| The Conan Chronicles Volume 1: The People of the Black Circle | |||||
| Robert E. Howard | |||||
| Victor Gollancz Millennium, 640 pages | |||||
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A review by Georges T. Dodds
[Editor's Note: Here you will find the other collections of Robert E. Howard stories].
To many people the character of Conan is the one they know from two films starring Arnold Schwarzenegger; for others Conan is the barbarian character of comic book fame; for others still the literary character written of by a host of modern would-be sword and sorcery authors. What is presented in The Conan Chronicles, Volume 1: The People of the Black Circle are the original unadulterated Robert E. Howard Conan tales, directly from the pages of Weird Tales and original manuscripts. Stephen Jones, editor of this volume and the second part to come, points out in a recent interview that no attempt was made to create a critically definitive edition of Howard's Conan tales, and that Howard purists may squabble over the particular version of certain of the more obscure texts reprinted. However, these tales do not have the emendations, additions, completions of fragments by diverse hands, or outright pastiches and adaptations of non-Conan Howard tales to the Conan canon characteristic of the earlier mass-market Ace and Lancer editions (amongst others). Just the originals from the master himself. I first read the dozen Ace paperbacks of Conan (edited and expanded by L. Sprague de Camp, Lin Carter and Bjorn Nyberg, with covers by Frank Frazetta and Boris Vallejo) when I was about 16 years old, and naturally loved them. I went on to devour another three dozen Howard titles in the next couple of years. However, there are several books which I read and admired as a teenager which I have found myself incapable of plodding through again now that I am 40. I had some apprehension that this would be the case for the Conan stories -- after all, these are the epitome of pulp literature. I was most pleasantly surprised, even entranced. So maybe there is a reason for the large number of web sites devoted to Howard and in particular to Conan (see to left). Howard was, as numerous others have pointed out before me, a consummate story-teller -- a quality that transcends even the poorest of writing skills -- but Howard was certainly a very competent writer besides. The Conan stories are pure escapism, and work now just as well as they did in the early 30s... and they are the foundation of all the sword and sorcery written today. Perhaps the only thing the publishers could have done better would have been to reprint the Weird Tales stories in a facsimile edition, so one could have the full experience of reading the stories in the original. Are Conan stories somewhat predictable? Sure, but then a young Robert Bloch pointed that out some 70 years ago. Rather than go on endlessly about the virtues or flaws of the literary Conan as hundreds have before me, or ending with a glib little "reading-byte" about the book, bear with me as I tell you a little story. A few weeks ago I travelled to Ottawa and was rummaging through the wares of a large second-hand bookstore. An older teenage girl dressed in the "grunge" style and striking me as somewhat of a loner-outsider (something which, while conservative and unrebellious in outward appearance, I certainly was at the same age) was beside me looking through Moorcock and older fantasy authors, as well as some non-Howard Conan titles. We struck up a conversation and discussed some of our likes and dislikes, in particular the works of Howard. I was pleased to see that some young people (i) still read, (ii) have a sense of history and of the contribution to the fantasy genre of authors dead long before they were born, and (iii) like to haunt second-hand bookstores. I had received my review copy of The Conan Chronicles the day before so hadn't gotten much past the introduction on the way to Ottawa. At the cash, I pulled it out of my bag to show it to her as she counted out the last of her change to pay for two older fantasy books. I could see her eyes light up as she looked it over... in retrospect I really regret not simply giving it to her (if you're out there send me an e-mail, I'll send the book along). I think that the fact that readers in the 30s loved the stories, but even more so that a teenage boy in the 70s, and an adult man and teenage girl in the first decade of the new millennium could still prize these stories so highly is a testament to their enduring quality.
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