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The Eternal Champion (Erekose series) Tapa blanda – 29 marzo 1990
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208
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- Idioma original
EN
Inglés
- EditorialGrafton
- Fecha de publicación
1990
marzo 29
- ISBN-100586208135
- ISBN-13978-0586208137
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- Editorial : Grafton (29 marzo 1990)
- Idioma : Inglés
- Tapa blanda : 208 páginas
- ISBN-10 : 0586208135
- ISBN-13 : 978-0586208137
- Peso del producto : 120 g
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However, I have to say that while this book is definitely a "lighter" read it is enjoyable and sometimes you just fancy an easier read that you can finish quickly, this is that style of book and it interested me enough that I may look for the sequels in this cycle and read them too. It has even revived the interest in all of Moorcock's other books too.
The story has some great themes which are not developed as much as I would have liked, the protagonist is someone "pulled out of time" to discover, through dreams, that they are predestined to live a number of lives in Moorcock's "multiverse", always making war without respite. The thing is that, even with the sparse character development of the protagonist, these dreams do not strike me, the reader, as being as troubling as the author makes them out to be, certainly not when compared with the protagonist's actual lived experience.
Then there are questions about whether the protagonist has "time travelled" to an earth shared by two warring species or to another dimension, not really developed, whether the "ghost world" which the other species or humankind may or may not have originally hailed from is any confirmation of the "multiverse" or not.
There are some themes about love, relationships, conflict and war, these are pretty shallow but not altogether bad either, like I would definitely say that they are as well developed here as I have seem them developed in novels from the Warhammer 40K universe or other "perpetual war" time lines and universes.
I had often wondered whether or not in Gaimen's tribute story about Moorcock in Smoke and Mirrors if his younger reader had simply discovered a "literary device", or thematic similarity, when he had observed that all Moorcock were Elric and Stormbringer novels but this book does suggest that this was by design rather than default or accident. I also think that the criticism leveled at this book for being two dimensional needs to take account of the fact that it dates from a time of pulp publishing serials, also that it could be considered a "younger readers" book these days. That said, and this is not simply a consequence of the "blurring" of the publishing lines between the age groups target audiences, I think it would appeal to any age of reader who is just looking for some amusing story to pass the time.
If you are disappointed by this "man out of time" storyline but like the idea, I would also recommend Three Hearts, There Lions or Midsummer's Tempest, though these are by a different author.
Although the book starts with an interesting premise, a man is pulled through time and space from modern London, to be resurrected as the hero of another world, it is here that it's downfall begins. The character of John Daker/Erekosë is very two dimensional. He immediately accepts his fate and slides into the role. No room for character development there then. This is coupled with the fact that the characters that he is surrounded by are also two dimensional and very much of the 'what you see is what you get' type with little explorations of their faults or motivations. The reader is presented with their faults and that is that, with the stories development being used to simply put further emphasis on these faults in case you didn't immediately spot them. No real explanations are given.
This is not helped by the simplistic prose which keeps the story moving but does so with out stimulating eother the imagination orfeelings for the events described. As Erekosë begins to doubt his cause, because he hasn't changed and there is no change in the prose and it's description of events, you are left to wonder what really changed to make him doubt his cause other than the obvious events described wiwhtout real passion or insight into feelings.
Yet there is more to the story than this suggests. It becomes clear at an early stage that Moorcock is using the story to explore ideas about philosophy and war. This is at times done in a very unsubtle way, but also looks at the idea of discovering what to do if you discover your side is not necessarily the right side. When the conclusion is reached I did wonder if the unpassionate prose and two dimensional characters were deliberate. was it aimed at making you look at the ideas presented in a logical and dispassionate way, seeing the logic of the stories end and being all the more shocked because you have followed this line of logic unswayed by passions of the characters and events. If this is the case, it does not quite work because the philosophies presented are hammered home and as a result lecture you rather than truly make you think.
However it was the presence of these ideas around war and loyalty that did make the book interesting a a worth while read, showing there is more to Moorcock than the two dimensional fantasy and characters that make up this novel. It was enough for me to persuade me to read more of his books and look seriously at what he is trying to say with the ideas in his books. I would recommend this as a quick and interesting read, but it doesn't live up to the hype that surrounds Moorcock and his reputation as both the anti-Tolkien and someone who completely changed the fantasy genre.
The stories contained herein were all originally published between 1962 and 1970, and while some have since undergone revision, the quality of writing typifies much of the work produced during that period, both in fantasy and in science fiction. Conceptually pregnant, the narrative devotes much of its energy to the expression and exploration of ideas, or the description of imaginary landscapes and populations that could be accused as flights of fancy for invention's sake. The work is weak when in comes to characterization, sense of place, or providing background for the development of the narrative. The style of writing seems almost undeveloped and dated when compared to the narrative and descriptive powers present in some of the better contemporary work available. Or perhaps it is simply that Moorcock is more interested in the expression of the abstract than in the grounding of his notions in good storytelling.
