So I have wanted to illustrate this book because it is among the best informing my inner voice about living culture, tradition and story-telling. The narrator has a firm, insistent and patient voice which also seems to maintain the view that wonder is the most valuable thing in the world.
He relates a long rolling great feats of memory concerning the oral tradition from start to finish. These stories seem to have an invisible line that crosses into fantasy without claiming to define where truth ends and pure story telling begins. As a patient listener I find solace here and amazement that I should be capable of hearing the same voices in the wind when alone in the hills or trying to make sense of my own theories and stories.
It is not illegal to have an imagination but seems that most stories need checking up these days. Today’s story-teller is more common to me as a gossip who never stretches to myth. Social political opinions are of less worth to them than their own casual opinions and importance. Stories these days across the media have dubious origin, cutting us off from history. Interesting seems to have lost value . Nothing is to be learned, the facts are just observations reinforcing of everyday life for the teller. Little weight is on honesty but usefulness.
An interesting tale with genuine pushing boundaries tests the listener to raise moral sympathies. I think as much solid ground as can be introduced stops a mythical story being mocking. More communication is helpful. Better stories, better illustrated.
As facts leave me searching for truth, the rural communities in these stories are close to nature and are close to my heart it seems. Certain not to be unanimous and feel lucky to have read it, I have been drawn closer not to my own geographical background but the wider part of the cultural mix of the British Isles.