war rages and Dust drains from the sky, the fate of the living—and the dead—comes to depend on Lyra and Will. On the choices they make in love, and for love, forevermore.
A #1 New York Times Bestseller
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"Masterful.... This title confirms Pullman's inclusion in the company of C.S. Lewis and Tolkien." —Smithsonian Magazine
"Pullman has created the last great fantasy masterpiece of the twentieth century. An astounding achievement." —The Cincinnati Enquirer
"War, politics, magic, science, individual lives and cosmic destinies are all here . . . shaped and assembled into a narrative of tremendous pace by a man with a generous, precise intelligence. I am completely enchanted." —The New York Times Book Review
"Breathtaking adventure . . . a terrific story, eloquently told." —The Boston Globe
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