I am somewhat unclear as to the inclusion of "The Sundered Worlds" in this volume. Not only is it the weakest story by far of the four, with a plot that is disjointed and moves from one event to the next with little supporting logic, but it is clearly a tale of science fiction set in the future amid more traditional tales of sword and sworcery, and only tenously linked to the latter by reference to the multiverse. Further, it indulges in some of the worst excesses of science fiction fancy, replete with creatures that could inhabit the worst of Harryhausen's B-movie efforts. By itself this confused adrift in space rates only a single star.
The three other tales - "The Eternal Champion," "Phoenix in Obsidian," and "To Rescue Tanelorn" - are all traditional sword and sorcery fare notable for their exploration of the notions of an often reluctant hero doomed to repeat his life forever in various incarnations within the alternate realities of Moorcock's multiverse. And though he wears the mantle of a champion, the causes he fights for are not always of his choosing. All three tales - the last a short story - in varying degrees exhibit the lack of strong narrative skills noted above, but remain, nonetheless, intriguing in their conceptual content. The strength of these ideas ameliorates somewhat the lack of prose skills in their rendering.
I would have to say, as far as this book, that for historical interest it is worth a look. However, in terms of narrative power the stories are never fully realised and remain, unfortunately for all the promise of their ideas, largely stillborn.
Erekosë’s summoner is King Rigenos of Necranal and his beautiful daughter Iolinda. They have drawn him back from the dead to help humanity defeat the Eldren, an alien race cohabiting their world whom Rigenos refers to as the “Hounds of Evil.” Rigenos wants to rid the world of the Eldren, and he wants Erekosë to lead the armies that will bring about their extinction.
Perhaps fittingly, King Rigenos’ Necranal has a fifteenth century feel, in the worst European sense. The humans engage in slavery and sail tall ships to other continents, where they threaten the indigenous population. And soon, Erekosë begins to wonder if he is fighting for the wrong side. If this sounds a bit familiar, it’s because it’s reminiscent of James Cameron’s “Avatar,” and I’d be surprised if “The Eternal Champion” or similar tales did not influence Cameron’s creation. Of course, “Avatar’s” themes of genocide and conquest are firmly rooted in history, which undoubtedly was an inspiration for all these tales.
Like many of Moorcock’s protagonists, Erekosë is part hero, part antihero, and his choices often lead to tragedy. But few things are black and white in Moorcock’s stories, which makes them richer and more complex than novels that mimic the tales Tolkien wove. In a sense, Moorcock was a predecessor to George R.R. Martin, who began publishing his stories about a decade later.
One final plus of Moorcock’s early fiction is that the stories are fairly short. “The Eternal Champion” clocks in at a mere 232 pages, which seems like a breath of fresh air given how long so many fantasy novels tend to be. Overall, “The Eternal Champion” is a quick, thought-provoking story that plays an important role in the mythology Moorcock has created. Fans of Moorcock’s other works, or of vintage fantasy in general, should find it a thoroughly satisfying read.
Moorcock wrote this story in less than a week when he was seventeen and it is the only one by him written in first person (at least that I know of). The story is simple: A man called to champion the human race in a war against the evil Eldrin finds that the Eldrin are not evil at all; that the evil is all a projection of humanity's own shortcomings. The hero then betrays humankind and champions the Eldrin. In the Eldrin he finds kindness, dignity, restraint, spirituality, and beauty (all the things seventeen year old men want, but lack in adolescence). In the end the very qualities of humanity he detests (anger, revenge, myopia, self interest) overtake him and he launches a genocide against mankind.
The story is told in broad strokes, and the writing is inconsistent; weak at times, strong at others. But the magic of this story is seeing how Moorcock's young mind is trying to come to grips with powerful ideas. Most of the struggles in our life are actually quite simple: who am I; what do I believe; to whom am I loyal and why; how do I reconcile what I want be with who I actually am; what does my choice of enemies say about me; how well do I really understand my enemies; etc... In the end the hero is not Eldrin (whom he admires), he is human (what he detests),and so he ends up all alone in the middle (again an adolescent fantasy: I refuse to be like the world, but I fail to be what I want, and therefore I am nowhere and all alone...).
This may all sound simple, but compared to much of the sci-fi/fantasy claptrap out there this is Dostoyevsky by comparison. And Moorcock is brilliant at filling in a fantasy world, and keeping the narration at high speed. This is a sparse tale; not a lot of wasted words here. What is left unsaid is equally important as what is said. This book is not a complex masterpiece. It is a simple, yet competent work by a young brilliant author just realizing his skill in story telling and thought. In the end the simplicity is betrayed by an honest existential sadness.
I first read this book in sixth grade twenty years ago and have read it several times since. Each time I like this tale more. Great short read. Enjoy.