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ARTHURIAN LEGENDS





(Batsford 2019, National Trust 2011)

Translated into Japanese




  

Reader reviews on Goodreads and amazon:

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Great primer for anyone unfamiliar with the literary King Arthur

This Arthurian retelling by folklorist Rosalind Kerven is a wonderful introduction to the world of Britain’s mythic king and his knights of the famed round table... The best part was the 'extended notes' explaining each story.  Although many Arthur book provide a general overview in the preface, Rosalind Kerven compared and contrasted the legends with various incarnations. The author utilized eight original medieval sources, ten anonymous texts, sixteen other sources/commentaries and six online websites"


"a great book to get yourself acquainted with Arthurian legend...all around great to read." 

 

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Entertaining read – Great retelling of some Arthurian myths drawing on several sources. The extended notes at the book give some background on the original texts used in this anthology." 







Meet King Arthur, Queen Guinevere, wizard Merlin and the Knights of the Round Table, and enter their richly embroidered world of courtly love, chivalrous adventure, bawdy humour and enchantment. 

Although there are many Arthurian books in circulation, this one is probably unique in being a collection of literary retellings based only on the original medieval manuscripts, many dating from the 12th Century or even earlier. It contains the five most important subsidiary stories in the Arthurian cycle, contained within the 'frame' story of the rise and fall of King Arthur.

My versions reflect the storylines, characterisation and tone of the earliest texts as faithfully as possible - often quite different from more modern adaptations. The extensive notes on each story bring the central characters vividly to life, and tell almost everything one might want to know about Arthurian legend.



CONTENTS
  • The Coming of King Arthur
  • The Enchantment of Merlin
  • How Culhwch won Olwen
  • Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
  • Tristram and Isolde
  • Elaine who Loved Sir Lancelot
  • The End of the Golden Age





      Christmastide had come and gone; now the feast of New Year’s Eve heralded the promise of fresh adventures. King Arthur was in high spirits. He strode around his hall, exchanging jokes and tidings with his favourite knights and melting all the ladies’ hearts with his smile. Then he took his seat, thumped his great fist upon the Round Table and shouted for everyone’s attention.
      ‘Noble knights! Fairest of ladies,’ he declared, ‘it is time for us all to make our annual vows and resolutions. Here’s my own to set the ball rolling: I swear I shall never again eat at a feast unless my day has been spiced by some new marvel!’
      A ripple of dismay spread around the table. For it was already laden with dishes of soup, meat and many other steaming delicacies; but of course, no one could taste these if the King himself had not begun his meal. However, no sooner had he made this pronouncement than a loud rapping was heard at the door – which then burst open seemingly of its own accord. A blast of icy wind rushed into the hall. Hooves clattered upon the flagstones and an extraordinary man entered, still mounted upon his horse.
      He was lofty as a giant, yet debonair and perfectly proportioned, with broad shoulders and slim, elegant hips. His tunic, trousers, fur-lined cloak and belt buckle were all a vivid shade of green. He wore his finely-combed hair way below his shoulders: that was green too – as was his great, bushy beard. Green and gold threads were plaited into the horse’s mane; its saddle-cloth and bridle ornaments were likewise green. The stranger wore neither boots nor armour, and carried a bunch of festive holly in one hand; but in his other hand, he clutched a monstrous axe, its blade and handle weirdly engraved with green designs.
      He made no greeting. He did not bow to the ladies or even to the King. Instead he gazed impudently around, staring at each knight in turn. Suddenly he roared:
      ‘All right! Which one of you’s in charge here? Come on, show yourself, man! Or are you too much of a mouse to dare speak with me?’
      The whole court was frozen in wonder and indignation. The ladies whispered behind their hands that this uncouth yet colourful visitor must surely have come from the realms of faery. The knights watched their king, anticipating that he would draw his sword without ado and slay the stranger for his insults. But Arthur was not in the least perturbed. He took all the time he needed to study the Green Knight and ponder his answer. Finally he said,
      ‘I am Arthur, lord not just of this hall and its lands, but also of the entire realm of Britain. You have come here at a perfect moment, sir, so I offer you a hearty welcome. Feel free to dismount and uncloak yourself. Join our feast. Warm yourself by the fire. And tell us your business.’
      Whah-hoh!’ responded the Green Knight, ‘so you’re the famous King Arthur, are you? Don’t worry, your majesty, I won’t spend any more time here than I need to. I’ve only popped in because I thought it would be fun for you all to end the festive season with a jolly game.'
      - from Sir Gawain and the Green Knight






      KING ARTHUR


      Original hardback: DK 1998 
      (co-editions: USA, Argentina, Brazil, China, Denmark, Egypt,
      Germany, Iceland, Italy, Korea, Mexico, Norway, Portugal)


      ¼ million copies sold!

      New eBook edition: Talking Stone 2019







      Recommended by the American Library Association:
      “the legend of Arthur as you’ve never seen it”


      Attracted full-length features in the Sunday Times children’s supplement and the TES

      “chronicles the legend...simply and accessibly… both entertaining and informative” - Dispatch Online


      “vividly brought to life” - North West Evening Mail


      Getting the chance to retell this wonderful legend was the equivalent of an actor being asked to play Hamlet! But the brief I was given was a real challenge: I had to condense the story into just 8,000 words to fit in with DK's format for their Eyewitness Classics series. I decided to approach it as an oral story teller, which resulted in a tightly woven yet vivid text which gives children a real insight into the romance and chivalry of the epic tale.

      My retelling is mainly based on Malory's Morte d'Arthur written in 1485 - an extremely long narrative which took me two months to study in its entirety! - plus other medieval texts. I was unable to include all the subsidiary legends in this short retelling, but have since retold them in for a separate book for adults, Arthurian Legends (please see separate blog entry, above).


      The illustrations in the original edition are by Tudor Humphries who exactly captures the authentic Dark Age flavour of my text.  The new eBook edition is text only, with a vintage frontispiece by Aubrey Beardsley.
      The old king was dead. The throne was empty, the crown unclaimed and fear crept like a glowering storm-shadow across the land. Without a king, there were no laws. Without laws, the land was soon overrun by ruthless invaders and local warlords. Gangs of coarse men forced their way through the villages, stealing cattle and treasure, breaking down doors, snatching away children. Without a new king - a good, strong king - there was no hope, but only the promise of more darkness, more fear.
      Out of this darkness, through the secret paths of the Great Forest, a strange figure came walking, the figure of a wizard. his name was Merlin.
      This Merlin, he was as old as oak roots; he could catch the wind and weave it into poems; his black eyes could read he future and his spells could change it. He saw the future now as he walked towards it, a time of sunshine, gold and glory, the glory of a great new king. Merlin knew the name of that king and where he was hidden, for his own wizardry had overseen the boy’s birth and hidden him away from evil and danger. Now that boy’s time had come.
      Merlin stepped out of the forest. He was a tall, gaunt, long-bearded figure, muttering in strange tongues, wrapped in a grey cloak, bent against the driving rain. Leaving the trees behind him, he strode along the open road that led to the city of London.