Finished!
Or, at least, I’ve finished reading the book; if Philip Pullman refuses to compete the story I’ll just have to do it in my head.
He’s very lucky. Millions of us will buy this out of loyalty to characters and world building we may have known for decades … And of course he’s under no obligation to satisfy each of our individual yearnings for the perfect ending. My feeling was that he was writing because a book had been promised, and he had one overriding idea. But the rest just felt plodding.
And I never got Malcolm. Across my 60 odd years of reading fiction, Will has been one of my all time favourite characters, ever, ever, ever. Any book without him in it is missing something. I’m still, occasionally, out of nowhere, rendered breathless thinking of his love for and protection of his mother, his personal quest, the knife … And the Angels. There was nothing even a fraction as powerful here. I don’t deny it was absorbing. And there were glimpses of female characters I’d have liked more of. But I essentially read it to get to the end.
All the while thinking I really must re-read The Magician’s Nephew. It’s been at least ten years …